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it dosent take a lot to say that i love you
the words are only three that is just a few
it can me so much when its said out loud
bring you happines make you feel so proud

makes feel secure knowing love is there
just these little words shows you really care
not a lot say words are only three
happy ever after you will always be.

say them everday then they know its true
say from the heart there inside of you
it can me so much when its said out loud
bring you happines make you feel so proud
The Dybbuk
"I'm sorry," I remembered saying.
"I'm having a hard time with words right now."
My brother nods his head,
unsurprised and worried.
"I'm going to go get another drink," he says,
and I understand that much,
before words lose all meaning
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I need to die
But will you notice?
I grew up in the same place as Billy the Kid--
Grew up the same place and the same way, too.
All coyote-wild, howling, snarling, fighting
in the dirt and in the ditches of the desert.

I used to touch the walls of his mother's house and smell
the same air that he smelled, and when I touched the
smooth stones of a rock, pit-deep in the sand, I thought:
Did he touch this, too?

Did he know this, too?
Did he know what I know, the fear I know--
I told myself no, probably not, but I figured
that he fought for something and I'm fighting too.

Coyote-mad and coyote-*****, paws in the sand
and teeth bared wide in the sun. Hot and dry.
When my papa would run his hands down my face
I would think:

One day I'll **** you, and I'll run away,
and Billy's ghost will meet me at his mother's doorstep
and take me away to where the mountains of the West
meet the wilderness of freedom.
(September 17 or November 23, 1859 – July 14, 1881)
thinking in single digits is easy because i know what it adds up to,
every day is the same shade of grey
but you give me a million different numbers and a brand new set of colors
thanks for changing the way i see everything
What's the purpose of writing a thousand poems
When all I want to say was just these two words,
I'm tired--
Johnny walker
Many times I've laid here on bed my pillows wet from tears that are falling down my
Bitter tears of sadness are
falling on my pillows tears that never seem to dry
no matter
For when you've loved as I have loved In life you will know just exactly what I mean
For the tears that you cry that never seem to dry for the love I have for Helen has never
Can I touch
your tear?
I want to feel
what was inside you

Can I taste
your tear?
I want to know
what it feels like inside me
Quinn Adaire
I feel like everything
I say
Is held against me.

I wonder
Why you wonder
I don’t say anything

I can’t
Tell you anything
Is it okay to feel this way towards your own mom?
Walter W Hoelbling
I played with words
much like I fed the birds

    one morsel here
          another there

then suddenly became aware

they pulled together
     and made sense

have been a player ever since
I always thought we were the perfect match.
But matches are meant
                                   to ignite
                                         and burn out.
Jason James
I don't need to eat
I tell myself.
I spent all my money on drugs and tobacco
I'm broke
And have nothing left for food.
I have a tin of stale Christmas cookies,
A small bag of gingerbread men,
a bag of cashews with dried cranberries and banana chips,
And a few plane lasagna noodles left in the box.
If I ration it right I can eat one small meal a day for four days,
I must drink plenty of water.
I will be fasting for poverty and bad decisions this week.
Normally I leave myself enough to eat.
Unknown stranger
Let's tear her clothes
She is a doll , she says nothing,
Okay, she is fine.
Let's scratch her body
She says nothing,
Okay, she is fine.
Now let's cut her hair,
She don't feel
She don't cry ,
Okay, she is fine.
And our fun is over!
Now let's burn her
She says nothing,
Okay, she is fine,
She still smile.
Fake Leprechaun
The walls vibrate to the beats of your heart.
Creating impenetrable barricades.
I cannot leave without playing my part.
Walking on the light stuck in your shade.
Lily Barrett
I’ve been told I have walls,
That aren’t too easy to break,
They’ve been up for so long,
That my smile is entirely fake.
They’re made of unshed tears and a broken soul,
Of emotions that have taken their costly toll.
Tear them down if you feel you must,
But it takes too much to gain my trust
Strip me down to every pebble and stone,
Shatter me like a mirror and break me to the bone,
But don’t you see you’ve already lost,
For even my walls have a cost.
My friends say that I keep too much of it inside...I'm working on it guys I promise
A universe so black and scarce of light, Might it be that light gleams in the immortality of

I'm trying to return, but
1) Creativity is missing
2) I can't even get to hello, like I can't even log in... Is there something wrong? I really find is scary because all my poems are on this site...

Hopefully somebody can tell me what's up.

Michael Smit
I always overthink
Leaving permanent ink
One thought
Next another
Each and every other
The constant annoying utter
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
Georgie Pellow
You told me that
If she makes you want to write poetry
She's special

Does that make you special?
Because you make me want to write poetry

It's difficult
I lost my tears in this fight,
Our love has disappeared like the morning light,
If I love again I will die of heartbreak,
I can see you when I close my eyes,
I can’t sleep, only agonize,
I wipe my tears with my sleeve,
Because I do not want you to leave,
Goodbye my love,
I cry with no reason to think of,
You have a certain magnetism
I can't define it
I see your north and it's pointing
at my direction

I have never been this close to
falling in and out of love
within days
my heart is a stranger

I write songs to lull me to sleep
I envy the words that keep me sane
Hearing your heart beating to my voice
was all I wanted
not until yesterday

I have never been this close to you
not until yesterday you are all I want
I have never been this close to
falling in and out of love
within days

my heart is a stranger
my head is in a daze
it's raining while you're away
it's raining every day
heart is                                                  
A LANTERN                                              
Inside, lives a                                              
♡         ­                                       
e                   ­                 
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            ­                                              
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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 ***
Pilar Orozco
Turns out
I’m nothing
To anyone I want to matter to
John Greenall

Bliss in white powdered substance,
Sustenance for my arm and my soul,
Dreamy ambivalence
Staring at my pale white skin.,
The works, a Nymph,
Hot, moist and willing,
Penetrative to skin and vein
A warming embrace from  a perceived ugliness,
Tie off, plunge down and drop out.
Where oh where has my confidence gone
Self worth absent
Peace of mind is hardest to find
Compare and contrast
Quite the blast

Blast to my security
The one inside of me
These consistent kicks tc confidence
Needs to STOP hindering my thought process
DROP the ego, give it a rest
And ROLL in The Red Carpet and jewels

For the Self-Worth Gala
As it begins
So I too may begin
To win from within
Susan N Aassahde
bedlam antelope smoke
medallion flick
coal tourist pocket
when a heart broken
pours out all
her feelings and
translates them onto
words. something
beautiful gets created.
appreciated by many but
never the one
she's always written her
heart out for.
You are not perfect

Just real

I'm not staying,
it's my blame.
I'll leave the innocent;
I'm not the same.
I've got blood on my hands.
Pressure to understand.
You're right.
You've always been.
I tend to forget.
I won't bother you,
still my existence bothers me.
My mind smothers me.
The nights scare me;
comfort is scarce.
The dark makes things worse,
and this silence hurts.
It can be so loud,
the noise of nothing.
The sounds of your thoughts,
utterly isolated.
I love y'all;
but I don't love me.
I can't live up to what you all think of me-
all feedback is welcome and appreciated!
that tattoo in the finger " you wish"
brenda c
all the roses win
the lavender gets no way in
you dimmed the lights
closed your eyes
and so did i.

still felt the weight
and all the pain
when you left marks on my thighs.

i just laid there
weren’t you aware
that i didn’t want to die?

though out of sight
out of mind
you heard me cry.
it doesn't end here
it will never end there
it continues to flow, it subsides it does
but it doesn't stop
For those who think that tonight is already the end of the line, don't. You still have another race to finish tomorrow. So long, Champion.
Do you ever think
of a poem
that's amazing

and you're sure you'll remember
to write it down

but you won't
This is kind of my mood right now.
i wonder if you like
video games
or is breaking my heart
the only game you like to play?
you're an endless sunshine
The one darkness cant
have control of
#Sunshine #Poetry #Girl #Love
Grey skies , leafless trees
A moment of quietness
Remembering Spring

Loving Nature As Always x
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
Lamar Cole
Kobe Bryant is with us no more.
The good do die young sometimes, that's for sure.
He was a basketball hero in LA.
He always played the game hard, that was his way.
An NBA legend he will forever be.
Always an inspiration to people like you and me.
you get one day to cry
but tomorrow
it’s time to fix your crown
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