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And I stand here on the other side of the lake,
looking at that bridge where we use to meet!
I stand here, feeling the early winter breeze,

listening to your music, I sand here

I stand here as the sun rises on the other side of the lake, I break, my heart aches, I stand here!

Staring at that bridge, imagining your hair dancing to the falling leaves, as their color changes to bring in the winter breeze that you wait for every year
Mark Wanless
was there a time
   long ago
      that i met you
To the left
and to the right
both parties listen up
With out you
both cooperating
I couldn't accomplish much
So to think
we could run a country
without working together
good ol' days
young ol' me
so far away
that i could sea
and simply be
completely free
the beach, the sea will always remind me of you
i hope you have a great life ahead a :)
you'll be missed!
Strange to find joy and sadness at the same time I see the kids smile bringing joy but sadness as I miss that part of me watching my kids grow up time will pass kids will grow I must let it go and enjoy
If I have yet to love myself,
Do I not love you wholly?
Brain, brain go away
Don't want to listen one more day
Already lonely and afraid
Feel insecure and full of shame

Brain, brain don't act this way
You're always angry; Filled with hate
You know we're joined; Can't separate
Yourself your punching in the face

Brain, brain what can I say
To make it so you see things straight
Don't know how much more I can take
Of constant warring and debate

Brain, brain it's getting late
This journey's not some endless race
Life's flying by and at this pace
Forget a win; Not gonna place

Brain, brain let's medicate
I'll feed you drugs and we'll sedate
The only way to mitigate
Discrepancies we generate

Brain, brain we sadly waste
This outcome feels like it was fate
But never was there a sealed date
Fulfilling what we self-create

Brain, brain so much we faced
Success so close could almost taste
Instead our tail we always chased
We'll die alone sad and disgraced
Written: March 6, 2019

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He asked her what it's like living with anxiety.

She smiled sadly, "It's a never-ending pulse-race. Like knowing you don't want to jump off a cliff but not being able to talk yourself down from it.

Your fears take on a nebulous, unidentifiable form that tightens around your throat and incapacitates you.

There is no calm. No peace. Only the edge of a very strained thread."
I woke up from a nightmare
I could not stand to keep
to myself

you were stretched across the couch
coffee going cold on the table
a half finished cigarette
still burning

you wrapped me up
in kind words that
I could not bare
to hear

whispered into my ear
"one day we will go wandering
and this tiny house will overspill
with dreams'

you are not your memories, darling
you are not the bad things
that have been done to you
you are a fierce flame
that warms my heart

forget them, my love
they are nothing
and you, and you
are everything
And with a sincere smile,
she looked to the stars
knowing the future was worthwhile,
even, with a thousand scars.
xavier thomas
Dear God,

The other day I learned that I was not ready for marriage yet. I still have a few old doors that need to be closed in order to fulfill my promise. Not many, just a handful. I need to get my finances in check, as well as receive a better job. Work on my brand so I can quit my 9-5. (Boy I can’t wait for that day.)
Secondly, I need to continue to speak with you and my partner about us moving forward together. That this is not only what we both want, but what you want from us. That you approve our marriage or not.

November 2, 1990
Ask questions
Can't speak,
or move my feet,
shift my gaze,
my vision a haze,
with ringing in my ears,
just standing here.
Though I wanted to be near
to you,
now I want to be anywhere
but this venue
Im not like you
I dont wear my darkmess well.
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
I wonder if I really am kind hearted.
Most people think it’s true,
But maybe I’m just afraid of being mean-
Maybe I’m afraid of being you.
Bandhana rai
They confuse me.
Why bother putting up false pretences?
Making me think you care when you actually dont?
You can leave me alone, thank you very much.
I rather me by myself than live in your lies.

The fox that wears a veil.
I just say you did have me fooled.
A W Bullen
dead flowers
in a vase

reminded me
of you
no one loves me
but they claim they care
if they really did wouldn't they see

i am falling apart
fragile to the touch
yet they keep on pushing me

closer to the edge
and they think i can take more
so they push farther till i'm at the brink

it's like they know i can't swim
but they are going overboard
and they'll be suprised when i sink
Carlo C Gomez
Money may not
grow on trees
But far too many people
are willing to go
out on a limb for it
your eyes are full of galaxies and i just want to sit and stargaze until i discover every last one.
If I'm too much for you,
go find someone less.
you are always leaving me
yet waiting is what i do best
i collect every fragment of you
and let it fill the void inside
but remnants are never enough
is it wrong for me to desire?
to talk about our future together
as you lay under the rubbles
of your ruined past?
i am no virtuous saint
but i want to leave this hell
yet waiting is what i do best
lights flicker
in the distance
far far below

I’m here
looking down on it all
wrapped in a blanket
a book lies next to me
pages flipping themselves
in the cool summer breeze
inside are the sounds of life
outside are the sounds
of the questioning
the air is filled
with random notes
fluttering around me
like guardian angels
I know why they’re here

sat down
next to me
to keep me company
we look at the flickering lights
in the distance
he tells me
you’d do fine down there
if you wanted to
be a light
surrounded by light
but then he shifts his gaze
the moonlight
dancing through his being
but you’d do great
up there
be a light
where no one has dared to be
and with that
he left
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
Dark Dream
I see something
Signs from you
That you lingered
Here or there

- my heart stops -

Then Jumps
into that quivery action

Mind kicks in
Reminding me

you aren’t mine

I miss you
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
I’m sorry,
I’ll try to be happy,
I’ll try to be normal,
I’ll try to not self-sabotage.
Am I the villain in this story?
Am I the one to blame?
For months your words ate at me,
If I’m the bad guy, give me a name.

If that's what it takes,
For you to sleep safe and sound,
Call me what you want,
But it takes two to participate.
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.
Marthea Flores
she lives inside a cage,
but he wanted her to fly.

he knows it was derange,
but she wanted them to try.

they know they couldn't. 
they know they shouldn't.

they both know it was misdemeanor,
they both know they were sinners.
we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections
Infamous one
She told him he was the one
Let him go then got married
Talking about marriage for citizenship
Looking for love got lust broken trust
Gave respect with wasted time
Till something better came alone
It was over there was someone else
Quick to move while he regrouped
Messed around on a break kept it over
Can't be mad but did expect loyalty
Talking about getting back together
All these scenarios events playing out
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
Mitch Prax
If time is
a currency,
then spending it with you
was the best investment
I ever made.
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
Sophia L
I love myself more.
my brain has a mind of it own
it doesn’t care what I think
my silence
will eventually speak
how my words
had never been heard.
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim

No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
Saw it all,
One last time...
Slowly, pressed "DELETE"
Swore to myself,
This mistake shall not repeat.

But I know, you know
I was bluffing.

It happened again.
I saw it all one more time,
One last time.
But this time, my hands don't tremble
I press not slowly, but swiftly "DELETE"
And I know, for sure,
It won't repeat.
East Wind
Collections of my disorderly thoughts
gathered together with knots
of my ample desire
to make sense of my everyday life.
I write poetry, however bad they might be, to help me analyze my feelings.
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