Unnoticed   Untitled. Unseen. Unheard. Unnoticed. Still your absence of recognition is noted. Sly. Coy. Fake. Unnoticed. Others do not see it, but others are not focused. Together, yet miles apart. Unnoticed. I stare at my feet, say nothing, and I know you have noticed. Accomplished. Proud. Satisfied. Unnoticed. You now know it’s working, ignoring,

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These Broken-Hearted Streets   In these broken streets Broken people meet and talk In broken English Where alcoholics stalk In the dreary run down alleys Where the broken-hearted hoards Are found And junkies laying on the ground Soiling themselves with the laughter Of the here and ever after Normal people are wipe the dirt From

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Judgement Scars You are worth more than judgement. Words can scar, leave an indent. Define ‘pressure’: you are not good enough, school s***, Teachers, parents, friends, teenaged bulls***. Do that, wear this, look like that, listen to this 15 and never even gotten a kiss? Popular, unpopular, straight, gay. There just words, they don’t stay.

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Music Box   Some parts are in different places, But the clockwork still moves. As the gears strain spaces, The music box plays a different tune. The tiny dancer won’t turn, She’s not ready. And the box doesn’t stand as strong, But it’s keeping her steady. Blacked out, bruised, confused, We “heal”. Leeches, the screeches

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Pitchforks   You spent your whole life pointing pitchforks, But have no idea how it feels, To stand in front of your jagged judgement, And die beneath your steel. You use free speech as an excuse to hate, Your privilege is your power, Come with that pitchfork and strike us down, While we just wait,

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Only Looking for Attention   I used to keep sharp things in my drawers But that was before Those poisoned bedside kisses Kept quivering above my forehead at night. Before she made sure the door would spare some light As to reveal the scars that I feared glorified my gapping vulnerabilities. As gapped as those

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Darkness, with a Glimpse of Light   Darkness, with a glimpse of light, He fights, Unattainable, even with all his might. Depression, Repression, Is all that he feels, That little bit of happiness never feels real. The voice in his head echoes in the dark, Like a rabid dog who begins to bark, Continuously, Knocking

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