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Lips

Shadows of Gray

by LoveLost 11/5/2012

written by LoveLost

You envelope me.

Sharlply slicing through the walls I worked so hard to build up.

You mock me, taunting me with thoughts of hope and sercurity.

Smack!

Down I fall.

Hard.

Blood flows from my chest.

Poison, from my lips.

My hands betray me.

My words betray me.

I am alone, broken.

Why?

Why do I continue this journey through sorrow?

Why don’t my gaurdian angels rescue me!?!

I lay, still.

I’m dead.

No!

I’m alive!

So I punch

And I cut

And I scream

Trying, failing to release the fire inside my soul.

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My first attempt at poertry. Consructive criticism?

11/5/2012 3 comments

Never been kissed.

by PennyroyalTea 11/3/2012

written by PennyroyalTea

How can we know that we are loved? Kisses. I’ve never been kissed in my whole life. Yeah, I’m ashamedÂ becauseÂ of that. Come on, I’m a teenager and that means, to me, that I’ve never been loved, not even a child love. Well, when I was a seven or eight year old girl, a friend kissed me. Have you ever seen those kisses between children? Was something like that. He acted like a ************ with me the rest of my childhood, telling me that I was ugly and fat constantly. God, I hate the bastard. Anyway, that was my first kiss. I don’t know why that […]

11/3/2012 7 comments

My Perfect Poison

by NeverPerfect 10/24/2012

written by NeverPerfect

My Perfect Poison

We cried and screamed together

But not a word was spoken.

Dancing in one ear and out the other,

Our conversation disappears from your mind.

But instead of floating away like nothing,

These words surround me,

Slicing and suffocating

Until all I know is the sound of my own despair.

Itâ€™s everywhere.

This memory of what we were

And could still be

Is haunting in its sadness

And its beauty.

First above the rest, but somehow always last.

And yet the heart in me

Clings to its own demise,

Those poisoned lips baiting me for another kiss.

And I accept,

Hurt and beaten by your love

And left too crippled to ever let you go.

10/24/2012 0 comment

How Strange

by SearedWithScars 8/30/2012

written by SearedWithScars

How strange it will seem when I’m gone. When you no longer see the light in my smile, nor feel my arms wrapped tight around you, nor my heartbeat against your chest, nor the taste of my lips, because I have to go away. It may not be today or tomorrow, but someday my hand, that was once outstretched and desperately looking for something to hold onto, will fall limp and slowly fade away into the darkness. I often wonder how long it will be before you notice that I am gone. How long until you feel the effect of my absence… if at all.

8/30/2012 1 comment

Im so in love..

by 21golddiamonds 7/18/2012

written by 21golddiamonds

I’m so in love with your smile.
Your laugh.
your lips.
Your sweet eyes.
how you held my hand.
How we danced in the night.
Every holiday together 🙂
Kissing in the rain.
Point is.. I did you wrong and I’m so sorry.
I wish you’d take me back.
I love you so much.
I miss you so much.
Ill wait.

Forever.

7/18/2012 0 comment

Rock bottom

by soalone4321 7/14/2012

written by soalone4321

I’ve hit it. I’m a 19 year old gay male and i’ve been crying my eyes out for so many nights now. I want to just end it all..I am so miserable and lonely. I’ve brought most of this on myself I guess…i think I have herpes and it fucking disgusts me. I hate these fucking sores on my lips…why did I have to do this to myself? I feel like such a disgusting whore. I miss my exboyfriend and I wish i could have done more for him..instead I fucked up. I fuck everything up. I don’t know why I was brought intothis world…both […]

7/14/2012 2 comments

Into Hell

by Rain 7/14/2012

written by Rain

Hopelessness…black like filthy oilÂ rainsÂ from darkened skies and gray clouds. My chin pressed to my scarred chest as my hair, dirty blonde acid conceals a marred face. I’ve done my best. A 3 year battle. The mud beneath my feet still warm with fresh blood. Rusted chains bound bloodied hands behind my lashed back andÂ I feel my wrists bleeding. Four heavy steps more and the heat burns more than my skin. I will not look at those ebony gates because I know..the same gates that have claimed my soul since the beginning of the battle. So thirsty, are the gates of Hades. Rising into the sky […]

7/14/2012 0 comment

Starving, but Living.

by Kain 7/11/2012

written by Kain

I haven’t eaten in 3 days now, the unbearable want to eat or drink has passed and I no longer feel hungry or thirsty. The lack of food and water has made my mouth extremely dry, I’ve been swishing water in my mouth and spitting it back out to keep from having my lips crack in a painful manner. I feel weak, every movement is slowly becoming a battle and I can feel every breath becoming more difficult. I feel peaceful though, strangely enough, I’ve come to peace with myself and I’m no longer afraid to pass. The most difficult part about waiting to pass […]

7/11/2012 15 comments

Not My Normal Topic But Whatever

by subtle_bloodstains 7/8/2012

written by subtle_bloodstains

These half-said commitments
Shake under our feet
Unable to be trusted
With anything other than defeat

The moments of clarity
End much too quickly
With clandestine sincerity
And annihilated dignity

My head down, I walk away
Confused and shattered
Broken by another day

But if youâ€™d kiss me one last time
Iâ€™d never let your lips leave mine

7/8/2012 1 comment

Why Me?

by StayStrong 6/28/2012

written by StayStrong

Its almost the summer, and i feel alittle paniced. Ive decided i would like to die in the summer time, none of my friends will every know im gone next year at school. However life has basically just put an obsticle in my way. my best guy friend, i now have feelings for. maybe i even love him?(even puppy love) Its taring me in two. a part of me wants him BAD. I feel jealous when i see him with other girls, when he posts heart on other girls walls. I want him so bad and i dont know why. I just want to kiss […]

6/28/2012 1 comment

mirrors

by NotReallyHereAtAll 6/9/2012

written by NotReallyHereAtAll

Looking in the mirror is often a strange experience for me. When I look in the mirror, I don’t usually hate what I see. I don’t have too many insecurities and I usually like my features and my long, curly hair. The problem is, I’m never sure what else I’ll see when I look at my reflection. There are times when I look at my face and I look so scarily like somebody elseÂ and it shocks me that no one else can see it. I’m permanently exhausted, as you can tell from the hollowness below my eyes. My lips refuse to twitch into an unreal […]

6/9/2012 0 comment

Smile

by RunningInTheDark 5/28/2012

written by RunningInTheDark

I wrote this just sitting here, singing with my nieces and thinking of my girlfriend 🙂

When you smile at me

My heart skips a beat

Could this be

I’m actually happy?

Your eyes are a light green

Prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen!

With skin the color of cream

I could mistake you for a queen.

With lips a soft pink

Oh, is that a blush on your cheek?

The days are so meak

Without you here to keep.

But I’ll see you again

Kiss every inch of your cream skin

And lose myself in those eyes of light green.

Signed: RunningInTheDark

Tobias Curry

5/28/2012 0 comment

FUCK YOU

by Marissa 5/18/2012

written by Marissa

Things were starting to get better. It’s been almost two weeks since the last time I sliced myself. I finally told my dad to get me a therapist since my mom doesn’t give a shit. I guess my dad forgot about me again. Not a surprise, my family seems to forget about me alot. I even tell them I’m their forgotten child.
I really hate my family. Especially my mom. She thinks it’s hilarious to make fun of me. She’s over done it today. Haha very funny to make fun of your daughter in front of my dad and little brother. I always just […]

5/18/2012 3 comments

Suicide and Reclamation

by Tina89 5/17/2012

written by Tina89

Suicide and Reclamation

Itâ€™s so cold and dark in this place
Iâ€™d cut myself open to show you
Our blood is the same
Water stings as it kisses cuts like my mothers lips
Something about submerging myself seemed to be like a baptism.
I remember when my pastor dipped me in the water.
I want to be clean again.
I want to tell you Iâ€™m sorryâ€¦for what I canâ€™t remember.
All I know is that I was wrong.
Alcohol burned so much I thought it killed what made me sick even those dirty sinful memories.
I want to be pure again.
I want to hold someone […]

5/17/2012 1 comment

Worthless

by whenthewindblows 5/16/2012

written by whenthewindblows

I don’t have a sob story. I have never been abused. My parents are alive and healthy as are my siblings.

I’m almost sure I have depression, I have every single one of the signs, but I don’t want to tell my mom.

I’m not pretty, I have an oddly shaped face and horrible eyebrows that no matter how much I pay to have them shaped, their just never pretty. My eyes are nothing special, same as my nose, and my lips are incredibly thin. My hair is a ugly blond-ish brown that just looks greasy all the time. I’m not smart, I’m not athletic, I’m not […]

5/16/2012 2 comments

Her…only her. im her?.. yea maybe. idk probably not

by twinklestar23 5/4/2012

written by twinklestar23

She walked forward.. things rushing through her head.

shes one out of 7 billion people….

her long hair swiveling as she moves..

no face is seeen… only her back.. she keeps walking..

they call her name.. so she starts speed walking..

they call her again and she starts running..

she screams…. as she holds the knife…

she turnss her head….

full of tears and bloood.

full black eyes… pale with trembling lips..

and then EVERYTHING BLACKS OUT..

is she dead? maybe… is she in Â a mental hospital probably..

5/4/2012 2 comments

Cured

by TragedyEnsues 4/19/2012

written by TragedyEnsues

It has stopped. Â The agonizing cries have ceased. Â No longer will I see shadows chasing my footsteps. Â I have materialized once again to bathe myself in a world of love. Â I see smiles and happiness all around me. Â I am beyond thrilled to feel a touch or witness a smile guided in myÂ direction. Â I am a victim no more. Â The sun shines on my face. Â I moisten my lips and wait for it’s beauty to bestow it’s essence upon me.

Yet, Â I cannot feel it’s grace. Â It does not come. Â The faces start to blur and laughter no longer blesses my ears with it’s sound.

The dullness […]

4/19/2012 0 comment

I love..

by [SyKo]Nuclearanthrax 4/13/2012

written by [SyKo]Nuclearanthrax

I love the taste of your lips and how it feels. I love how you make everything feel completely un-real.

I love how you REALLY make me laugh and smile. I love how this has lasted for a while.

I love how no matter what they say you still look me in the eyes. I love how when I’m with you for once I don’t want to die.

I love how you give me hugs. I love how you actually are attracted to my ugly mug.

I love your eyes. I love how they stare back into mine.

I love how this feels so real.Â I love that our relationshipÂ is such […]

4/13/2012 3 comments

by beaGhost 3/11/2012

written by beaGhost

I hate myself right now. My head is a terrible place to be. I can’t fix it. It will never change. I know that it will never change. I just need to die right now and all of this shit will be over with. I’m already drunk, all I need to do is start driving my car and it will be done.
I hate that I love him. I hate myself for believing in him the first time and every time after that. I hate that I still try so hard to be a part of his life. I hate that I have to try.

3/11/2012 3 comments

I just keep hesitating

by Anon141 3/8/2012

written by Anon141

So, my mother keeps a bottle of her Ambien hidden in her dresser, and I’m usually home alone for about 4-5 hours on weekdays, 10 hours on Friday nights. I keepÂ planning, saying my goodbyes over and over again, but every time it comes to that time, I freeze up. Not because of myself, but because I’m afraid how it will effect the people I care about. It’s a hard thing to think about, balancing a pill between your lips and debating what impact you’ve made on the people around you, no matter how small. Then of course, there’s the fear I’ll find myself Â awake, and […]

3/8/2012 2 comments

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