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she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
Tiger Striped
if we could truly feel love

perhaps we would rise with the dawn

like steam over the lake,

evaporating into the soul-shaken skyline.

our questions would have not

answers, but more questions.

the flames that licked our lips would

fall on flowers and

they'd bloom.

we would plant gardens, seeded with our dreams

and the seconds that split would stretch

to last lifetimes.

we would see the world

in a drop of rain,

folded over in paradoxes and surreal truths.

if we could feel the vast expanse

of time and space

of pain and regret

and if we could love all the same,

it would not be romantic in the least:

romance is heartbreakingly unequal,

and if we could love,

we would love with billions of fragments of

broken hearts, sewn together,

perfectly imperfect,

spitefully ironic and

irrationally equal.
I’ll date
A thousand men
Until I find one
That makes me
Forget you
Luna Kruel
A building toy
A broken piece
An inocent child
trying to rebuild

Only to find
it all tumbled down
Breaking the parts
that once were complete
                  they give and take, right?
             i’ve been seeing more
I’m seeing the pieces fall into place. Finally.
Yazad Tafti
when it comes to my mind
i'll know what to write
but for now i dont
just because
put me under pressure
and i'll sneeze for you
bless you
don't be sick
the end
Fredrick N
I wanted to be her peace but ended up being her hell..
If I were an
long-winged and
I would turn
towards a
three or higher,
and quell my
restless beating
in sky-whipped
fury, in
surge of
grasping, tidal
and if white-feathered
breast met the
waves, sunk
wet and stinking
into dark abyss
then it would
be with release
for World’s
End is less a
than a
letting go.
Raul S
I am sorry.
I say it often,
But what does it accomplish?

It heals not the wounds of the past,
Nor does it prevent transgressions in the future.
It saves not the victim from the pain,
Nor does it save the transgressor the guilt.

So why do I say it?

Because I am scared to lose a person I care for.
Because I know I have done wrong by you.
Because I don’t know what else to say.

But what can I say?

I miss the way we held each other early that Friday morning.
It seems so long ago.
I miss the way we swayed in the dark in the kitchen,
Content to be together.
I miss the feeling of your lips on mine.

But what can I do?

I have tried, truly tried, to find some semblance of this again,
But it’s not the same as it was.
And I know you can see that, too.
Too often these trials only lead to more tribulations.

Why do you stay?
What for?

You hurt,
And I can’t help you.
You cry,
And I can’t comfort you.
You deserve the world,
And I can’t give it to you.

I am sorry.
Don't you ever say
"Someone made my day"
Even simply by their existence
But have you ever thought that
You made someone's day
Maybe the "good morning" I said
Is his last thought today
And he remembers it
And then sleeps peacefully

Even thought I don't even like him
And he loves me
I'm happy that I made him smile
The fact that someone is happy because of me
Makes me glad
And I could see his face changing
From "will she say hi back?"
To a big smile in his eyes.
Arena concerts

7/25/1973 Elvis Presley
7/26/1973 Elvis Presley
4/26/1978 David Bowie
7/13/1978 Steve Martin
something about u
makes everything seem
less heavy
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.)






I will never stop running
with wild horses along the sea
wary of you, the wisteria-
devouring every rotting barn
in search of prey
you knew how much i was hurt in my past
you told me you wouldn't hurt me like they did
you told me you loved me
that i was pretty
that i was kind
that i was  everything
everything to you
i gave you my soul
i opened up to you
i trusted you
i loved you
i fell for you
i laughed with you
i cried with you
i comforted you
i gave you everything
and one day
i ask why are you being so cold?
i ask when did you stop loving me
your reply "now"...i think that truly broke me
just went through a breakup but the relationship was toxic yet i hurt more than he does
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 get one day to cry
but tomorrow
it’s time to fix your crown
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.
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
I remember that heaviness
Laying on my mothers bathroom floor
Hitting no end
I was laying there for hours..
Staring at the ceiling being engulfed in emotion
I have a love/hate for that moment in time
I felt so much of one emotion it was like a drug
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
He treats me like a princess. He makes me feel safe.
Whenever I call his name I know he'll be right there.
He says I'm the prettiest of them all. He says he'd do anything to keep me warm.
I know I can trust him enough to tell him about my darkest parts.
I know he's the one for me. I know  he would never hurt me.
He's literally perfect. In every way shape or form.

But you're the one I love.
You just got that THING in you and I can't get enough of 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.
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 ***
Cynthia Jean
He takes you to the place
of no return
and then
as you step forward
He parts the water.

Cynthia Jean

How I have learned to trust Him...over and over...
Steve Page
Infinity isn't a number
And nor am I.
Listening to mathematicians.
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 two things
I hate the most
Are short poems
And hypocrisy
girl friend
girl                   friend
girl                                                 friend
girl                                                      ­                         friend
girl                                                      ­                                                       friend
poetry means nothing in real life
proclaimed a philistine
forgetting that the idea of nothing
is poetry itself.
poetry means nothing in real life
thats why we do it.
Michael Marro
You with him - hurts my head
You not wanting me - hurts my heart
Your distance from me - hurts my soul
So I stay away - so it won't hurt you
It's bad tonight
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
sorry to say
but some of your poems
aren't poems
this is not a poem / why was this trending ?? oh my..
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.
Rickie Louis
I want to lay next to you
Caressing the constellations upon your skin
Mapping them with my fingertips
Memorizing them as our days come and go
As to never forget
Even as age impedes upon us
And new stars emerge and others fade
I will never stop tracing them
I will always want to learn you
To touch you
To feel you
To lie next to you

Sometimes blue - oppressing, coercing dreams.
Or red - threatening, cautioning tales.
Often amber - dubious, ambiguous notions.
Or grey - obscured, absent, oblivion.

Never green - calling, coaxing, purpose,
Peace of heart, peace of mind,
A piece of Something that feels like Mine,

instead -
the constant struggle of my life, the door of the future stands in front of me, changing every time i blink, someday it will open but for now -
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.
Alex Smith
My mistake
Was loving you too hard.
My regret
Was never telling you
That I needed love back.
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