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Crimson Red (Zela Burg)
Park Hill, Son (Johnny L.)
Park Hill, Son
My wife sometimes
Jokes that she
Wants me to be a
Bit more polished.
Maybe wear capris
Like rich Italian guys.
Or maybe like a scarf
Or something.
And I say what
I always say.
I'm from Park Hill.
All About You (Kia-San)
Haiku Challenger 3: Perfect Haiku (Tim H.)
Haiku Challenger 1: Rest (Sarah)
Life beats down relentlessly
Peace is worth the fight
Untitled (Darby E.)
Black (Franko)
Overwhelmed (Tim Hernandez)
But who's not
Once I could think
But of what,
I forgot
My mind is caught
Inside a thought
Too big
And now it's
Bursting
What is true?
Am I, are You?
A dry well ever
Thirsting
This knot entangled
Synapse strangled
Mind encased in
Doubt
Can't find an end
Maybe my friend
My heart can help me
Out
Anxiety ridden
Emotions hidden
Tense and short of
Breath
Run away
No! not today
This time I'll face this
Death
I'm far too weak
Too shy too meek
Too insecure
Too immature
Too dumb too scared
Mentally impaired
Too useless
Too awkward
Too Broken
Searching for something
For someone to put my hope in
No one but You
Eternally true
Breathe me out
Breathe You in
Let it soak in
When I lose sight
Please hold me tight
And never cease
Overwhelming peace
The Painter (hitalot879)
Hardships of Life (Callum Finlay)
Dark Thoughts and Great Movies (Mr. Brightside)
Dark Thoughts and Great Movies
They say most girls dream of being a princess and want to be rescued by the prince. What about the boys? I for one wanted to be the prince, find my true love and live happily ever after. Isn’t that what most of us want. I did not know the story ends with the princess sleeping with all 7 dwarfs the Ogre and even the donkey too. Why can’t we be like penguins or seahorses or better yet a Werewolf? Damn you Morpheus and your red pill. (yes, I just referenced Snow White, Shrek, National Geographic, Twilight and Matrix, that’s how messed up my head is).
You Know Who You Are (Lorelai)
You know that you’re the one And I don’t mean the one in which I love I mean the 13 year old boy who took everything from me
Cold Mirror (Zeba Mehdi)
I Am BlakaMale (BlakaMale)
You beat my body and leave scars of shame gave me your name as I endured the pain as my mind reminded unchained as I play your game seeking freedom I would find through reading those books regardless how long it took. That taught me I am one of a kind and my mind is not for sale, I am BlakaMale.
Old School (By Mario Vitale)
I'm Done (By Anonymous)
Red roses (By Cynthia)
1,2,3 I took a deep breath as the blade sinked deeper into my skin forming an external manifestation of the internal pain I felt inside.
It became harder to breathe as my consciousness slowly drifted away leaving the bathroom tiles covered in red reminding me of roses as I took my final breath.
The world became silent just for a moment. A few scribbled notes and a lifeless corps were the only things standing.
An awful death lacking depth, and daddy's little girl who never seemed to learn just why she was this way.
No matter what the author of my life continues to type. You see Death is a fact of life.
And the wheel keeps spinning on and on not allowing me to say I was wrong!
We move on
One More (Sawyer Love)
“No.”
“Take it.”
“No, I’ll throw up.”
“No you won’t.”
“I always do with this stuff.”