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The daily upset
The nightly unrest

A muse abused

Regret set in stone I feel alone..
I can't feel me as reopened are my wounds

Life in shambles I tread high waters through kindness' brambles, its hate from fate, its love from hate, its truth I can't debate..

A muse abused aptly used..

Taking solace in this night..
To survive the daily heart-hurt fight..
Stephen James
the words of silence write themselves
the deeper into darkness
we forge
the brighter this spark is
a poem
Dear Agony,
Please end my misery.
All my life, I've been fighting
this faceless enemy.
I just want to rest and
be happy.
one mans hell
is another‘s heaven
Mike Hauser
in this rest and relax
the little time that we have
emoting life in a forward move
monday comes one day too soon

with clear memories kept
spilling harshly from our laps
far too fast to catch what we lose
monday comes one day too soon

grabbing at the last days straw
not wanting to let one iota go
from what we'd done to the planned to do
monday comes one day too soon

weekend time is the fastest of rides
minutes wave to seconds pulled out by the tide
no control on the speed that it moves
monday comes one day too soon
Grocery Store Girl
Jesus was an emo
A "poem" every day
Her mind was far enough away
From the world so that its imagination,
Insouciance, infatuation, and wonder were still
Thriving, and the placid palace invited strangers-
Partly because they believed if the World came back
It would take only their bodies;
Partly because the mind seemed
A haven of safety and life,
And the mind’s beautifully ordained imagination,
With its irrational ideas and absolute safety,
Were very inviting, extraordinary, comforting;
And also partly (according to the girl)
Because of the compelling,
Insatiable need to hide within oneself.
find me on tumblr: ratboyrohan
Infamous one
From youth to elderly
From wide awake to always tired
Flexible joints now cracks and pops
Dark hair turns white with some grays
Late nights with the night owl
Now an early bird rising with the sun shine
Christina Lynn
Dont get too high
Cause then in the end, you end up falling, and then die

It feels good for a small moment to be up in the sky
But then you feel guilty... and wish to make it right
It hurts to fall from such a high place
P-Rőşĕ Pôę
i've only;

one tongue
one heart
one ear
one eye
one hand
for love.

infatuation is not love.

it's a crutch for lust.

mi amor,
my love for you will never rust.

you are one.

i'll let the others have the many and ill trust.

you mi amor,
are second to none.

i'm yours until i indeed,
turn to dust.
The moments we share....
To show we care....
Come with a price....
So much at stake....
So less to take.....
But the golden time....
Is worth the bait.....
To reach the state....
To open that gate.....
With all your memories.....
Some happy some sad....
Some good some bad.....
With the ultimate prize.....
As ur laughter......
Bundled in with ur cuteness....
It feels like heaven....
If that is given....
I will try and try.....
Even If it makes me
Cry and cry......
Because the bar is risen....
A gold is given....
Which is ur smile....
And it feels.....
The infinite wait.....
Was worth......
Even if it was.....
For a while......
Love, wait, moments
A wolf in sheeps clothing, a bully at heart

No friends to speak of, a man apart

A bully by nature , a narcissist at best

He takes on the weakest, and that I detest

For bullies are cowards, pathetic and weak,

Enforcing their power and making life bleak

As their victims suffer and lose thier esteem

The bully continues to fulfil his dream

Control of the weakest is what he does best

But even the victim is sometimes blessed

The fight back begins as they shun the demand

And the bully steps back as he loses command

The bully exposed, he tries to defend
But no one listens, he has come to his end.
Like a magical night
when everything goes right

And he gets what you mean
you say "This is the Joint!"

When he laughs cuz you're funny
and your jokes are on point

When he asks for your number
and you give it out wrong

When the movement is Music
and you both know the song

When you dare not to care
so you're free to be you

Now he's feeling your vibe
and you're feeling it too

It's a night to remember
but never repeat

Cuz it was what it was
In that hot summer heat
If I were not here
Thinking of you
I would be somewhere else
Thinking of you
I've got blisters on my fingers
from trying to write you out of this song
I literally do.
silent library
those unspoken words on shelves
I ache to voice them
Bleach you out.
Shave it all off.
I wish you were gone.
My hair,
A prised possession.
Your love,
Another dimension.
Don't forget me,
Midnight Rain
the memory of your
presence is felt like an earth//quake

as if my soul has everted,
my heart has been torn...

every wave of emotion
is felt like the first time.

i become a spineless,

curling into myself
and crying out the storm
that has lived within me

your presence is missed like
cold rain in summer,

like a scarlet fire drawn in the
center of winter,

and when Autumn
leaves fall like teardrops
from trees,

darling, you are missed
like a heartbeat falling from a

and i shatter myself every day
from the earth//quakes your memory gave


you... are missed
most ardently...

you are the life within me now
and i cannot seep you out from
myself without
uprooting everything beautiful
you grew in me.
As soon as
the music plays
the soldiers stand up and dance
Some play the banjo
Some sing songs
Even though it's war time
they feel like peace
Even when the enemy
set fire to their camp
they were still dancing
Cause as long as the music plays
they're in peace.
is both
a force for good
and a source of illusion
Putting you in another realm
deep inside your mind
Blinding your eyes
to reality
Are you free?
Kate Copeland
Of all the things I could have
but I haven't

taken for granted

Vying in any way

I was just caught up
in that racing mind
of mine

I was just caught up
in that double standard
of yours

Civilised in any way

An excellent double role
which didn't seem
entirely adequate

to me. In the end.

Silent and colder.
Mitch Prax
I want the atmosphere
to be filled
by your grace
but not always
am I able
to see you.
The inevitability of growing older breathes louder at night.

Creeps in faster during the hours of the am, and smothers you until you slowly dream of a life you’ll never have.

Wake up and repeat.

You’ll never be younger than what you are today they say and that worries you more than it did yesterday, but this is only the beginning from now until the rest of your days.

You remember that line forever.

Life doesn’t get better, it just gets more adjustable.
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
In the end it won’t matter
In the end nothing will
For in the end there will be no more
Everything will be over
For that is the end
Raj Bhandari
No one, gets, any rest,
this life is an acid test!
There are some things you shouldn't do.
Like give your time to people who don't really love you.
Don't do drugs but do them if you like them.
Ashari Ty
i see my empty cup of soda
it's meant to be trash anyway.
i'm tired.
Alex Gifford
It's that moment
when the pieces
of the puzzle
all combine.

And you see a
glorious picture
that you doubted
that you'd find.

And then after
when the pieces
are inspected
each with care.

You see purpose
and see meaning
each too valuable
to spare.
This came to me all at once. It's an attempt to describe the feeling of your mind being blown when everything lines up and finally makes sense.
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.
Two and a half years full of lies and despair
Worrying for no reason and pulling out my hair
30 months of heartbreak and pain
It was all a facade, with nothing to gain
I'm tired of all of this
I just want out
My life is a hell and I'm married to the devil
Em MacKenzie
If live gives you lemons
just be thankful it’s not a lime,
and when squeezing it
avoid getting the juice in your eye this time.
sandra wyllie
like the autumn leaves. We can
change colors as we grow
older. I’ll be red because I’m

bolder. You can be yellow as a
sunflower. We can reinvent ourselves -
become butterflies and flutter across

the open skies. We can boil ourselves
down to an intense reduction
concentrating our flavors. We can

put on a new coat as if we’re
fresh paint. Or if we’d like
be transparent as a stain.  Or become

a waterfall after it rains. The beautiful thing is
we never have to stay the same.
Coraline Hatter
it's always "almost"
Katja Pullinen
Gentle people.
Gentle days.
  Gentle world around me.
   Gentle sun rise up at the gentle morning.
     I need gentleness. I need so much gentleness.
       Gentle flowers.
                 Gentle dreams.
                       Gentle cats and dogs and breeze..
is gentle.
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.
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
Justin Aptaker
like koans
halting in their tracks
your logical thought
processes like a train, black and long
when it runs in a padded room
small, silent, white
Written ca. 2006
we often like to convince ourselves
love can conquer all

love is medicine
love is the answer

love is a hello
and goodbye

we like to convince ourselves
love is enough

it's a lie

love is alive
it dies
purple heart
anytime someone praises the qualities i own,
i feel like a trickster.
a master of deception
a queen of lies
a doomed being
that doesn't deserves anything

just criticism
is what feels fine.
am i sick?
do i need treatment?
do i need to be locked up in a cage?
do i?

please say i do.
cause that seems just alright.
cause i just feel unhappy about everything.
Henry Bladon
What would happen if the moon leaked?
Would there be a luminous canal
that flowed with moon milk?
Would we be able to bathe in
a shimmering pool of silver?
My heart once belonged
But was thrown around an broken

It belonged to someone
whom I believed to be THE one

But that belief has been betrayed
By lies and empty promises stained

I am on the rough path of recovery
But I get held back by the memories

Oh I wish I could turn back time
and maybe, just maybe,
give us one more try
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