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Angelique gamble Dec 2016
Music pounds through the speakers.
I try to forget.
I'd do anything to make your ghost go away.
Right now I'm trying to drink you away.
tomorrow for all I know it might be pills.
I'm kind of scared where this will end.
I'm almost not afraid to die and that scares me worse.
I am lonely and broken hearted and all I need is apology from you. They say you can die from a broken heart and words hit harder than a nail.  It is true the scientific evidence is out there and you want to believe you can make it as a singer or musicican over at http://linkedin.com/robertlittlejohn, and you have no verifable work history August 2012. You hatch onto  women via http://facebook.com and tell them tall tales. Your church of Christ will get wind of all your lies.I am lonely I have done nothing but atleast I can remarry in my church whereas; you can not.
Siyabulela  May 2011
Hatred
Siyabulela May 2011
Sweating danger,sensitiveness,lonelines less annoyance,its like playing unconditionally,suscribe thee.smile is your triumph,happines is your dream,hatred is your chum,teasin'g,******* e're friend of hatred,it discover a rotten inside,it got no answer,nor relief nor ablaze.it reduces,desguise and re-use velocity on your vector,it creates bumps and pumps as it accelarates  anger,self eestem nor a lion heart but a better sweet around you
Belle Victoria Mar 2015
take me to a world where doors are open
a lovely little place where no one is bruised or broken
a destination where not a single soul feels alone or unwanted

wishing upon the stars was something I always did
it gave a feeling of safety because these dreams where mine
I wished for simple things like a hug or just to see you smile
I wished for a kiss and sometimes for a little more of that
but the most important thing I wished for was your company
because in my own little world you were all I cared about

today was the first day of spring
I could see the sun staying with us longer, shining bright
I asked myself the question when will I see you again
maybe this monday or maybe never, it kills me to not know
we got lost in time and space and there is no inbetween

water fell down from the sky
like the tears that fell down on the floor
everything started to go down and she knew
even her favorite band could not save her out of this
this girl who was so close to recovery got lost again
the darkness called her named, an empty hole of lonelines
the scars on her wrist were her sign of being alive

but in the end she didn't care about her broken things
everything always was and always will be about you
because this kid made her world more beautiful and worthy

and so she wished upon the stars ..
for one last time..
It was you that I adored.
Belle Victoria  Mar 2015
dreams
Belle Victoria Mar 2015
people with a dream are kinda like people who don't have a dream
they can live the same life and do the same things everyday
wishing there world was not like this, everything needed to be different
they wanted navy blue instead of orange red

you can have everything you ever wanted
but still dont have what you really need
a friend, a lover

someone to hold you when everything in the world seems unfixable

it was raining again today, the sky was grey just like my mind
a long time ago I met this girl let's say her name was Victoria
she was a little odd but in a special way, her soul was precious
she also had a dream, she wanted to change the world

Victoria wanted the so called weird kids to fit in, to be loved
I guess she dreamed of a world without fear and lonelines
because this girl knew the darkness like no other soul
she had dinner with the devil and played games with his demons

I got broken parts where my heart should be..
and I just needed someone to save me from myself

but dreams don't ever come true, so love me and my brokenness.
I once had a dream.
EJ Aghassi  Nov 2014
as is
EJ Aghassi Nov 2014
I want you like one
who only sees sun
through one window
well known in
the darkness alone

I yearn for you like
grass for morning dew
the stars for the moon
with the rising tide and
nighttime gloom

your perfume drives me
mad, it drives me forward
towards the steep cliff
of self-destruction
but there are such pretty
flowers down there
among the rocks

the way you talk makes
me feel alone, my desires
still unknown to you
but my pain & time
are but sorry gifts
distractions from my
short comings

how do you feel knowing
I suffer for you?

how would you react to
knowing I die a little
when you smile?
the world around gets
drained of grandeur
with your beauty
so imposed and
thrilling to endure

your scent makes me
me mad with want,
it's peppered with
my own lonelines

far more intense than a need
I want that perilous leap, though
I am not a man but
mistakes laid in heaps
at your feet

allow me home,
that fleeting feeling of it

shelter from the storm
that rages as time
wears thin the sin
now left drably within

I will find your center,
with it my own,
in flesh & bone
I shall crumble

I am humbled

I am what you see
now before you
silly silly silly
When will i stop pouring lines of broken heart poems?
When will i be free from this foe?
When will i know love for love?
When will my love be reciprocated?

When will i like other's be of good cheers in love?
many i've desired for love but none has ever for my love embraced.
I'm like one tree in a desert.
In the world of many yet Lonelines have me his bed mate.

Everyday i look at many beauty faces,
they make my desire spreads like an oak tree,
and my feelings flow like stream.
The cold evening wind whispers me sardonic,

When the night is dark and still am held in the quiet, in loneliness arm.
Nobody Sep 2019
I find it harder and harder to wake up  in the morning not because im lazy or I dont want to go to school. Its solely because im tired; tired of opening my eyes and realizing that Im still here  that i havent been granted my single wish from that one person we call "god". That i have to live through another day in the dark abyuss you call home. I never wanted this life, to be this *******- montser my own mother hides away in her closet, I long for the day i can be happy.  Where i can feel love for the first time. I dont belong here. You see the other day while you all slept, I stayed awake. Its nothing unusal on my part. I live in the dark, sad and alone. Its where ive always been, all ive ever known. That night, this darkness was deeper than before as i sat on my bed and cried my nightly tears I stared into the darkness, looking for my hands Until i rasied them and the tiny sliver of light from my window reflected off my old trusted friend. The cold rusted piece of metal felt right in my hands. It gave me this happiness ill never understand. I shine the glare on my upper leg the lines of dispointment and shame show- themselfs as i read through them; Oh the story they tell.  I know what they all mean I remember every scar and why they lay upon my skin, its a sad story they hold. This one right here the crooked small one Thats the one that started it all. Or this one The wide long dark one twords the end The day i found out i was nothing more than a usless bag of roting flesh to her, that i'll be alone forever.  Thats the one ill never forget Because even to this day I rememeber her sweet soft voice yell at me in the middle of the lunch line to leave her alone. As much as i dont want to remember, no amount of alcohol can fill in the gap she left open Each and every line i read gets me into this rage i cant control Wanting to blame everyone for my problems but i know i caused them myself. I squeze that thin sheet of happiness in my fist and i feel this pain race up my arm  When i let go, my palm is full of this beautiful liquid that remind me im still human. To you it might not seem like much  But to those who understand that unwriten languge you read in the blood "If only this was enough to end your pain, im sorry im insifishant" Its morning now These thoughts have held me back from being happy for once. What is there to do now? Nothing. I have to wait my turn again Oh well, im already used to the feeling of disapointment. I clean myself off in the bathroom right before i look into the mirror. Theres no way to decribe that feeling you get when you look in your eyes and see all the wrong youve ever done.  "Its late, they'll wake up soon" i tell myself  under my breath. I rush to my phone and open to the screen shot of the day i got a taste of what love is. I reread the single reply over and over in my mind before i hear the russle of blankets from the thing my mother decribes as her only son that lays a sleep less than a foot from my bed. "I...i love you"  I try to remember the sound her mouth made as she studered that phrase. " Its time "  I get up from my soon to be death bed and put on my mask before anyone sees The same mask i made myself several years ago. Theres cracks and chips, yes But thats what makes it so uniqe. People try peaking into see my hell. So I do what any scared human would do, push them away. So far they give up and walk away. Im at school, its lunch. I open the door leading into the stair well and i see her. My last hope  Right before she sees me, i count  1...2...3 I remove my mask and hide it  Im shaking shes the first to see whats under. All the years of lonelines will hopefully end today when i show her my heart. Sadly They didnt. They seemed to get lonelier now  "Ding, ding" I dont want to go home I see her car outside waiting for me I feel the vibration in my pocket , I know its her.  I walk slowly down those steps leading to the front.  As i open the door to the outside theres this hope that flutters in my heart the hope i get to see her one last time before i go.  My puples dilate and the sudden blindness fades away  Only to show nobody there. Im "home" now. Theres nothing i can do anymore I just wait here for my time to come.  Its bed time already and i open back to the picture "I...i love you" Thats all i need. The sounds began to fade into the dark  I see her.  No more than a arm away theres nothing around but us. I watch her lips move "I...i love you"  I hear her more vivid than ever tonight. My eyes slowly open Instintly tears rush down the side of my face landing onto the pillow. And so it begans again..
I wish you felt the same again, that we were together in the end.
Jelle Lerutte  Feb 2016
Sleepless
Jelle Lerutte Feb 2016
We all have these moments.
Sleepless at night.
Staring at a ceiling.
Waiting for the light in our head to go out.
As I lay beneath the darkness of my ceiling.
I can only remember the softness of her skin.
The way she breaths in her sleep.
The tender parfume she has.
It is not the lonelines keeping me awake.
It is the lack of comfort I get from her.
That is what I miss in these dark cold nights.
Byerly  Jan 2019
An ilussion
Byerly Jan 2019
What is your happy place?
A person?
An animal?
Your family or friends?
An actual place?
For me is an ilussion
Something made up
Non existing
I scape trought my toughts and fantasies
Im with my love
Hes happy. Happier than he has ever been.
He had tons of issues
Anxiety, depression, lonelines
...emptyness
Just to say a few...
He's showing me that IT DOES GETS BETTER
His smile is unique.
Pure.
He's not in the void anymore
He's happy.
And I'm happy when I'm with him.
It's amazing how something unreal can free you for a while
Then you remember the real world
A ****** up world
A world without him
And you try to fight back the reality and be strong for yourself and others
You keep holding on until you feel that it is getting better
And you are finally free

— The End —