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i heard a song
and it reminded me of you.

the song ended
and that reminded me of you too.
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
Emmanuel Phakathi
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.
a bitter, broken thing, my heart
relationships so toxic they nearly annihilate you
love that isn't never was never will be, a ceremonious validation of what has already been shown to you.
lavender coloured bedrooms painted over with egg-shell white paint
a sign for you to move on, too?
healing so hindered that you question if you find it, or does it find you?

this year has been all about learning to hate you as a self-defence mechanism
i glance
in the
but i
don’t recognize
the girl
my reflection
claims to

Steve Page
Infinity isn't a number
And nor am I.
Listening to mathematicians.
I. a few times a day, or so it seems.
let it be by sunset or sunrise,
love will be my demise.
Tell me
What your heart
Has spoken
The word enlarges
In your chest
Your hands can’t keep it
I hear the beating thrill
Of wings lifting your feet
As the word carries you high
Say it then
Lift me with you
Your eyes hold joy
Your mouth
I Love You
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.)
Maria Etre
It's fine to ask for more
when you have nothing to lose.
The two things
I hate the most
Are short poems
And hypocrisy
my intuition

was a cave of


beckoning new beginnings
atticus wilson
I have no clue what you look like
Or what your voice sounds like
But you care
We’ve both been hurt
But together we can pick up the pieces,
And fix our broken selves

Though I’ve never truly met you,
Seen your face,
Heard your voice,
Felt your touch,
I feel better knowing you’re there
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
Meari Jade
Someone to kiss
Someone to hug
But someone became everyone
And somehow, along the way
I wanted to be cared too
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.
Our Self dresses
In numerous guises
And the guises reflect
Our knowing of Truth..

Some apparently
Live lives immersed
In guise belief..of their
Identity thus described..

So..from time to time
We need to undress
To experience the
Light of permanence
Our Self recognized...
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.
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
I wanna write
About you
So I pick a pen
And paper up
Ready to let
It all flow
But I just can't
When I think
Of you
I am wordless
There is just
Too much of you
That I can't
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 ***
yellow soul
His smile is made of
indie love songs and red Wine
it tastes like one night
Jayantee Khare

the preface
of your success
is learning to face
your failure with grace,
and then identifying
your shortcomings to address,
and then prepare yourself
to give your best....

Prerna Singh
i am walking down lanes
i know cant run through these
i know they block my knees
i know that i'd have to breath the poison in that air
these lanes take me somewhere
this one is dusty and the lights are out
but now i am so used to these sounds
i have met people here
only few of them have stayed by my side
they have their crossroads
and i have mine
i still cant stop waiting
to meet more of them
few are like candles
and others
are like sweet silent rhythms
O Hallelujah!
Praise the everlasting God!
Glory to His name!
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.
sorry to say
but some of your poems
aren't poems
this is not a poem / why was this trending ?? oh my..
girl friend
girl                   friend
girl                                                 friend
girl                                                      ­                         friend
girl                                                      ­                                                       friend
He is simple and silent
He is gentle and humble
Strong and handsome
Born with a soft heart
Sometimes mysterious
eerie and weird
Sometimes proud and solitude
When he is with me
He is sweet and joy
He smiles alot
Talkative and unbiased
To me he is perfect
To me he is my world
To me he is my precious
Because why i love him is for no reason
Love#unconditional#strong feeling
Chandler M
I’ve just returned
Fresh from a fight
To save lives
Boots on the ground
Hat surrounding my brain
Blue as the summer sky
Today I feel like
Doing something crazy
No longer did I want
My life to be
Extra ordinary
I came back into your sight
Seemed like you came around
Blessing thrown from
This side of heaven
I held the hand of my future
Everyday till
The world said no
Not for a problem
Cause they never stop
Until they are all affected
One day we sat down
Tears flowed
Hugs continued like normal
I wish your fate
Wasn’t extra ordinary…
Disease took you away
But I blame no one
Natural cycle
It’s not the destiny you wanted
But it’s one you accepted
So I kneel here
Like my morning run
Keeps me awake
Keeps me alive
I miss you my dearest
Remember the words I spoke to you
“Take this heart to the grave.”
Good thing
You gave it back
With the gift of new life
Brown eyes
Tan skin tone
You’d love him
Like I still love you.
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
sehnaz khan
Gentle reminder
Be gentle with yourself
I look at myself in the mirror,
and my inner judge, the ego
dislikes some parts of the reflection.
By contrast, when I look for a minute more,
and I observe the ego,
and I set a distance
between what is an illusion [ego]
and what is 'real' [soul],
I see that
Higher Consicousness loves me all.
Great holy sun
Grace your light upon my shadows
It is in the hallows of my chest
Where my breath swims
Before we rose to today
We surrendered ourselves to the waves
Under the moonlight
It is in the depths within
Where I discovered the bottom of the ocean
Everything circulating
In a pull of E-motion
Back into and out through the womb
Is where the flower blooms
If you breathed the same air in the same space as me
I would be content
And I wouldn't mind your breath on my lips.
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.
Lauren Leal
Actions speak louder than words,
You wonder why I'm speechless.
melanie jackson
four simple letters
yet i wait so long
for those words
to grace my lips
four letters close
written together
please now that i can say it will someone
So much to say,
So few people to truly listen.
Written so many letters
Moved many places
Had so many descriptions of one girl I wanted to have
From different cultures
From different colors
And sometimes felt I had a rainbow of options
Patience saved me having trials of how love tasted like
For I had none that would fit my love resume
Till I met her
So proud of having found love only once
And it was so sweet and true
Only one lover on my love resume
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