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Its the days when you don’t cry,
But you don’t smile either.

It’s the days when you’re quieter than usual,
And people notice.

It’s the days when you aren’t quite thinking about anything.

But if someone asked you what was wrong,
You wouldn’t know where to start.
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
I am in a living hell
No release, no reprive
No way forward
They say its like death, that I am grieving
But if it was death it'd be final
There would be no hoping and praying
But I am always going to be in limbo
Praying for a change of heart
My own private HELL!
i dont care most of the time
what people think
but words can hurt
and so can the not-words
it's the things people don't say to me
that hurt the most
i feel like a hood-rat
a problem kid
a pervert
***** boy
i feel like i really am a bully
a monster somedays
i dont mind the bad reputation
but i wonder what i did
to derserve
all of the things people don't know about me
Bill Johnston
Too much Youtube,
Too much cable,
too much Facebook,
and too many RPGs,
with snacks on one side
and too much to drink
on the other,
and I'm
Erin Elane Spiller
The earth shakes and breaks
My reality now shattering
Falling down into great lakes
A new earth
No more stressful headaches
So happy to escape
Why face what's real
When I have something better
My suffering feels like
I'm in a wasteland
searching for shelter
in acid rain.
Every step hurts,
but I'd run a hundred miles
if it was for you.
melanie jackson
cruelty comes in many
this was the first lesson
that you ever taught me
your eyes looked so kind
you acted so nicely
but that's what confused me
because if you acted so
than what were you hiding
i try to understand you
but don't get how a person
be such a good liar
it was almost like
you were a master at
Qualyxian Quest
We disappear forever
Like we were never even born

Thrown into this world
Then from this world we're torn

Alone here in this little room
Hopeless and forlorn

Grey the coming day
Her bitterness and scorn

I tried to do my best
But no one listened when I
i think its so unfair that you read what i wrote. you saw me say i love you online, but not to your face. don't act like they're the same.
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.)
you get one day to cry
but tomorrow
it’s time to fix your crown
Our history, present and future
Moments we forget to moments we remember
Living or existing time picks no side
At morning or at night no pause
Moments of emotions in seasons of recurrence
Revealed or concealed the cycle continues
From Birth to death and after.
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
You were always so
Uncertain about us
While I saw
The seeds that could
Have been planted.
You can't say goodbye
To flowers that never grew.
All you can do is
Plant new ones
For someone else
Someone certain
They will help
See them bloom.
I will see mine flourish.
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's calm and quiet,
Yet fierce and scarier
than one's fright;
he wrote that:

when she write her poems
she published the fire within my bones

she killed me, with her thrones
when she was fighting the life, with her tones

I lived there, between the groans
when she knew, how to bloom the stones

when she write her poems
I have to try to withheld my moans
heart is                                                  
A LANTERN                                              
Inside, lives a                                              
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                   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
                                           ­                            ♡
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                                                                ­                     n
                                                               ­                   d
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                                   ­                            c
                                                               ­   l
                                                            ­                d
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                       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 ***
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
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.
Erica Girone
Loving her was blue
Each day a different shade
Today feels more like the ocean
While yesterday had a tint of gray
My favorite is at her brightest
Although I’ll take her any way
No matter what her tone is
I still love her just the same
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.
the silent plight of a soul in torment
the soundless plea to the sky
a lighted candle in one hand
the glint of  knife in Your other palm

craving for a touch, a look, a presence
simply wanting to unhide Your tounge
to share a tear, to see a smile
and laugh a toast to a life of fun

Your world is full of darkness
You see petals spiraling on the ground
but if You can wait until tomorrow
I'll buy you coffee brewed in the sun
for those who in their loneliness think of suicide
Don't fret
place your bet
on a horse called death
girl friend
girl                   friend
girl                                                 friend
girl                                                      ­                         friend
girl                                                      ­                                                       friend
Daniel Magner
Last night's fire is all but ash.
Pine needles flutter with the breeze.
At ease in a recliner,
aware of the connection
between all things.
There is certainty in nature,
the promise that everyday holds change:
birth, death, growth, decay,
and yet it all remains the same.
Daniel Magner
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
Mark Wanless
pain is real
misery is optional
peace is absence of conflict
life is a pleasant windstorm
for the lucky few
Lily Barrett
I’m not making sense anymore
Overdramatic and overdone
But no I never won’t run
Dropping parts of me
All over the floor and ground
Yet falling tears don’t make a sound
Careless and out of place
The look of my own face
Staring into my eyes
Suddenly I despise
More than just me
I hate the thing that shows me
double negatives are fun...
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.
Christina O
Awkward at best,
but you didn’t seem to care.
I could fall and stumble,
and you’d be right there.
No questions asked.
Anytime light or dark.
And each time we hugged a warmth filled me that even my IQ couldn’t explain.
When I was faced with the dark,
you were the first to come running.
And when you were down,
I never hesitated.
Like clockwork we were two in the same.
But you found another,
and the stars never quite aligned with the stars in our eyes.  
We weren’t meant to be.
but true.
And though we can’t be one,
we’ll always be two.
There when the going gets tough,
and forever as close as the universe will allow.
You have my back,
and I’ve got yours.
This poem was inspired by one of my all time favorite shows.
i deserve better
than chasing after you
and wondering if someday
my dreams will come true

i deserve better
than looking for a way
there's this pain in my chest
that just won't go away

i deserve better
than waiting for you to notice
the way i stare at you
handing you all these chances

i deserve better
than being taken for granted
time and time again
i am not the one you wanted
John Destalo
just because it’s
in my head

doesn’t mean it
isn’t real

and I thought

the world is

than I imagined
it to be

and when we were

tom told a riddle
that we did not


but we laughed anyway
Johnny walker
Laid on back In a field of gold sunny and beautiful cloudless blue
favourite past time as a kid I would do this laid watching planes over
crossing the beautiful yonder leaving there vapour.In a cloudless  
Lauren Leal
Actions speak louder than words,
You wonder why I'm speechless.
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.
So much to say,
So few people to truly listen.
Naive girl
“Commitment issues” I’d always say

“I don’t want to date” day after day

You knocked down all my walls, you offered to pay

The silence is deafening, you haven’t reached out

Just as I suspected, You are too profound

He’s hard to read, shy but bold too, I often wonder if he’s even got a clue

Be a man, please make a move

Be a man, I don’t know what to do

I want be be swept off my feet, or at least invited to eat

I want to be wowed and cherished, I want to make vows that flourish

I want a white dress and something blue, I want to spend forever dreaming with you
Alex Smith
My mistake
Was loving you too hard.
My regret
Was never telling you
That I needed love back.
sorry to say
but some of your poems
aren't poems
this is not a poem / why was this trending ?? oh my..
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