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 Oct 2018 Epic
SelinaSharday
Seeing..Y.O.U

HERE AGAIN.. COMES YOU..
I keep..
Minding my own business.
in the kitchen doin the dishes..
minding my own business..
keep trying ta forget..
Not wanting to digress..
To where I feel your absence and my loneliness.
Seeing your conditions..
Reminded in my visions
I see your hands through my own hands.
I remember the simpliest things..
Even though your absent finally from my dreams.
I've been seeing you even down to the basics of you.

The unstraight lazy walk the deep sound in how you talk.
I'm still minding my own business I must confess.
I'm a little wounded yet healing.. Coping well with my feelings.
Missing those interpersonal roles.. naughty ways to console.
So old and foundational..
With you so long that our chatting.
It used to get kinda confrontational.
So close I don't think you ever truly knew.
The closeness now makes me blue.
But right now i'm just kinda tired of spiritually seeing..Y.O.U!
Y..ooo..U.

SelinaSharday..2018_09 .S.A.M
I really don't like it.. and i really wanna forget..
 Oct 2018 Epic
adriana
you will be poetry wrapped in skin.
they will melt under your faded gaze.
the spaces between your lungs will be explored.
they will fall in love with the darkness behind your lips.
they will live in the familiarity of your movements.
i will have stripped you of everything that made you the same.
you will be nothing like the person before, for now you are art.
you are simply the words penned onto your bones.
you are a masterpiece in human form.
you made me write, and i made you beautiful.
when we are done, you are perfect.
you are poetry wrapped in skin when i am done.
when i am finished, you will be one of two things.
you will be broken, or you will be beauty.
i cannot let you be both.
Sa gitna ng kawalan
Ay makakita tayo ng kasagutan
Sa ating mga katanungan
Na umaaligid sa ating mga isipan
Na kailanman ay maaaring hindi na mabigyan
Ng tamang sagot o ng kasagutan
Ngunit patuloy parin tayong naghahanapan
Sa pamamagitan ng paghanap sa ibang tao
O paghahanap sa kung ano anong bagay
Hanggang sa ating huling hininga'y
Hindi tayo tumigil sa paghahanap ng sagot sa ating buhay
 Jun 2018 Epic
S G Arndt
Crumbling
 Jun 2018 Epic
S G Arndt
Somehow
I have managed
To forget the weight
All the self doubt
All the self hate
I begin to crumble
You begin to manipulate
Stuck in this cycle
Somehow
Has become my fate
 Jun 2018 Epic
Ashly Kocher
When the stars align
All is right
You’ll hear or see a sign
Knowing your going to be alight

Defy the odds
Trust your heart
Following the road less traveled
Even if you have to “restart “

Trust your instincts
Grab ahold of your dreams
Make them a reality
All you have to do is trust and believe...
 Jun 2018 Epic
S G Arndt
Sophisticated lovin’
I hope you see
I hope you listen
This love is a prison
Call me your prisoner
Call me your prison guard
Under your spell
You manipulated every outcome
You manipulate your lover
 Jun 2018 Epic
Poetic T
She was the only plaster that
I needed to cover wounds, because
no one saw the cuts deepening beneath.
scratching at my tears, crying underneath.

But I never knew that she was the one
silently unstitching my wounds. She'd begun  
long before I was cut, but her words kept
me from realizing tears weren't for me id wept.

She never needed a reason to cut me deep inside.
I was the doll, stuffing pulled from within denied
the respect of my pride. but still I thought her my
plaster healing this cut, while reality cut deeper, why?

Why would she want to hurt what was our love,
why could one cut at that that showing her truelove.
A plaster only hides pain, covering up  intentions
of a misguided trust. I became my own intervention.

Life since our love had blossomed had been rough,
our petals were razor wire memories of those tough
times we had seen before. But I thought our time
had coated those petals, washing away past grime.

She never needed a reason to cut me deep inside.
I was the doll, stuffing pulled from within denied
the respect of my pride. but still I thought her my
plaster healing this cut, while reality cut deeper, why?

I now know that some cuts weren't mine, sharing
her past with me. But instead of healing,cutting, wearing
down what was within me. I needed to feel whole be
myself within no cuts seen. I loved her, but I was unfree.
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