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I've got blisters on my fingers
from trying to write you out of this song
I literally do.
A W Bullen
..and we think
that we can save
The Planet?

We can't
even save
Raj Bhandari
No one, gets, any rest,
this life is an acid test!
Two and a half years full of lies and despair
Worrying for no reason and pulling out my hair
30 months of heartbreak and pain
It was all a facade, with nothing to gain
I'm tired of all of this
I just want out
My life is a hell and I'm married to the devil
How many times a day do you use the word I ?
Justine Helgren
Unneccessary comments,
Sharp breaths,
And sighs.
Meaningless words thrown around
Hitting me,
Unnecessary comments,
Sharp breaths,
And sighs.
Try not to take it personally,
Breathe in,
Out now.
I replayed my side of the story
a different way,
every day you were gone.
Until saying nothing
became all I had to say.
No more stars in my eyes.
You were the eclipse to my sun.
You made it hard to shine.
Not my best
In the end it won’t matter
In the end nothing will
For in the end there will be no more
Everything will be over
For that is the end
Butch Decatoria
Please don’t leave
Oh Love, don’t go

Stay with me
In the Afterglow

Peace in these
Wars of theirs devoured

Self & wish are only
To its self the power

Full of hails
Grace to marry the world

In the strong
Softness of Beloved

Please don’t leave
My love, don’t go...

(Stay with me in the Afterglow)
silent library
those unspoken words on shelves
I ache to voice them
जीवन जिजीविषा से है
प्यार हमारी इच्छा से है
जीवन हमारा भोजन है
प्यार उसमें मसाला है
किसी ने मसाला डाला है
किसी ने बेमसाले निगला है

जीवन एक यात्रा है
प्यार इसमें एक टिकट है
टिकट से यात्रा सुहानी है
बिन टिकट बहुत तूफानी है

जीवन विषमता भरी
रागिनी है
क्योंकि पीड़ा और आनंद
इसमें दो संगिनी है
we often like to convince ourselves
love can conquer all

love is medicine
love is the answer

love is a hello
and goodbye

we like to convince ourselves
love is enough

it's a lie

love is alive
it dies
Midnight Rain
the memory of your
presence is felt like an earth//quake

as if my soul has everted,
my heart has been torn...

every wave of emotion
is felt like the first time.

i become a spineless,

curling into myself
and crying out the storm
that has lived within me

your presence is missed like
cold rain in summer,

like a scarlet fire drawn in the
center of winter,

and when Autumn
leaves fall like teardrops
from trees,

darling, you are missed
like a heartbeat falling from a

and i shatter myself every day
from the earth//quakes your memory gave


you... are missed
most ardently...

you are the life within me now
and i cannot seep you out from
myself without
uprooting everything beautiful
you grew in me.
Peter Balkus
She is like geranium
on a rainy day -
nothing can match
her brightness.
Purcy Flaherty
Freedom dies with you!
What are you fighting for ?

This is your generation people,
I'm begging you; don't go to war.

Freedom dies with you!
you can't fight for peace!

This is your generation,
I'm begging you, don't go to war.

Not in the name of liberation!

Not in the the name of humanitarianism!

Not in the name of freedom!

Not in the name of free trade!

I'm begging you: Don't go to war!
Wars are fought for resources thats all !
There's blood in your oil !
Katja Pullinen
Gentle people.
Gentle days.
  Gentle world around me.
   Gentle sun rise up at the gentle morning.
     I need gentleness. I need so much gentleness.
       Gentle flowers.
                 Gentle dreams.
                       Gentle cats and dogs and breeze..
is gentle.
There are some things you shouldn't do.
Like give your time to people who don't really love you.
Don't do drugs but do them if you like them.
Souls are the echo of love ,
they have travelled great distances .

#COUPLET#17.08.2019# some deep thought process in this one #
Em MacKenzie
If live gives you lemons
just be thankful it’s not a lime,
and when squeezing it
avoid getting the juice in your eye this 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.
Alex Gifford
It's that moment
when the pieces
of the puzzle
all combine.

And you see a
glorious picture
that you doubted
that you'd find.

And then after
when the pieces
are inspected
each with care.

You see purpose
and see meaning
each too valuable
to spare.
This came to me all at once. It's an attempt to describe the feeling of your mind being blown when everything lines up and finally makes sense.
Coraline Hatter
it's always "almost"
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.
My heart once belonged
But was thrown around an broken

It belonged to someone
whom I believed to be THE one

But that belief has been betrayed
By lies and empty promises stained

I am on the rough path of recovery
But I get held back by the memories

Oh I wish I could turn back time
and maybe, just maybe,
give us one more try
Henry Bladon
What would happen if the moon leaked?
Would there be a luminous canal
that flowed with moon milk?
Would we be able to bathe in
a shimmering pool of silver?
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.
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
you know the saying,
the one where everyone says
"you need to think more positively"
and you feel like it is impossible
to think of a world that is half full.
until the day you realize,
you have the resources to find true happiness.
that is when you will view the glass as half full.
Here i am,
sitting on my bed, smiling like a dork.
All because of you. :)
And he is probably thinking about someone else.
Bright appearance
Blue eyes
All those little lies

Treating me like nothing
Sometimes there
Acting like you care

Maybe you do
I know you’re not here anymore
And with that let me say, my heart is torn
some of us
weren’t meant to be happy
some of us
were meant to be poets
as a rose
so delicate
i can't wait
til the rest you blooms
take care of your health
take care of the love you give to you
love you
baby girl this is all your world
threes a universe inside you
let it free
let her breathe
she's grasps to the life you limit her
she's eager now
let her come out
444, 888, 111
love love love
hear listen
see look
mind breathe silence
Sijpelend zonlicht
Bekladde bladzijden
Overpeinzend, verlies
Deinend, verborgen

Oorzaken, redenen, onzin
Niet genoeg, veel te veel
gewoon verkeerd

Zelfkastijding en eigentwist
Halve indrukken
gedempte kreten

Apex van apathie en egofobie
Dierbaren die doodzwijgen
Leven en leut die uitblijven
Ik zal het moeten ontstijgen
Megan Joseph
i look up
and see a world
far greater than
the one i'm in,
billions of bright lights,
that call to me
and say that i'm not alone,
i rise up to them
as if gravity ceased to exist,
and i dance with them
and give glory to their creator,
this world is mine
though i am not of it,
these clusters of stars
and galaxies
bring me more joy
than the hell that
the world i belong to brings,
the celestial beings embrace me
and allow me to finally see
the beauty that's around me,
even if it's far away.
part two of my latest poem. enjoy!
Also known as
Childish hallucinations
We all had dreams
But slowly
They lose their glow
And are forgotten
In the sea of dead stars
I want to know
Where can I go
When you're not around
sorry I haven't been active :')
David J
I wonder to whom I journal
Because when I write
It is always a
Be thankful for your notebooks service!
She does not ask me
May I be there
She does not ask me
If I want her
She does not ask me
In the right time
She does not ask me about the day
She is just there
The fear
Qualyxian Quest
dry lightning, heat lightning
incredible mystery, beauty a bit            
throughout the night,
                                  memory delightening

                       the sky! the sky!
Risa Njoroge
On the once beautiful oval oak framed mirror,
From a hand that once so soft and tender,

The fuel that runs this almost empty body,
Burning through my blood veins like a snakes venom,

From the bruised hand that had a conflict with the mirror,
But even more from a broken heart that can no longer feel,

Or heal,
Ripped out of my chest, ready to be laid to rest,
Love is life's great test, one I have failed at I must say,

I Lay,
Here in a pool of my own regrets,
Swimming through memories I would rather forget,

This delicate flower they call a heart,
Yet your promises and actions do not match,

In man I can never, for their words and actions not longer match,
It was never love, for you I was just another summer crush,

Here we are at last, with my bleeding hand and broken heart,
And all I can say is
No need holding on to people that hurt you! Brave it and move on!
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