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Have you ever felt
you loved someone that
you hated the person?

Have you ever felt
you knew everything that
you knew nothing?

Have you ever felt
the overwhelming happiness and grace that
you manifested signs of sadness?

Have you ever felt
the burning heart inside
though you are soaked outside?

Feeling feelings,
i do not fully understand
what they are
but they color the blank sheet of life –
There was a baby girl in her bassinet
Her mother had not awoken yet
Sometime in the night
Death passed over, a terrible flight

Death passed over, a terrible flight

Her soul did take wing
Her tent, left behind
When mom, she did awake
Her heart trembled a horrible quake

A horrible quake

For in the cocoon of safety
In her swaddling was wrapped
The reaper did visit, silently
Quietly, quietly he swung his scythe

He swung his scythe

To the home was I summoned
To investigate for foul play
Four weeks old with wild hair
Laying as still as she did lay

Laying still as she did lay

A mother gently weeping for her loss
My mouth shut with her grief
Normal by all sight, no foul play
My mouth shut with her grief

The reaper is a thief

Of this I could not partake
Never get involved, the burden don’t take
But the mother’s grief
It was too hard to ignore

It was too hard to ignore

I picked up the baby to check thoroughly
A beautiful girl, her tiny face, soft and free
Rigor had visited, she felt so cold
As if her sleep was still nearby

As if her sleep was still nearby

In my heart I wanted to cry
Why did the little one die?
Some things make no sense
It wasn’t natural, but it was

No, it wasn’t natural, but it was

The girl I could never have
A girl to raise of my own
Her body quiet and stiff
My eyes did tear, my nose did sniff

My eyes did tear, my nose did sniff

The smell of death started setting in
The blood does spoil with an odor
What can you do?  What can you say?
I held the baby, I did cry, I did pray

I held the baby, I did cry, I did pray

Her soul escaped in a flutter
During the night it took flight
Was she watching? This I thought
Under the altar of the martyred lay she

Under the altar of the martyred lay she
Eloise Rose
I opened up to you,
about my struggles, my destructive behaviors
and you said just don't do it.
If i could "just not do it",
I wouldn't have any secrets to be sharing with you.
I wouldn't be so depressed that I needed you.
The truth is that I liked you from the start...
The truth is ,I can't imagine us apart..
The truth is ,it feels like someday I'll be left with a broken heart..
The truth is that I've always wanted to tell you...
The truth is that if I do,will u still see me the same?
The truth is ,I keep wondering if I leave ,will u still remember my name...
The only lie I told, is that I like you...
Cause The truth is that I'm deeply in love with you ...
I'm tired of trying
i just don't think
I can do this anymore
with all of my pain
tell me what's keeping me out the door
i just don't know anymore

if its too much too handle
my heart breaks everyday
and its always the same'
tell me why nothing ever changes
for me

living life in this sick reality
i want to wake up
but this isn't a dream

its a nightmare
and im a prisoner
locked and cant find the key

its the one thing
thats keeping me from leaving
The tragedy is
there's a prison in my mind
all the thoughts that lurk there
are ones I wish were never mine
they etch into my heart
the scars I wear so bright

They whisper wicked stories
of things that never happened
or maybe things that did
things that shouldn't create ripples
in the current in my life
but here I lay in bed
stuck awake at night
eyes cutting blankly
through the nothingness of my cold and dark bedroom
I see you here and there, but couldn’t feel your touch anywhere.
I miss u da
i held you for a night
and now things are different

what changed?
god I'm so confused
Helena Abondano
glass sheet
many men
not to drop
four clinks
to their tables
so careful
not to cut their
tender skin
the room was
so quiet
and I missed the floor
silence broke
like paper cut
We were not meant to be friends
But somehow we became
But becoming is not enough
And we have failed to maintain
Not all depressed cut,
Not all sad shed tears,
Not all strong fight,
Not all monsters roar,
Not all young are innocent.
Some just work harder to maintain a mask.
We are here,
And you have reason to fear,
We are the best liars,
We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting a single eyelash.
Watch out we are coming.
This is a dark and serious prom but that didn't change the fact that In was tempted to put "and we're *****" instead of " And you have reason to fear" ****
I went searching for the moon with urgency to tell
Stars looked so deep in to my eyes that it filled me with uncertainty
I rushed barefooted to the back
And then the front
I couldn’t bare to never see the moon again
You make time for the people you care for
So, what if you don't?
Does it mean you don't care for them?
Does it mean they are less important than what you are doing?
What if you have a bad way of expressing your true emotions?
You don't ignore the people you love
What if you ignore them because you're trying to figure out what to say?
What if you feel like you have nothing to say?
You shouldn't leave people guessing
Has anyone ever stopped to think what if I'm just as confused?
Running thoughts
Jade Lima
Where do I go to watch the flowers bloom?
Or not feel alone in a crowded room?
Can I reach the stars?
Or is it too far?
Am I getting back some of my lost heart?
I want to find a better piece of mind,
But it always feels like I’m running out of time.
I wish I didn’t spend so much time fearing my demise.
But I can never feel alive unless there’s sunlight.
So why do I spend my time alone with the moon?
It only gives way for more gloom to consume.
I guess I just need to figure out what to do.
Until I can travel among the sunrise into a brighter hue.
Delaney Smoke
the death of my soul
comes from my paranoid mind
and your silent lips
i exist even if you don't remember that i do
The sun was bright
Shining my life with light
Then the storm came
Now there’s  just rain
I’m going through one of the toughest times I’ve gone through in a while. When will it end?
Chante Coutinho
I always felt there was something
Missing from my heart
A gap found within my being
My soul with a missing part

I wonder if it will become complete
Or if a part of me is destined to be lost
Did a thief come to steal it at night
And sell it at no cost

Used to being incomplete
And knowing no other way
I eventually stopped searching
And felt that I would be okay

But silently I heard
The lost piece sing
Crying out my name
In the depths of the wind
I don't feel special,
I'm not unique.
I want to cry
but I can't even speak.
My hands reach out,
but they cannot hold
a single thing
but the bitter cold.
Everything's frozen,
I feel lost.
Even my tears
have turned to frost.
When I cut my waist
it bleeds black.
I'm so deeply gone
there's no way back.
This is goodbye
Expensive words
do not make the poetry,
priceless hearts do
Cruising on a boat
Scenery so beautiful
What a lovely day

<3 <3 <3
I’ve had a wonderful day today in Norfolk Broads such a lovely place ,  with my two daughters and sister we went on a boat saw geese ducks swans many pretty houses lovely trees pubs boats was amazing -))
Grace E
US= -stability+-(past baggage^2-coherent communication)
                Intense mutual attraction

...remains unsolved
We’ve been married 3 years and still haven’t figured it out yet.
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
maybe you are smiling
maybe you are not as sad as i
maybe you are stronger
maybe you are feeling happy
maybe you have moved on
maybe you have found someone new
maybe you have a better life

but my heart has never said bye
Karen Figueroa
His death may have not killed me
But it has wounded me
My heart pounds eagerly
Awaiting the outcomes of the morrow
What is awaiting me
Love, hatred or sorrow?

Fear and anticipation
All wrapped into one
Securely tied with a ribbon
Now we wait for the sun

Marching on to the time
Allowing fate to lead the way
My heartbeat is all I can hear
Let's see what's awaiting me today.

You're more beautiful
And more outstanding and bright
Than you'll ever know.

You're worth more than you'll know. Just a reminder.
Annika J
My poetry is always written
In the heat of the moment

The big picture is often neglected
It is but
One moment in all my life

The perspective might be messed up
And the feelings exaggerated
But it's nice to have that moment captured
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
If writing is as easy as saying,
I would write all the time.
But dear, it is not.
it’s a beautiful thing
this day and age
with bubbling permafrost
with drug-resistance
with obesity treatments
with technological advancements
with scientific discoveries
with silent wars
with blue lava
with bleeding glaciers
with divorce
with sensitivity
with my generation
of people believing
this new generation
is completely and
utterly clueless as a
common occurrence

but let’s think about
what these kids are
into nowadays.

let’s think about who
invented these inane
things for the kids.

my generation of people.

so the kids of today are
the ones who are ******
for liking the things
that we’ve created?

I’m sorry but we have to
be the ones who are obtuse
for believing such things,
oblivious for not
realizing them and
showing the world
we have
little or no imagination

the generation before us
has lied to us and
thought us to lie
to the generation

whether it’s the gods
or holidays
or what not.

the youth of the today
are autonomous.
they can not take
responsibility for
their actions nor do
they understand and
just go along
with the trends,
much like,
all the generations
before them
but we need a scapegoat
to cover up our own
farce implementations.

the truth of the matter is..
we’re all a little vacuous
in our own way
especially the ones with
an answer for everything.
living in an imperfect world
where there’s always room
for improvement
nothing for us
or against us
wrapped up in our
and illogical theories
and as useless as
exploding appendix.

the lost generation
the interbellum generation
the silent generation
the baby boomers
generation x
the millennials

a strong admixture
of imbecility and
filled with belief
and unawareness
to a senseless world

like hate
like blame
like gossip
like jealousy
like being offended
like being impressive
like the punk rock dream
like hospital waiting rooms
like fundraisers and charity events
like your co-worker to the right and
the left of you
and their families
and their families before

our greatest creation
our strongest aide

to deconstruct
Tony Tweedy
Life is sure to cost you whilst on the path you choose.
And there will be heartache from things that you will lose.
A greater pain you may encounter, at a far greater cost,
is to no longer see a value in things that once you lost.
You can lose trust in many ways for many things. It can shake foundation and pillar as destructively as any earthquake.
Not entirely happy with the last line..... of or in??

her heart has been broken
so many times she wonders
if it's beyond repair.

the walls she once loathed
now surround her heart,
unapproachable by man.

each night she lies
awake wondering if
anyone hears her cries.

but He hears her
and tells her heart to be still
for He will dry her tears,
take her and restore
her broken heart.
for she is His bride.

Lick my lips
Cradle my face
Gaze into my eyes
And tell me I'm safe
a (the) woman’s body (pretty pleasing)

is my reciprocal

her waist is my happy place

her neck is my doorway

the rest is
best when she is mirror accessorizing,
preening, **** upon first rising,
tallying the gains and the losses

unaware of my watching,
never satisfied she, tho she is 98% unadmitting contented,
as she shifts her weight,
from knee to knee extended alternating
with slow delicacy

for the pleasure is trebled
for her imagine image reverberates
throughout the house

for ever mirror is pre-positioned
accidentally angled just so

she doesn’t know and asks why I’m grinning,
answer is
no confessionary, no telling I’m sinning,

eyes scheming-dreaming of her reciprocity

she smiles and says  
“good morning bad boy”

maybe she does know
but you won’t tell her,
we, you and me,
are pretty pleasing

she is 1/me
she is won over me
half tragedy half hope
my heart is in
an infinite war
between both sides
MaKenzie Unser
i wonder
if the sky watches me
cry into wrinkled linen
all night
I am overcome
with emotion again

but the good kind
not the bad this time

I am happy
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