Plastic Room

Lying,

Backing up

Against the wall

Because the world

No longer

Makes sense.

I loathe

These four walls,

Whether it is

I or them

Who are fighting

And hindering.

Smashing windows,

Crawling through

The broken glass

To escape,

Just to be

Blocked by bars.

I want out!

Out of this world,

That seems to

Only care for

The beautiful

And charming.

Considering flying,

To see if the grass

Is really greener

On the other side,

But I lack the wings

To even try.

People preach

About what I

Should be

To please them,

To get far

In a plastic world.

Telling me that

I think too much,

That I should

Walk and talk

Like them

And fade away.

I cannot do

As they say,

Whether it is fear

Or something

Instinctive

Preventing me from

Turning to plastic.

By Laura Jenkins
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Cracks

I walk along these cracked streets
Taking in every crevice, every patch
And cannot help but admire
its character throughout time.

By night, the rain fills in the openings between the asphalt
By day, the sun rises and the water fades away,
And I cannot help but understand
that this cracked street and I have a lot in common
as I look inward and consider
all of the cracks
in my own being.
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New York, New York

The harbor of New York
Was testing my faith…
So I waited…
And I waited…
The fame was not
Worth the wait.

Wall Street lied to me
Every chance it could take
So here I am,
In the financial district,
Crying outside a bank.

New York will shape you…
But then, can you escape it?
This place can be a prison,
But where isn’t,
If you make it?

You can love the Empire
Or you can loathe it.
The fortunate have robbed us,
And I will not choose
To ignore it.

You can fault the business man
As you can fault Lucifer…
So New York, New York,
Cry me a river…

Rather than a lake of fire.

by sainttrevoroftheinternet

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Untitled User Submission by D.M.C.B

It’s a shame now that it’s warm outside; we used to sit in the sun

smiling, joking about how happy we were.

My curtains have been drawn for a week

and when we said it couldn’t possibly last,

that it can’t be this good forever,

we were so sadly right.

by d.m.c.b
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Catullus 16 (Warning Graphic Language)

I will sodomize you and face-fuck you,
Cocksucking Aurelius and bottom-man Furius,
You who think that I'm a pussy
Because of my delicate verses.
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On A Ledge

I feel like every lie I ever told
Stood against my soul
I'm just a neglected guitarist
That can rhyme
I faced the hard and the hardest
But I know I lost my time

It's a thin line between love and hate
Is you really real or is you really fake
I was a soldier standing on my feet
Now I'll surrender, now I'll retreat

There's a limit for struggle
After the very first 7 troubles
I can sit here thinking with caution
Forgetting all the reason of my misfortune
Death marks cut me... Deeply
I was too proud to admit it was hurting me

My angry heart
Winter nights dark
Now I see
The after life is missing me
I'm close to be there
This ledge is taking me somewhere.

By Remi Mq

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!! (new user submission)

Another cut, to distract the pain,
Another pill, just to keep sane.
Alive but dead in a tormenting hell,
Knowing, you'll never fully get well.

Scaring away the few that stood by,
I scream to the heavens and ask God "why"?

Finally, someone sees I'm a monster,
They see the scars and the reasons they've conquered.

What they don't see is the pain that is hidden,
Deep within my heart it is written.

Living is now my hardest task,
Loneliness and depression carefully masked.

What they don't know from the nights I hate most,
In my top drawer, a crumpled suicide note.

Yes, it is true, I tried again to get out.
But I can't let them suffer for my cowardice and doubt.

So let the days keep trudging on, sooner or later,I'll sing death's song.

By Remy Mq
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A Grand User Submission

My life is now my delusion,
A world made of fantasies.
Happiness is no longer the illusion,

My life is my new disease.

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this is darkness, but this is love

you have me reeling through the middle of the night
emotions rocking and clock tocking in the wee hours
of the darkness and stillness of this velvety blackness
the constellations laugh down at me while i laugh up
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Flow

Straight, rigid lines,

Cutting deep borders,

Slicing and distributing

Neat little pieces of land.
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Fictional Realities

Submerged in books and words
I have become obscure.
When the tides of my ocean subside
I will absorb all life if ever I can reach the shore.

The coarse realities of life leave me lovelorn.
My ardent fervour is slowly becoming muted
as I struggle to keep my head above water.
It is the gaping sky, the splendour of merging colours
that keeps me upright.

I am impotent to the yawning ocean,
frustrated by my languishing infatuations
that increase, heave and swell
until I can hold it no longer and all comes gushing out
leaving me empty and forsaken, cold in a desolate place
with only my eccentricity for company.

©J Cole

Special Needs School Bus Driver Poem

I see your pain through your sadden eyes
Your disability I reconize

You cannot speak but i know what you say
Because I am with you everyday
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A user submitted poem by "heldinhishands"

this darkness behind my eyes
cannot be contained.
I am haunted with
questions of beauty
and why mine refuses
to be unveiled.
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An Astoundingly honest user poetry submission

I lose myself in the thoughts
of these sinful wants.
it is truly so sinful,
for I envy every beautiful thing
that catches your attention faster than
I ever could.

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The Search

I was there,
but I also
was not.

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Dreams

What is it about the unobtainable
that attracts the lovelorn?
How strongly desire holds on
bleeding the heart of every drop or dream.

Dream I can no more
only the lost dreams of the loveless
fill my empty heart.

Each night draws in passing endless time
that never seems to wait or realise
I need a while.

I hold on to yesterday,
a nothingness that cannot grow.
Love has withered as change blossoms
and my pain can only flourish now.

Consumed I am by weeds of self doubt,
entangled in the web I weaved.
I weep not for myself
but for that which I could have been,
for the wings I have ensnared.

©J Cole