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 May 2015 Trā
Jellyfish
Take care of me,
Be there for me.
Never discourage me,
Love me unconditionally.
You're supposed to be my mother.
But you treat me like I'm nothing.
I'm sick of your constant disrespect,
The loss of love in your eyes that makes me want to cry,
It's itching inside of the back of my mind.
And someday I'll say goodbye to you,
You won't want me to,
But you can't make me stay.
You're not my mom.
But until then,
I'll be walking in the rain.
 May 2015 Trā
Ben Walker
Strangle.
 May 2015 Trā
Ben Walker
You’re soft. Smooth.
And yet you want me to break you.
You want my hands engraving red marks into your skin.
Your sweet, soft skin.

I cannot.
But not because I don’t want to.
 May 2015 Trā
Jane
Us
 May 2015 Trā
Jane
Us
"I can't believe you did that...." I said.

This isn't your typical love story, this is what happens when you love, in reality.

I never regretted being with you,
Because each time when I'm with you,
I would feel so lucky and brand new,
And I just want to speak the truth,
I remember that night with you,
Under your warm arms too.

"Remember the time we met on the island?"

I saw through your eyes right then,
Looking so vulnerable and,
Do you remember when,
You look so weak with tiredness in them,
Back when we were just friends.

"Now remember when we went to MAC together?"

We used to yell at each other day and night,
You would throw sarcastic comments to prove yourself right,
But with my parents you act polite,
And later on we'll get back in a fight.

"I never told you I loved you, never had, never will."

Those were your exact words,
Those that led me towards,
Tears were in my eyes blurs,
And now I knew what you were,
Then I knew what you preferred.

"I'm sorry I loved you, I'm sorry I wasn't good enough for you to stay"*

You left me all alone,
You left for the flight,
You were long gone,
You didn't want a relationship,
You didn't want a long distanced one,
And because you didn't,
I'm here begging for your presence,
Begging for you to come back,
But you left,
you just left.
I hope you come back, I hope you'll come back to me.
 May 2015 Trā
zak
wordpuke
 May 2015 Trā
zak
I ***** stanzas -
I spew literary clutter
My poetry is aimless
The words all muddled

I write unsharpened
The point pressed pointless
A fire smoldering with no tinder
The universe questions its existence
 Apr 2015 Trā
Menelik
Who can hate a Rose? For when it was younger,
with rows full of petals arose from its slumber.
Awakened to blossom. It's beauty exposed.
I dare not impose, but you can't hate a Rose.

Who hates the Sunflower that shines by the hour?
Though small in her stature, enormous in power.
Humble in appearance but where the wind blows,
The Sunflower goes and the Sunflower grows.

Who can hate a Daisy? Well they must be crazy!
When lost in your smile, I don't try to escape.
Contained in your maze I would gaze in amazement.
This radiant Daisy brightens my Day.

Who can hate a Tulip? Well they must be foolish.
My two lips are silent whenever yours speak,
and I must confess this is more than suggestion
It would be Majestic if these Tulips meet.
 Apr 2015 Trā
Colette
I'm sorry I don't paint the canvas
of our dialogues because
what is left between us are of
bittersweet memories.

And I can't be there anymore
to hold onto what is left of broken pieces
because you can't even apologize to broken plates
once you've thrown them to the wall.
Been so long since my last update. This piece was written the first month of January out of my hundred pieces I've kept.
 Apr 2015 Trā
Menelik
With my eyes closed I'd let my hands roam across your skin, reading all your goosebumps like braille.
I'd listen to your body telling me how to respond, speaking with my hands in case my tongue and lips fail.

Nonverbal conversations because actions speak louder, and conversations getting crazy in these late hours.
Speaking yet not speaking. Kisses are breathtaking. Touching. Squeezing. Holding a conversation.

Nervous? I'm searching but i'm still uncertain. Think you can make this heart fulfill its purpose?
Beneath the surface I'm imperfect. Yet on the surface still imperfect. It makes no difference if we pull these curtains.

Let's leave them closed then and stay here. Lay here. Say we're in a race here, but i'm not tryna finish first...

Pillow talk and under covers with these conversations. Before I hit a home run i cover all my bases. ;)
 Apr 2015 Trā
Menelik
Love and War.
 Apr 2015 Trā
Menelik
I'm only trying to love myself to make up for me hating me.
I hate the way I hate myself but i just cant escape from me.
Tell myself I'll get it right and I just gotta wait for me,
but me is getting tired, meanwhile I'm just waiting patiently.

Trying to give myself a vision, I'm just trying to make me see,
That happiness is bread and life could really be a bakery.
Got a sweet tooth and negativity is cake to me.
Everybody watching, they just copying and pasting me.

Take the key, I'm trying to lock my thoughts inside a safe with me.
Looking in a mirror just to let myself debate with me.
I just wanna love my life, living, learning gracefully
But how can I uplift myself when all my thoughts are weight to me?

Racing through infinity I'm standing with the Trinity.
Me, Myself, and I, that's a triangle full of enemies.
Me, Myself, and I, in me so tell me where would you hide?
You wanna hear some painful irony? I have to choose sides.

Because I stay fighting myself and hurting me like am I serious?
There ain't enough room in this one body for the three of us.
No we cannot comfort us. Yes it makes us furious.
Screaming to ourselves like, "is anybody hearing us?"

Self inflicted pain. On this shelf I sit in vain.
Telling me about myself cause no one else would think its sane.
I hope you can relate.
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