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Ryan O'Leary
I just wrote what I think
is the best HAIKU I ever
composed, yet, it came
back with an attachment
stating that the Irish IQ
association's filter system
thinks this is Junk Mail.
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.
Kelsey McIntyre
A mental illness does not define who you are
But it is apart of you

The days when you feel like it will finally be okay
Darkness sneaks back in and takes your wrist in a chain

Not all people feel this pain of feeling different
But maybe that’s what makes someone

Because sometimes the darkest and scariest minds
Can be the most beautiful places to get lost in
Beautifully Broken
Society does not allow
us to ardently express
our love for one another
and the power It holds
is society's
welcome mat
I am not the tallest
Not the strongest
Im not the best looking
My eyes aren't alluring

I am a chivalrous knight
A servant of your light
Im your true lover
A heart like no other

I may not say the right thing
Not what your friends would bring
I'm not the smoothest
Far from the coolest

My love for you is truly the best
I give you my all nothing less
For you id fight any wars
What i am is all yours
sorry to say
but some of your poems
aren't poems
this is not a poem / why was this trending ?? oh my..
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
This empty feeling
Of pouring misery in moon’s cup
Each night
Gaslighting myself with ‘love’

The rope I was holding onto
Turned out to be just a thread
A trap for my conscience
To fall over my head

Slender, shaking legs
Walking fearfully to shut the window
Starving for light
Tucked my head in the same cold pillow

I am too young to give up
Too old to carry the weight
Too scared of death
Too weak in the hands of fate

I feel like falling deeper
Each step, deeper than before
Smiling to dodge reality
Why do I keep wanting more?
Katja Pullinen
The worst thing is when a person keeps you in limbo.
Not saying no, no yes.
Or says yes and then says that changed mind and says no, playing with feelings.
It's cruel.
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.
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
There: just under the surface,
I can see your truth seeping through,
I can hear the agony shattering your voice,
I can feel the tremor in your body.
Like a torrent of ice, you freeze.
For a second.
For a moment.
You know the truth is laid bare.
Needles and thread used to bind, used to hide.
There: just under the surface- nothing.
you get one day to cry
but tomorrow
it’s time to fix your crown
Like a flower
                      I bloom
                                    then I die

Tears drop at midnight
I live til the end of days
The stars watched amazed
Blood on my hands
Dirt on my face

I have seen heavens
In cheap love and
Chain smoking expensive
Let me call you black magic
And only to thy Lord
I’ll admit
Maybe sometimes
I am the bad guy

Leave the ordinary behind
Leave the sterile good byes
That lay in my eyes
My eyes my eyes
That flutter shut
Lost in the big sky
Fulfillment of logistics
Made you a false witness
Sick with the fear
New perceptions
of reality
When I look in
a mirror
im not shameless
im just hurt

trying to be happy
getting worse

cant stop crying
my eyes hurt

love you deeply
even if you hurt me

i know how i feel

nothing i want
is realistic

i guess thats life

love and satisfaction

sorrow and torment

nowhere to go
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.
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
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
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
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            ­                                              
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 ***
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

Ashlyn Rimsky
you are always gone
as soon as you come

you are breath
the first and the last

in and out
rise and fall

try as i may
i cannot hold you

so i learn to love you
as you are
i actually wrote this a month ago and found it in my notes.. i dont remember what the context was, but i kind of love that. its cool to forget a piece and be able to read it as an outsider. its funny because i feel like it applies to a lot of very different aspects of my life.
Apekshya Basnet
It’s time,
The universe’s entropy is increasing,
and my lifespan is decreasing,
so without a fear,
I jump, till the perhaps is no longer here.
stefan badham
throw your arms
around me
throw your arms
and your charms
around my neck
and if I get stiff
what the heck
throw me off a cliff
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
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
This is my 500th poem here.
I really am a hopeless romantic.
A poem every day
Joseph C Ogbonna
Weep not Nigeria,
for justice is in the offing.
Weep not Nigeria,
for your cries resonate and ring.
Weep not Nigeria,
It's time for your African spring.
Weep not Nigeria,
none shall usurp your role as king.
Weep not Nigeria,
for soon in ecstasy you'll sing.
Weep not Nigeria,
for to towering heights you'll cling.
Weep not Nigeria,
and soar atop the eagle's wing.
Weep not Nigeria,
it's time to sing the ding **** song.
Weep not Nigeria,
for your misery will not be long.
Weep not Nigeria,
for you are numbered with the strong.
A sincere wish for my beleaguered motherland
In secret,
We tolerate the pain,
Smile about whilst suffering,
We gulp and chug it down,
Until we sputter,
Harshitha Girish
She threw her shield away
So that she could own a sword.
One hand on her crown and another on the sword.
I picked up
And placed her
       In a bag of noise

I almost forgot
       About her

Till I heard her crying
Sometimes you will
meet someone with
whom you instantly

Your souls appear
to have known
each other for
some time

The world becomes
magical and you
feel like you are
walking on clouds

There is not one
ounce of rain
in sight
The sun is glowing
in your heart

You've grown
wings overnight
and everything in
that moment ...
seems possible

Lauren Leal
Actions speak louder than words,
You wonder why I'm speechless.
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.
Kelly McManus
Be open minded
makes things so much easier
to implant a chip

                   Kelly McManus
So much to say,
So few people to truly listen.
Alex Smith
My mistake
Was loving you too hard.
My regret
Was never telling you
That I needed love back.
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.
           I could be an athlete
           I'd win the marathon with
           Running away
                     - from all of my problems.
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
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