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She’s a cup of tea
and I’m a dash of coffee creamer

Both good,
but maybe not together

There’s something out there
that will complement us better
I never know what say  

a memory of longing
is painful as it keeps

decaying in my chest

putting my love on paper
doesn't take it away
it amplifies the sting
trying to move on

infecting the open cavity of my being

you read my words like you understand
but I'm lost in a memory of what would have been

trying to collect shattered pieces of my own self

emptied and dancing whisked into the shadows
like the end of a dream

feverishly waking up because my feelings weren't received

give them but don't get them
like as if I sent a letter of longing

never in return
I try to write but the words are my tears
drink up
and only then you will feel the same
as I do
i was born to the rain
and yet still i find myself
in a sea
my storms
have created.
Primo Pollux
❝ ❞

    In this box shaped power-driven wheel,
    Slowly going upright down.
    You can clearly see the hill
    And other people having fun below.

    In this box shaped power-driven wheel,
    I'm with you when  I was in pain.
    You hugged me and I felt well,
    I hugged you back and gave you smile.

    In this box shaped power-driven wheel,
    From the strong and happy friendship
    You and I had a special relationship.
    I also gave you my first kiss here.

    In this box shaped power-driven wheel,
    You asked me to be your lifetime
    Partner not just couple out there.
    And so I gave the ‘ Yes ’ that you

    Yet, in this box shaped power-driven
    You confessed before our wedding day.
    That you, my love, had an affair.
     And worst, that person is my sister.

     In this box shaped power-driven wheel,
     I see the altar where
     You and my sister
     Celebrating your wedding.

May you have a happy
And peaceful family.
If the trees would speak,
They’d tell me to leave,
To find my roots,
Grow up to the clouds,
And find my peace.
been a while
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.
Olivia V
her soul
never at peace
in the city where noise
does not cease
yelling meaningless words
into a sea of different faces
was a way to determine my youth

scratching my knee
and believing
that would be the most pain,
i would ever feel

was a way to determine my ignorance

i will never again be
the way i was
when i was young
Black and white
Dark and bright
Is lonely
Without a shadow
In all this light
If only the sun had a shadow
Fly away my darling,
Before its too late,
Too late to turn away,
Too late to not fall in love.. yet again.
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
Mariya Jawed
The pain the people gave,
After sometime they would fade,
The words they say,
Will forever remain,
if they are you relatives,
They were your natives,
But now are enemy,
Your heart will be empty,
But for sometime,
endure the pain,
All the things will start to faint,
Like an antique picture,
An evil scripture,
But patience will lead to you to....
#world#is #traitor#wicked
Mary Gay Kearns
When I die it is not for you to cry
For you gave me love and sanctified
All that I needed was given in the wait
On the garden seat where I knew you
So tussle not in the shadowy days
Just be with the things that I made.

Love Mary x
Steve Evans
When I love
I love with my heart and every fibre of my being.
I am truly addicted to you, so, please don't hurt me
You hold my heart in my hands
Be gentle and handle it with care.
i wonder how many men
i’ll have to snack on
just because
i can’t feast
on you
Veda Laurenski
You are the sea.
You are cruel.
You are cold.
And I love you.
Back when I was young my father told me:
That I’d grow up, and I would be lonely,
But not to go, chasing Cleopatra,
Or else I’d die just another bachelor.

He said;

“Oh those pretty girls, there are so many,
Just look around you and, you’ll find plenty;
When you’re hurt and broken by a lover,
Amen, don’t worry, just find another.”

I said;

“Daddy, what if none of them love me back?
What if I’m alone, when the sky turns black?
What If all I am, ain’t what I could be?
It’s hard to find wisdom, but not misery”

He said;

“Son don’t stress, there’ll always be someone
Looking just for you. You: their only one.
And don’t ever worry about heartbreak,
The road to love; it is made of mistakes.

So, count your fingers and count your blessings,
Invite Cleopatra to your wedding.
Never love ‘til you don’t have to chase it,
But when you do, don’t you ever waste it.”
Alaska Young
The harder you hit the bottom,
the higher you can bounce.
The fear of intimacy isn’t just a fear of ***.
It’s the fear of receiving a hug from your best friend.
It’s the fear of allowing someone to see you cry.
It’s the fear of telling someone about your past.
It’s the fear of touch from hands that aren’t your own.
It’s the fear of letting someone see you in your underwear.
It’s the fear of sharing a bed with someone.
It’s the fear of telling someone your likes and dislikes.
It’s the fear of saying I love you.
It’s the fear of letting someone know you.
It’s the fear of being vulnerable.
The bravest boy I know
Sits in the eye of the hurricane
All alone

Surrounded by so much fear
Hatred, loathing, and pain
He doesn't run away

He faces the storm
Even if he has to do it
All alone
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
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.
Beneath the tears
That bleed fools dry
The eye of Ares dwells
Peering into eternal night
The darkest blackest hell
There be found
The wretched bound
Trapped within their dream
Whispers of madness
Within their ears
All shall be redeemed
Traveler Tim
You tend to me
in a way
no one else has before,
letting me grow
from sunsets to morning hazes,
we text from dawn to dusk and
set fire to time. we're lonely together.

it's three am and we're watching movies,
we talk more than anything and we laugh;
'baby, give me your heart ( aches ) '

high heels in my hands and smoke in the air,
we stumble through broken memories and
we set a flame the broken shards of hearts.

sunbathing on the pavement, bare skin
and hearts open wide. blue eyes on you,
you're my summertime sadness
girl in red wrote a song called summer depression and it makes me ga y
it is meant to be
give and take
push and pull

the effort
should not be
the struggle
you never had
a blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl
the one who's sweet on your eye
the sort that you show off to your friends
that loves the world unconditionally
what you had was
a brown haired, hazel eyed girl
that loved you, adored you
but found she wasn't enough.
by the stars, she wasn't enough
du du du...
Kora Sani
i anchor
to the back
of your mind
you wish
me away
but here
i still linger
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.
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
Not these nymphs, but you,
I would perpetuate.
Not these boys, but you,
boyish man. (Fresh-faced men like you.)
You hit me with your stubborn clanging fists, and I sit
watching you with my round doe eyes, and you stay

Your scruff burns me, but you keep
sliding on me. The breeze swirls around your ears, the leaves sweep
itself over your feet, the rain are flutes.
I conduct the ruins of what used to be, into the castle
of now,

I take some wild clovers
and some green vines from here and there;
weaving into the wheat, the wheat sewn into the doors;
the thresholds lined with sugar to keep you here,
lined with salt to keep me here.

my fruitful man, gazing at me from your rocks,
(the rocks by the water, which if followed, would get pulled down deeper and deeper, until you've awash unto his shore)
******* me with your stoney eyes;
skyey you are not, limpid you are not,
tangible you are, my innocence you do not wish to keep.

You hold my sugar in a cup,
you drink from the tears of
my callow face.
("Too innocent," you say I am. You say, "I need to violate.")

You string your words on a ribbon of silk, and
your eyes hop from person from book, because they all bore you --
and you lean on your elbow with your chin resting in your palm,

with twiney fingers and veins;
you, my opaque man:
let me get lost in your waves, in your dew, in your fog.
You, my boyish man, my devilish god, I would perpetuate.
Was it a dream I loved?

inspired by The Afternoon of a Faun by Stephane Mallarame
Her text was the first thing
I saw in the morning
It was confusing
However I was smiling
But then I remembered
The reason why she texted me first
It was because I tried to call her
After I consumed lots of liquor
When I'm drunk, I tend to do something stupid
i push people away
when all i really want
is for someone to hug me
and tell me it’s all okay
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
Miracle of loveliness
Pink and carefree
The way ballerinas twirl—effortlessly
Tender heart still coated in gold leaf
May you dance wild
May  every storm
Feel like only a breeze
Dance wild, dance wild, baby
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.
Harry Roberts
I just do I don't reflect
My feet are moving on cement
I want my toes to taste the sea
I want my soul to climb the tree.

I just smile but I don't mean it
Acting is within my remit
Talk so much make them believe it
Lost my soul I can't retrieve it.

I just do I don't regret
These thoughts all day I can't forget
Consumed inside I'm left alone
I paralyze... I turn to stone.
Blade Maiden

The room in starlight bathed
My body unscathed
Swimming indoors
sheets are shores

Wash over me like the tide
for I don't sleep at night
Swimming indoors
where it always pours

Moon reflection
on my cushion
Swimming indoors
following ancient lores

Diving deep to find
an Atlantis on my mind
Swimming indoors
til reaching the dream's source



I didn't mind,
the blood falling down my face.


I wish,
it didn't stop.
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