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Friends Live Forever

She shuts her eyes.
They called it sleep.
They shut the door.
They extinguished the lights.

At 3am.
she awakens.
Her body deceased,
she could not move.
She notices herself,
dancing with the devil.
He claps his hands.
He grins at her.


Suddenly he cackles.
She stops to glance.
She sees his face.
His eyes like death,
looks like her friend.

he shoves her down.
She cracks her neck.
He smirks at her,
then strolls away.

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Sister

A cage for three
room for two
one had died
to free herself

Spoon for one
she feeds her slave 
the one that weeps
and begs for her warmth

She watched us all
with satisfaction in her eyes 
I was the one 
that nourished her soul
with tears in my eyes 
and blood on my knees

She neglected the other
constantly feeding me 
she glanced at me 
"I love you" she said 

I peered at her 
with anger in my eyes
we call her sister
but she locked us up

I shattered her pride
and broke her heart
she got upset
she let me starve

She called the other
and gave her food
i cried for mine
she looked away

On my judgement day
with my last breath
i called out "sister"
she smirked at me

I called her again
she took her hand
and plunged it in my back
I smiled at her 

Finally,
I was free from 'sister' too











This is my first poem with first person pronoun,  mixed up tenses, and a few punctuation. This is because my friend, which I used to refer to as 'sister', hurt me in everyway possible. I didn't know I was trapped until one day I stood up to her and gained my freedom, but in doing so it paralyzed me. I was angry at her, but now i just feel sorry for her.

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Scared

He stared at my scar with disgust 
And that was when I knew that he did not really love me from the start
I put my hand on his shoulder 
As I thought of how we went through heaven and hell together 

This made me very unhappy 
But I knew that it was for the best
And when the time comes
My other half will join me
Not for better, but for worse 

Because I will drag his soul to my dungeon 
And lock it up
So that he will never stop loving me
And will never hurt me
Like the heart that got misplaced 

It would be my center piece 
From which, I will feed my obsession

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Hallucinations

Blood on her shirt.
She runs away
from herself.
A smashed mirror.
Amnesia.
And fate.
She ate away.
A decayed body.
Dangling on a fan.
Left there to be witnessed.

As she walked into her vision
of happiness,
she suddenly stops.
It was herself she was glaring at.
Her destiny she was perceiving.
She was being stabbed to death
by seven demons
while laying down on the floor 
unclothed.

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Reality

There he was,
standing in front of me.
I could feel the radiance he gave off.
The vast love he had,
made me sick.
When I allowed myself to love him,
he dragged me to the underworld,
to where the devil rested.

Why was I surprised?
Along with his radiance
came a foul odor,
which overpowered him,
leaving the people around him in awe.
Banshee came out from oblivion,
bringing with it obscene faces.
It was time for me to go,
as darkness rang its bell again.

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Her First Rainbow

Glimpse of radiance
maneuvering through her dark heart.
Rejuvenating.
Resuscitating.
Giving life and joy.

Radiance like a woman
swaying around her garden,
crowded with flowers.
It breaks through.
Glows so bright
It reminds her of the sun.

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The Only Cure

At the age of twelve 
It was merely just a feeling 
And as she grew, it grew with her

Her parents called it a figment of her imagination 
Not knowing they were the source of this virus
That was slowly spreading over her body
She was left in darkness and when she smiled 
They would snatch it away from her

They complained that she was too pale 
But they did not give her the cure for her deadly disease 
Instead they would share it amongst the rest of her siblings 

And when she could not longer take it 
She would force herself to dream 
When they finally entered her solitude 
They noticed her laying in a pool of blood 
with a shade of black 
Lifeless.

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Toxic

I woke up today 
At around 7 am 
Greeted by my thoughts.
How could I hurt someone I love so much
By pretending to be suffering?

As tears ran down my cheeks 
my ulter ego 
Tried to convince me 
That my tears were not for the boy 
I claim to love

Images of the way he smiles at me
Rushed through my head 
Causing me to toss and turn
For the pain was far worse than torture 
No one has ever made me feel this way


Deep down I knew it was him
I was crying for 
Holding onto him 
Hurt him more,
I know.
It is the tone of his voice 
When he speaks to me 
On the phone


But I cannot let him go
Because he is the host 
And I am the parasite.
For he is the only drug
Keeping me sane.









I really don’t know how to feel right now. I’m all mushy on the inside....

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Seven Days of Death

Ghastly halls that lead to Euphoria
Shattered glasses with reflections that mimicked her death
Being hanged but not dead
Sorrowful laughter and slit wrists
Decayed internally but still breathing 
Candy coated poison to seize her thoughts 
And death, to ease her pain.

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Self-Reflection

Her tears are squandered waters, 
like blood shed from an innocent man. 
If misery was to be defined
It would be her bareness covered with garments.
She fantasizes in colors 
But her realities are in black and white
As if to say her existence is tedious.
She adjured the heavens to eradicate her 
For she was worn out from breathing unfiltered air.

It came over her, 
like a woman enthralled by a thousand demons.
She would grip her lips 
In order to keep her sanity.
And when she least anticipated 
she would fall down on her knees
with blood gushing from her mouth. 

She glanced at the mirror 
And at that moment, she realized
she was her own executor.