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 Sep 2015 apollota
Styles
true story
 Sep 2015 apollota
Styles
Hate,
fed  love,
becomes tame.
Love,
fed  hate,
becomes pain.
Pain
fed hate,
becomes shame.
Words,
imagery,
poignancy,
laconic
brevity,
extended
profundity,
rhetorical
brilliancy,

Poetry...
bringer of insight,
harbinger of wisdom,
manifestation of
wonder.
Poetry is an art that is kept hold of only tenuously. We must keep it alive or it will be lost forever, in favor of "newer" passions.
 Sep 2015 apollota
Dr Peter Lim
TO ALL POETS

Each of us is different
yet we are (bottom-line)
the same
true to self
that's what really  matters
words are the joys and tears of our heart
none can stop them--never, ever
--
 Sep 2015 apollota
stacey renei
We're only two of infinite stars.

Burning with desire,
Lusting after passion.

Caressing in the dark,
we were never a walk in the park.

Hidden and burdened,
a love that is forbidden.

No use in wishing on 11:11's,
flick away those fallen eyelashes.

A love made of tragedy,
imprinted on the stars.
Desire and passion,
ready to start a war.

Two of infinite stars,
part of different constellations,
a love, if that's what this is,
ending in entire damnation.

We're only two of infinite stars.
What made us think
we were meant to be from the start?

We're only two of infinite stars,
existing in a universe that's bound to keep us apart.
 Aug 2015 apollota
Just Melz
She saw a rainbow where he could only see black.
But together, they made a frame, keeping their picture perfect life intact.

She saw the sun where he was always captivated by the moon.
But together, they made each other's wishes come true and not a moment too soon.

She saw smiles where he drowned in the sadness of eyes.
But together, they made laughter and found truth amongst a million lies.

She saw beauty where he could only see regrets and pain.
But together, they made a life that could always be and would always remain.

She saw him where he would always find her.
And together, they made happiness that could span galaxies forever.
 Aug 2015 apollota
Neex
One, two,
I was in love with you,
Three, four,
But you wanted more,
Five, six,
We were once romantics,
Seven, eight,
But now you're filled with hate,
Nine, ten,
I might never love again.

Eleven, twelve,
I will forever delve,
Thirteen, fourteen,
Till I figure out why you built a screen,
Fifteen, sixteen,
The reason you quit being so keen,
Seventeen, eighteen,
Why our spark faded till it was unseen,
Nineteen, twenty,
How your love left me empty,
Because all I've got now is my music,
*And poetry.
Inspired by my little cousin and her childhood vibe.
 Aug 2015 apollota
Neex
So many plans,
Such mediocre deadlines,
*So little time.
Dreams...
 Aug 2015 apollota
Neex
It's scary,
How in a moment,
I can be fine,
Staring into space,
Then suddenly,
Feel so much pain,
*So much hurt.
And sometimes you just feel tears fighting to come out,
From unknown sources.
 Aug 2015 apollota
Neex
I can't lie,
There's that tight feeling,
In my chest,
You're suffocating me,
*And it hurts.
Ugh.
 Aug 2015 apollota
Neex
I'm tired,
So tired,
Of myself,
Of life.

I'm complicated,
Too complicated,
Help yourself,
Stay away from me,
It hurts not only you,
But also me.

I'm clingy,
Never obsessed,
Though that might be your perception of me.

I expect too much,
Seemingly naive,
But I know how it all ends,
I know what always comes,
I know I'll bleed from my eyes,
But I still dive into salt.

Friendships only ever hurt me,
Relationships come back to haunt me,
For I know my insignificance,
In an immense amount of lives,
Yet I blindly dream,
That I might hold importance.

I know how it all ends,
Yet I dream,
And I never stop,
Maybe I'm just naive.

I have OCD,
My mum didn't believe me,
Perfect symmetry is my ideal,
No one understands it.

No one understands me,
I think so badly of myself,
I take some jokes secretly seriously,
I care too much about your thoughts of me.

I'm used for my talents,
Then disregarded.

With music,
I'm not to mess with,
My hands,
They apparently hold magic.

People tell me to be positive,
When I think that way,
What happens,
Is the opposite.

My heart holds supposedly false hope,
Though I hope with all my heart,
And so exude happiness unconsciously
I hurt for no reason,
Can't even pour it all out in my art.

I'm tired,
So tired,
I'm complicated,
Too* ******* complicated,
So stay away from me,
*If you want to ever be free.
Well I'm sorta empty now...
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