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 Feb 2017 Dorothy
chris
find me
hold me
save me
love me
 Feb 2017 Dorothy
Ili Norizan
Felt
 Feb 2017 Dorothy
Ili Norizan
Have you ever felt tired?
Of yourself,
If not others,
Of how you've changed,
If not this world,
And you can't quite put your finger on it,
But the only feeling is restlessness,
Weary of everything;

Have you ever felt lost?
Not because you're unfamiliar,
Or the place unknown,
Or the faces seem to be devoid of humanity,
For everyone struggles differently,
And you wear a mask to blend in,
So that you don't stand out,
In the crowd of lonely hearts,
Especially when you're all alone;

Have you ever felt broken?
Like these bones crack and break,
Under the weight of your own hurt,
When you keep on blaming yourself,
For even the smallest of flaws,
When you keep on picking at the scars,
Of all the past mistakes and faults,
As though you can't help it,
But to wrong yourself;

Have you ever felt love?
The kind that heals,
Not with a touch but a kiss of promise,
As he held you close and tender,
Telling you how worthy,
How beautiful you are really,
And you fear the reflection in the mirror,
Only to have him trace your well-intended heart,
That your pulse quickens,
With the urgency to be revived again,
As a new person,
Someone you once knew;

I have felt all of the above,
Tired,
Lost,
Broken,
But most of all I've felt his love,
And I have been racking my brain,
Trying to understand,
What I could've possibly done,
To deserve it all,
Especially he who is so kind.

@byizn
I am nameless
But my story has a title
Painful betrayal
Soaked with acid lies
Caused me
To lose my identity instantly

Faceless I am
Lost in the middle of sea
Sinking I am not
Though floating
It's not what I choose to be
Burned by the sun
I wish the heat will ignite
The spark of rage

Yet the wind
Keep put out the flame
And I drift
Into the island of nowhere
Not to be found
Neither to be saved

Where do I go from here
With bleeding heart
And wounded soul

But I know I'll be free
Healed and I'll soar

This is my story
And it's called
The art of survival

-Mary Elizabeth Graham
 Feb 2017 Dorothy
Hannah
Dreaming
 Feb 2017 Dorothy
Hannah
Dreams are a chance
for the soul to wander far,
before coming home.
 Feb 2017 Dorothy
Pax
Goal
 Feb 2017 Dorothy
Pax
The stronger the obstacles,
The greater the will to Pursue it.
I can't find a word to describe this feeling, is it eagerness or will or perseverance or willingness or wishes to pursue it...

This is just a sudden thought of realization between our human nature, i guess this is a common occurrence in life or goal or love or work depending on each situation.
 Feb 2017 Dorothy
Ali Qureshi
It feels like I'm high,
Don't try to comprehend.

It's a vast sea, a deep ocean
It pulls you in; thoughts
They drown you!
You gasp for breath.
Wide awake,
I plead:

Oh sleep! please come
I'm waiting
for you
My sweet,
sweet love,
Let me rest.

Let me catch my breath, and
Please, Oh! Please;
Let it be. Let it be.*

Written by Ali Qureshi
Next in the series "Insomnia - The 3rd" (part 3/4)
The second poem, in the Insomnia series, from a total of 4 poems based on the topic of Insomnia, of course.
 Feb 2017 Dorothy
Chase Gallagher
The goal isnt to avoid death, but to live a life so full of love and passion that when you do die, the energy that pours out of you is like soul food for the universe.
 Feb 2017 Dorothy
ForgottenDiety
Its now clear
that though we are together today,
but one day we will not be same
again.
 Feb 2017 Dorothy
Renée Brookes
Scene #1 / Take #10 / ACTION!

Dont go, she says;
on the floor now crying,
simply implying she can be loved.
C U T!
He made a mistake. All it takes is a re-cast.
Cast her away,
  so  f a r    a w a y  .

Her lines are easy;
always pleading, cold, and bleeding-
never leading off script.

Scene #1 / Take #12 / BREAK

It'll all blow over;
icy wind over shoulders-
blowing over.
Rehearse. Converse.
Get Ready for another try.

Scene #1 / Take #15 / STOP

Stop acting, stop reading, and start seeing-
This love isn't enough,
far too tough on the heart;
real stress, real scars, real hurt.
Dont go! she blurts-
Silence, only hurt.

    He's so f a r   a w a y . .
Inspiration: My first love .
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