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  Aug 2018 Ana Sweeney
exist
thank god i can’t write good poetry
the best poetry comes from pain and hurt if you ask me
so although i can’t write like i used to
at least it means i’m doing alright
hurting is healing
  Jul 2018 Ana Sweeney
She Writes
There is too much regret
In unspoken words
The quiet thoughts
Whispered only to the moon

There is too much longing
In wishful thinking
Daydreams
Can quickly become a nightmare

There are too many tears
Spilled onto pillows
Over suffering and longing
From words unsaid
Ana Sweeney Jul 2018
Love with neither your
heart nor your mind, but
with your soul.

For even though your heart
may stop, and your mind may
forget, your soul will live
on forever.
  Jul 2018 Ana Sweeney
Ashari Ty

Skies are beautiful
They have clouds
But they still cry

Why wouldn't you?

You are beautiful
You have poems
You can cry too
Because crying is honesty to your emotions, and honesty is beautiful ;)
Ana Sweeney Jul 2018
In the space behind her eyelids

Nobody knows

Puts on a grade A performance

the pain never shows

Happier days now

outnumbered by lows

and the girl she once knew

Lives in the shadows
  Mar 2018 Ana Sweeney
ivy
I settle for less
Because less is more
Right?
Love yourself before you love someone else. You may find you are stuck when you are in love. If you need love, don't crawl and scratch your way to find it. It's in yourself.
Ana Sweeney Mar 2018
“It’s different.”

“What is?”

Everything.

It’s dull, faded... fading.

Like a memory or an old photo.

It no longer feels like her life.

It must be someone else’s, right?

She’s lost, a wanderer.

Like embers floating in the wind.

Directionless.

How did it come to this?
I haven’t written anything in a while so forgive this clumsy attempt.
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