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Please go away
My eyes are heavy
My thoughts are loud
I’d give anything to shut you out
Leave me be
Set me free
So I can find
My sanity
I can't write when I want to
Only when I need to
You called yourself a failure because you chipped a finger nail.
That’s when I knew I needed so much more than you;
and you needed so much less of me.
Shah Ahmed Farouq
I remember someone said
Words don't come easy
But words are all in my head
Though it is hard for me to say it
I have exchange words before
It was surprisingly easy
But when it came to you
My tongue is tied
I'm lost for words
Now I understand why
Words don't come easy
Especially saying it to a person you love
Will you just say goodbye
then walk away?
Or will I hear I love yous
almost every day
because you chose to stay?
my grip is slipping,
and falling scares me.
my world is fading away.

                          ­     p

writing was an escape but even now words slip off the paper like tear drops.
why does it have to be like this?
sandra wyllie
are farsighted? I’m splitting in two
in front of them, and still I can’t get
their attention. They walk over me like
I’m fallen leaves. I feel so used. I beg and

I plead for some relief. But they think it’s
my usual drama. So, I wear my steely armor
and smile. I’m not fooling anyone, least of all
myself. So, I hide in a bottle like a ship. And just like

the ship I can’t get out of the narrow
mouth. And there’s a cork at the head that won’t let
anything in. So, here I’m all alone by myself, which is
something I’m used to. And now since I’m split at the bow
I’ve no masts but two hulls.
We are all the shades of the rainbow they couldn't see when the sun was out. The perfectly mixed pallet, bursting with purples and pinks pouring out positivity; permeating love.

Beneath the sea
& onto my head,
I promise you to be
The Glorious Sunshine ever.
As the days go by I am grateful to be by your side,
The many ups and downs we share only makes us stronger.
When we lie in bed together with your arms around me, I feel the safest.
I can let go of all my worries, fears and doubts.

I am your queen and you are my king until the ends of time.
My dreams are part of yours, my amputations are yours.

When life throws us obstacles we over come them. When we stand hand in hand nothing can stop us.
My heart is yours deom now until the end of time
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.
this is definitely,
not right for me...
even if sometimes,
I want it to be.
it might be true,
that this is what's easy,
but I feel so hollow:
I feel empty.
I can hear your voice,
you sound so giddy.
your elation points out,
my misery.

when i lay down,
i don't think of you,
i think of him:

and i am sorry.
ok okay
I wish winter could stay a little longer
And my dreams could last forever
Thoughts are better left in the past
Just like any other pain
Reality has become a loose connection
My mind tells me stories in the calming rain
Life is torture if you think it is
And I can't think any other way
e l l
how will i ever
lead a beautiful life
if i am preoccupied
with the idea
that i am not
She wait for the person, second by second,
She was to see them, and check in.

She got all dressed,
And got made to look best.

Though she waited and waited,
She got tired and stated;

"A table for one, please."
As she felt the tease.
Xaela San
I'm not "smart" like them.

I'm not "bright" as them.

I'm not "confident" like them.

I'm not "beautiful" as them.

I'm not "someone" like them.

Can you just accept that?

I don't like crying myself anymore

-Said myself in the mirror.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
i am now awakened

my dreams have begun to lack anything resembling a narrative,
replaced with convoluted geometrical imaginings;
of points connecting to make segments
connecting to make squares
connecting to make cubes
connecting to make hypercubici
and so on
and so on
ad infinità
ad nauseam
ad opachi dimensione sette volte sette

this did not happen overnight;
first there was a mutation to dalìesque landscapes
populated by buñuellian characters.

the only character now that pops up now and then
is a stick-man whose arms and legs
and sometimes his head
expand and contract
from the gargantuan to the infinitesimal.

are dream the psyche's way of working out
the traumas in our waking lives,
as many have claimed?

hmm... if this is so
i may be getting very
well-adjusted, or maybe
my geometrical-shaped
dreams make naked that
i may lack a life at all.

i miss my simple dreams of you.
maybe just an excuse to use a bunch of special characters to feel special, lol.

the cranberries - dreams
i have never written for anyone
i write for myself
so when i gifted poems to you
know it wasn’t just poems my dear
it was my heart
I had coffee and a cigarette for breakfast
So yeah I'm doing fine
I've become good at taking weight off of other peoples shoulders
Searching for happiness in everything
I can only pour so much
Of myself into you
You say I'm half empty
I say I'm half full

It's hard to stay gentle
When you've been so cruel
I say I'm in love
You say I'm a fool
she waits until the door closes,
and pauses,
and listens,
while her hands grip the bathroom counter,
white like the first blizzard of a snowy December,
and hawklike she listens,
for the slightest creak of the floorboards,
for a stifled hum or a muffled footstep,
and when she hears no one,
her face begins to break,
like a piece of china crashing to the ground in slow motion,
and with one shuddering breath,
she allows herself to fall to pieces.
Nimrod kiptoo
If it were real,  it'd never be over
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.
It’s the kind of sadness where your rib cage
And twists and

Depression doesn’t float through my veins
It crawls through my bones, with dagger hands
And winding movements.

I cannot breathe.

And yet there was nothing taken from me.
But then again you took everything all at once the moment you looked in my eyes, covered my mouth and forced me down.

I don’t know why your smell still lingers in my every thought.

I’m not scared anymore.
Painting with a twist
Paint me with your kiss
Stroke me with your brush
Stroke me till I blush

Oil me in your pastels

Your lavenders soothes me
Hang me on your wall

Until you’re ready to use me...
when you spin
the world spins too
a swirly mess of colors and hues
vibrant blues and greens that dance across a stage
long silk ribbons of blonde hair cry out from their cage
yellow pearls sprinkled on a green blurry mass
“slow down” screams the landscape
“can’t” you laugh “ I’m going too fast!”
I don’t know what this is:)
I believe in Magic.
Not the dream come true kind but the gathering
I know it’s just some stupid card game
But when you don’t know how to make friends
Maybe a little magic will help.
Plus Magic is all I have left of you
Ruth Nadler-Nir
Tend to me
Like a thirsty garden once forgotten
Sing to me
Like a crying infant, pure and innocent
Hug me
Like an old friend years after
Look at me
Like an abstract painting, more complex with each glance
Touch me
Like the the cold steel strings of your guitar
Love me
Like you did before
I poem I wrote early last year while thinking about with my ongoing need for co-dependence
michael cera
watch it rise to your nose,
feelings tossed in your sea,
do you have self-control,
as you come after me?
will you tear me apart,
am i flesh you can use?
damaged goods in her eyes,
i can handle abuse.
kept your teeth on my lips,
while you opened your eyes,
i will keep mine both shut,
while i feel my blood rise.
Dennis Willis
I'm full of inkles
and spitz
and the neighborhood
are having ruzberry

They teng
and they weng
on the bridge
of oh-seng
and just past the cardon
we all go ba

it bangs
and it clangs
when your zing
rangs a zang
an' oh uh lo
mo blankling
and crankling
we go
Kora Sani
i anchor
to the back
of your mind
you wish
me away
but here
i still linger
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
You tend to me
in a way
no one else has before,
letting me grow
Do you need me?
Or do you need someone?
There is a difference...
all my life
i've been preparing faces
to meet the faces that
i've met

the man who delivers newspapers
at our doorstep each morning

i've laughed at their silly jokes
as they tossed their heads from side to side
in naive stupidity and their sheer ignorance
a pompous lot, the human race i tell you

i've acknowledged their staunch morals
and tried to make them my own
as they scorned at the girl in a skimpy dress
and chewed on mutton bones gluttonously

all my life, i've been trying hard
to blend in
with people who've shown me
that i don't belong with them

and tonight when i shed gallons of tears
i have only my bed and pillow to share
i've learnt that my sadness
is my very own
just a sad girl writing to survive
the one with messy brown hair
brown eyes
with you birthmark over the left side of your face.
You who left me crying.
You who made me believe in love for the first time.
You who stole my first kiss
first time

with your straight blonde hair
blue eyes
and that stupid smirk
You who left me broken
You who showed me a new way of living
You who left me being second choice
second best

with your dark blonde hair
hazel eyes
you with your beautiful hands
You who left me angry
You who showed me a different way of love
You who went with me on my third concert
third love

with your curly brown hair
hazel eyes
with your cute braces you never liked
You who left me questioning
You who showed how hard love can be
You who decided I wasn´t worth it
You never happend
We never did.

with wavy dark brown hair
hazel eyes
with freckels on my face

I who loved everyone of you
but still couldnt forget you,
number two

I who loved everyone of you
but you left me wanting more,
number four

I who loved everyone of you
was being loved.
but not anymore.
Usally I write my poems on paper first, and then I will reread them and think about them, may make some changes and then upload them here. But in this very second I am just so full of emotion that I want to write and I want it to be honest so no rereading or correcting. Just me.
got to eat them as they darken
reddened ruby to black constant opal
berries will rot quickly if you don’t
or they’ll taste real gooey and wierdy
if you let the drupelets’ colors get
unsynchronized like summer and fall

...why am i telling you this?
because i learned that the hard way
and the days go away in the gleam
heavy showers and peak-a-boo sun
the east barely bracing for the storm
and the sweetness decaying like the leaves
o this is so sad, alexa play despacito

Daily #3 baybeeeeee how tf does this website work
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.
the good ole days are here and now
the setting of our future nostalgia
and happy reminiscence

live life without looking back
so that one day
it’s worth turning around for
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