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Hannah Marie
i need to learn
or perhaps relearn
how to be on my own

i'm used to you
just being there
that i am lonely now

i'm alone, you see
alone in my room
and now i'm lonely too

i could be alone
with you in my life
but never was i lonely

i was never ever
when you were in my life

now you've gone
that barrier's gone
alone and lonely, that's me
Sea's End
When two poets love,
Words start to hang in the air
And lose their meaning.
Another haiku? Wow! I'm only so good with words until I actually need to use them. Just ask my girl. (Spoiler alert: I'm really bad at articulating my thoughts in the heat of the moment. That's why I'm here.)
Robert Thomas
Along the coastline of Washington State
I watched my dreams evaporate.
    Atop a boulder, high above the sand,
    The last limpid hope I held grand
Was dissolved into nothingness from where
I stood underneath the sun's glare.

All purposefulness and meaning were gone,
Only I remained, alone, one.
      I reached for a dim promise from the sea,
      But, 'twas an empty-handed sea;
Hence, I left that oceanic commune
To seek newer ground, and fortune.
how do you name
this kind of strength?

the thing she loves most
shatters her, irreparably

shards sink to the depths
drowning she dies there

then recreates herself,
returning to care for it
Attention, everyone attention!
When I stopped talking,
I thought I heard you think
But only silence followed.

You're drowning me,
But I'm gonna take you with me!
Copyright © irsorai
18/01/2020 - 6:43am
electric pulse
red rivers


heartfelt beat
in love

finite times

hand in
John Destalo
she didn’t tell secrets
but she liked to whisper

her words were never shallow
and she was never scared

no matter how far we sank

she sang songs I never heard
and taught them to me

we sang songs they never heard
Dr Cameron Burry
You know,
                I would have to be crazy to not love you.


                 Loving you is driving me crazy still.

I can't win.
A blot of lonely on the rain-torn street.
      and brooding.
My love!

      But let the storm beat down on you—
I cannot come
to button up your coat.


  I sleep, and can’t remember.
I wonder what it feels like
To hold the world in your hands
And let it slip from your grasp

Suppose I'll never know
The day  has now gone here is the night
It's twelve o'clock all lights gone out
Not a single soul no one insight
We look out the window no one about.

Eyes are weary we are fighting sleep
Time to clime up that wooden hill
Waiting for us is the bed and sheets
Tired and drowsy sleep we will.

The evenings are colder
The frost here again
But we are much older
And our health's not the same

So as we head to that slumber land
And we dream our cares away
We pull up the blankets with our hands
And say goodnight to the day.
These cold nights a nice warm bed is welcoming.
you get one day to cry
but tomorrow
it’s time to fix your crown
kiara milko
i would give anything
to feel your touch
one last time
before i forget what you feel like
i miss this boy.
sandra wyllie
but I prefer the rain
over the sun. Because I know
the rain will go. And when the storm
is done what I look forward to
is a beautiful, sunny afternoon.

This might sound strange
but I prefer the pain
over the comfort. Because comfort
makes me complacent. And I’ll never
hasten my progress. For sure I’ll do
much less.

This might sound strange
but I prefer the stain
over the white and pure. Because what is
soiled and marred has lived a life that’s
Anna Bell
“i love you”
those words
                                      from his lips
i believed his deceitful manner
his charisma, it was alluring
I think most people take this as an s.o. but it could be anyone who stopped loving you a friend, a parent to just deceive you to get what they want from you. I also thought of the devil as I wrote this, he deceives you and feeds you with lies to follow him.
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
sorry to say
but some of your poems
aren't poems
this is not a poem / why was this trending ?? oh my..
heart is                                                  
A LANTERN                                              
Inside, lives a                                              
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t                       ­                       
  ­   n                                
      d                        ­                  
      ♡                                       ­             
s                                                  ­  
e                     ­             

                   bright wings
                     G L I T T E R I N G
                     with love, life and

I grow,                
S H E  R E M A I N S              
youthful, timid,              
d       ­     


                   ­                     spent days
                                          JUST  CRYING
     ­                                     feeling so lost
             ­                             ♡
                                  ­        I
       ­                                             s
                  ­                             o
                     ­          s
                    ­                              y
                                 ­                   ♡

                                           ­                             The
                                ­                                         summer
                                                          ­                OF HER HEART
                                                           ­                  became winter
                                                          ­                bleak
                                           ­                            ♡
                                                               ­                 a
                                                                ­                     n
                                                               ­                   d
                                            ­                            ♡
                                   ­                            c
                                                               ­   l
                                                            ­                d
                                                                ­                   ♡

                       with time
                          SHE MANAGED
                        to pick herself
                  ­ n
                           ­               h
      ­                           r

the help                        
O F  O T H E R                        
fellow Kings and                        
k         ­                         
♡                                      ­    
♡  ­        

                   You                                                              ­    
all have                                              
A D D E D   TO                                            
my heart's inner                                              
flame        ­                                        
n   ­                                                       
♡       ­                               
o  ­                      
e                               ­       
♡                     ­           

       Winds                                                            ­              
blow, wings                                                            ­      
NOW FLUTTER                                                          ­        
I'm ready to                                                               ­   
fly                                                              ­  
♡                                                                ­
b                                                               ­ 
y                                                              ­  
s    ­                                            
d            ­                                              
e                 ­                                                   ♡
I'm back!
So sorry everyone, the last few weeks have been... a strain on me.
I am still doing my media course and all, but mentally and emotionally,
I was slipping down into a dark place. My sleeping patterns have been messed up, my nerves have been completely out of control, my self-doubt, anxiety and depression drained me so much that I found it really hard to write, so I needed time to gather myself. It was so hard for me to pick up a pen. To do anything. My smiles were hollow and I just felt so lost.

I just wanted to apologise, I didn't mean to worry anyone. I'm truly touched by the out-pour of support for me. I got so many messages asking if I was alright. I can't express how much that warmed my heart. I'm so used to people being angry at me for my silence that it usually scares me to come back. By nature, with everything I've experienced, it's made me more and more of an isolationist. To all of those people, truly, thank you so so much for staying and just being kind to me...
Really. Thank you T-T
And thank you to all my followers, old and new.
245 followers... I can't even... T-T
I'm sorry if I sound like a broken record but thank you.
I'm back now, and I'm feeling better.
It's easier to hold my pen so I will resume spilling my ink.

I'll continue the Masked Bard on Thursday, I'm free the whole day.
I have no idea of my schedule the coming week.
Again, I appreciate everyone one of you.
Thank you for keeping me in your thoughts.
Thank you for staying with someone like me.
With much love,
Lyn ***
once upon a time
long ago
there was a you and me

i knew you once
and it was nice
silence was comfy
and we didnt have to try

i knew you once
long ago
you shared your secrets
and i shared mine

i knew you once
long ago
but where did you go...?
argh, i miss you.
girl friend
girl                   friend
girl                                                 friend
girl                                                      ­                         friend
girl                                                      ­                                                       friend
i am
too much
too loud
too exited
too much
going on
i need to

c a l m  d o w n

i have
to let
you breathe.
i have
to breathe.

R   E   L   A   X

calm yourself
you are
being too
loud too
too much
of everything

i think im coming off as wayyy too strong. its so incredibly stupid but im trying to change my personality back to the quiet calm person i was 3 years ago because i am too much for myself right now
noren tirtho
Time doesn't heal.
And the wound knows it.
Layers gather on the ****
but the damage remains,
hiding itself deep inside
the secret scar
time healing wound layers damage hidden secret scar
Masha Yurkevich

Worry is a misuse of your imagination...

With midterms coming right up, worry has become a big thing in my life.
it began like any cliché film,
a girl with degenerating neurons,
a boy trying to stay a float in his sorrows.

two worlds drunkenly collide.
emotions, memories, thoughts spill over.
you remember?

no. your sickness robbed you of these pure moments.
it took what may have been the beginning of what you've been searching for.

a kiss. a touch. pleasurable asphyxiation.
blurred night of raw feelings.
is this what remains?

an empty love.

the sickness stole it.

a night forgotten but emotions remembered.
My love for her
was forged
in the flames
of pain
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
Lauren Leal
Actions speak louder than words,
You wonder why I'm speechless.
she tasted the dryness of her   blood by mistake.
and she realized that her veins were fake.

she walked towards the red lake.
to commit suicide!
while  she found that the water was flake.

the death was  rusty,
like a rotten big cake
that will never digest
Within the body of snake

That settled in her nightmare
And keeps her terror awake.
I love you so much,
I'll hug you a bunch,
lets have a lunch
and lets talk about how we see the future,
laughing, smiling, giggling.
i want to do that all, with you.
i love you
So much to say,
So few people to truly listen.
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.
Andrew Gomez
I'm sorry that I wanted to be with you...
I'm sorry that I'm not like your exes...
I'm sorry I wanted to be better than that...
I'm sorry that I show so much emotion...
I'm sorry that I fell for you...
I'm sorry that I ask all these questions...
I'm sorry I couldn't be the person you wanted me to be...
I'm sorry that you feel the way you do...
I'm sorry for ending this journey...
I'm sorry for ending your suffering...
I'm sorry for ending your pain...
I'm sorry I couldn't be in your future...
I'm sorry I was in your present...
I'm sorry that I even exist...
I'm sorry because you wanted me to be...
I'm sorry because I loved you...
I'm sorry because I cared for you...
I'm sorry I did right by you...
I'm sorry I caught feelings for you...
I'm sorry I'm not enough for you...
I'm sorry I want attention all the time...
I'm sorry you met my family...
I'm sorry that you slept in the same bed with me...
I'm sorry we shared memories with each other...
If I could take it all back I would...
I'm sorry I met you...
I'm sorry I was less of a person...
I'm sorry I treated you right...
I'm sorry I helped you...
I'm sorry I pushed you..
I'm sorry I wanted you to do better...
I'm sorry I wanted to see you succeed...
I'm sorry for all the promises I made...
I'm sorry for just being me...
I'm sorry we won't be together...
I'm sorry we won't make any more memories...
I'm sorry that I took my life...
I'm sorry...
Alex Smith
My mistake
Was loving you too hard.
My regret
Was never telling you
That I needed love back.
i lived in paris for 6 months
one year later and im back for 2 weeks
im sitting in this cafe
im watching parisians go by
im watching americans look at me like im a parisian
im feeling weirdly validated by that
im eating a galette
im drinking my grande creme
im reading my book
im looking at the architecture on the buildings across the street
im thinking about how lucky i am to be here

and all i want is kraft mac and cheese.
oui chuis trés déprimée mdr can you tell?
aussi, même si je fait des erreurs quelquefois, mon français c est un peu mieux que le dernier fois que j'ai habité lá (en france).
michael cera
i dont care about your hair,
i see careless and restless,
each lie in your eyes,
you can't see in yourself.
skin is easy to tear,
where is your heart at?

it's easy to love,
leniently leaning towards each soul.
last longer than years,
then you can dress me impressed.

loving you,
love myself less,
falling into negatives,
every heart needs a rest.

sleep by yourself,
lower your dress,
pour love in intent,
keep a promise you meant.
she said hello
he said he had to go
six months later
she became a waiter
and he came home just to visit
but she didn't know
she waited for him
and he waited for her
he looked for her
but did not find what his heart yearned for
she went to so his mother
she was surprised
when she saw him
and they had a happily ever after love story
i could really use a little love story of my own right now that would be great
First they say
that you are too young
and not to rush
you have time
its too early

And then they say
that you are too old
and not to try
its not worth the effort anymore
its too late

In between their seasons, there is nothing.
There is nothing, except lies.

Don't listen
Don't settle
You know
They don't

Don't listen
Don't settle
They are afraid
You are not

Lil Lalo
You asked
What is the scariest part?

I answer
The scariest part
is not the feeling of loneliness
or the darkness that fills you
despite the looming pain
of emptiness

The scariest part
is the realization  
that you have lost yourself
sinking in as you lay awake
at 2 AM
because you lost the ability to sleep
and you can't even cry
because you don't even care
           I could be an athlete
           I'd win the marathon with
           Running away
                     - from all of my problems.
Remember when I felt like my world was


Bleeding out with every breath?


Is indescribably delicate.

This is not a painting.

This is the canvas.

The frame of my world.

It is ripping.

It is burning.

It is gone.

And the worst part is.

I threw it into the flames myself.
You take everything good in me
Heart that I polish for you
Take step after step away from me
Towards a door
Hoping you won't go through

I know I may not ever get you back
Pain has gone and opened my eyes
I still look for you everywhere
Find nothing
To no surprise
Written 11-3-12
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