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 Nov 2015
Alvira Perdita
i've never felt
more alone
than when
you leave
without
warning
Short.
 Nov 2015
Pax
I tried to stop being depress,
and start making friends.
But then…
I build too many walls,
Just to hide my flaws
always fearing they’ll crumble.
And...
In the end I can’t stop my thoughts
when I’m alone, reoccurring questions it sought.
Burdens comes falling,
Rushing like the tide, washing
pushing away
the happy mask
I wore.
I haven't been writing much as of late. Maybe because like the first two lines said. Yes, I did make some friends and bond with them. It's great being able to joke around and laugh here and there... But I know deep down I still built too many walls, they can't see what's there, Perhaps I am too good in wearing this mask, that some people didn't see what's lurking behind it.
 Nov 2015
brandon nagley
Whilst other's hope for life
I'm picturing death;
Verily I'm a freak
One who long's for the lighted tunnel's guest's.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
 Nov 2015
jeffrey conyers
Those brown eyes.
That warm smile.
That sweet heart.
You a wonderful and exciting woman.

Your nice hugs.
Your common sense approach.
You're  deserving of a toast.
Besides , you're the one I love the most.
Yes, I'm talking 'bout you.

Angels upon earth lies within you.
Yes, I'm talking 'bout you.
Yes, wonderful, wonderful you.
 Nov 2015
Françoise
She did not know how to live,
How to breathe,
How to kiss,
How to love.

She only knew how to die -
Every time she came back -
From her dreamy haze,
She died.
A little bit inside,
More than ever before,
She broke,
She cried.

She was looking, behind her shades, a way to escape,
She could blends -
In crowds,
In people's live,
But she knew she was still alive,
But dead inside all she wanted -

Was to disappear.

Disappear and never come back.
 Nov 2015
Shan Coralde
I yearn for you.
Your voice
Your smile
Your touch

Thing is,
We're both busy
with all our stuff
We never noticed

the space we're adding between us
Whyyyyyyyyyyy doeeessss ittttt huuurrrrtttt ****.
I have posted endless
letters to my beloved
to open them when I'm
gone and trickle a tear
for us maybe many
moons, suns, stars, look at us!
we probably exist in sunlight
wretched the same  between
betweexed white clouds
floating on fantastic
feathers   hope awaits us
one apt day pierced with
blazing light sinking
softly unheard
fainting
resignation dissolvin'
astonished silent
boundaries  
of flesh crystalized
of transcendense being
pregnant with your heart

felt transcendental height?
It's been trembling
These ******* moments
crashing crashing
into one another
smashing
the given time
reality scope  
long leak
of remotness
flowersprings and
stolen dreams
and we're done!
for such a minor great
distance   I'll die anyhow
somwhere not soon
without you
which I love  without
any reasonable substance
.
 Nov 2015
Daniela Ascensão
she has
white lips and pale face
she is drown in the sea
without no faith
she is a mermaind
lost in a dark ocean
living a life
without passion
- d.a
 Nov 2015
CautiousRain
Why is it* that I hold my breath,
and my heart stops beating?

My skin runs cold, and I wonder,
how much patience do I have left?

Why is it that when I think I've made it,
that I can finally exhale,
I find myself frozen in time?
Food for thought. I'm just rambling at this point.
 Nov 2015
Alicia
I bet you miss her
maybe for her tiny tummy
or how her eyes were brighter than mine
your shirt was hers before you gave it to me
sometimes you might still see her in it
maybe no matter how beautiful you want to think I am
you miss her in that shirt
little things like dinner time or winter time or anytime
you'll catch a scent of her
maybe it'll be how her clothes smelt like a florist shop or how her tiny socks looked on top of the dryer after playing in the snow
a song reminds you of how she could sing out of key absolutely perfectly  and then you look at me and think
I do miss her
this I have came to know
you'll think to yourself regretfully
why did  I stop and let her go
im kinda sad, and it's kinda midnight so here's this
 Nov 2015
Lb
I kept every flower you have ever given  me.
I fed them until they ceased life.
Then I dried out the beautiful broken fragments that were left
Because I have a plan.

Today you gave me flowers
But these were a different type of flowers.
These were I'm Sorry flowers,  
You've never given me I'm sorry flowers before

I don't know if I want to keep these like I have the other ones.

Because I have a plan for all the dead flowers

I want them at our wedding,

But these flowers are sorry, and I don't know if I want all the other flowers polluted by the Sorry ones.
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