Jan 11

don't tell me about your first love-
tell me about your last.

tell me how he made you believe in love
when you thought your time had passed.

tell me how he made you feel
when you thought the butterflies were dead.

tell me how you tried silencing your heart
and all the crazy thoughts in your head.

tell me how he taught you
to love just a little bit again.

tell me how it was like taking your first step
how it was like to once more begin.

tell me how you thought your heart was dead
how you'd been hurt too many times before

tell me how you saw yourself falling for him
and constantly wanting more.

tell me how you thought you weren't worthy of love
tell me how all those thoughts vanished with one touch

a year, a decade, a century
how no time with him was too much

tell me how he excites you
how you're seeing colors you didn't know existed.

tell me how you finally gave in to giving love another chance
how you couldn't fight it, no matter hard you resisted.

tell me how you thought that love just wasn't for you
tell me how being with him makes you feel love is just for you.

tell me how the world seems just a little better
tell me how the grass is greener, the sky a little more blue.

tell me about your last love;
the one who really stayed.

how he's the missing piece of the puzzle
the one for whom you always prayed.

tell me about your last one
the one standing by your bed.

the one you hold on to a second too long
before you forever rested your head.

#love   #last  

contemplating suicide
I remember how my life
was like
watching you with those girls
I could only run or hide
you can't see how it hurts
that every time I end up
with my knife
contemplating suicide
under the tree house
we built when we're child
how far we've come
separated but we got along
contemplating suicide
one last thing I only want
bury me in all the colors
and all the flowers
which are faded and dark
with a rainbow out of blue
faded in darkness of the night

standing on bridge
ready to jump
ready to fly
*with no hope, no fear
#love   #suicide   #sad   #life   #thoughts   #tree   #last   #river   #knife  

I know why I kissed you
One last time
Before we parted
Because I knew I'd leave you
I was a selfish girl
In a selfish world

#kiss   #time   #selfish   #one   #last  

Climax of the talk
Stopped there, "we have tomorrow";
It was her last night.

010517  20:58

We don't always have a tomorrow. "Next time" is a curse.

#haiku   #goodbye   #last   #talk   #climax  
Jan 1

today I read a book about a girl who rebuilt herself
who escaped the most dangerous prison in the world
also knows as her mind
today I read a book about a girl who decided to fight back and be okay
and I saw so much of myself in her
so I know I'll be okay
even my scars have scars of their own
and it doesn't hurt that much to bleed anymore
but I've realized that while the sky is bright I owe the sun appreciation
even though it's hurt me quite a bit
today I read a book about a girl who chose herself
and since today is a good day
I feel like I can be that girl

happy new year~
#i   #my   #last   #its   #year   #an   #almost   #made   #since   #been  
Nathan Wischropp
Nathan Wischropp
Dec 31, 2016


I'm sorry Karen.
#goodbye   #last   #final  
Atul Kaushal
Atul Kaushal
Dec 31, 2016

Even if you are not talking to me,
The thread connecting our hearts stays,
And that way we stay connected.

Even if you do not feel the love any longer,
Your memories make me feel happier,
And that way we stay connected.

Many-a-times I have felt your pain,
Both in your past and the present,
And that way we stay connected.

I have always prayed to GOD,
For your pain to be transferred,
And that way we stay connected.

No, I do not regret my words,
Perhaps they were the most suited,
And that way we stay connected.

You resent me for my words,
Even I resent you for your actions,
And that way we stay connected.

As this year ends I confess it,
We will be united as one in future,
And that way we stay connected.

Not for K, she had lost me.
And I would not return to her.
It's for a mythical perfect match.

My HP Poem #1359
©Atul Kaushal
#love   #happy   #stay   #day   #new   #last   #year   #connected   #2016   #2017  
Atul Kaushal
Atul Kaushal
Dec 29, 2016

The other time death greeted me warmly,
On the night of Christmas Eve I slept.

But I woke up to have a frozen body,
Enter I did a fearful living nightmare.

Lost was my control over myself,
On my own limbs I lost free will,
Very late I seemed to regain it,
Enter I did a frightful thought,
Dying unloved by someone truly.

I seem to have a disorder with my body temperature which may be related to my blood pressure falling too low when I am asleep.

My HP Poem #1355
©Atul Kaushal
#death   #sleep   #be   #wish   #last   #to   #freezing   #loved   #christmas   #eve  
Shalu Suresh
Shalu Suresh
Dec 25, 2016

She was his last breath,
left with a wreath...

10 word poem
#sad   #death   #him   #last   #she  
Dec 25, 2016

Christmas has come ,
another year has passed and
another is yet to come ,
things have been lost and
things are yet to come but , who knows
what in life will be done .
5 days you have to pack your past ,
leave all the burdens and sorrows
and yet a different light cast .
Pray a little not to God but yourself
for you deserve not the better but the best ,
Believe and have a little faith in life
and eventually everything will fall in line.

Wishing you a very merry Christmas ! ❤
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#poem   #life   #faith   #past   #new   #line   #last   #sorrows   #christmas   #year  
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