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 Jul 2016
NV
BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY TIMES IN LIFE,
I HAVE WOKEN UP,
AND SOMEBODY WASN'T THERE.
SO MUCH SO,
THAT EVENTUALLY I STOPPED WANTING TO WAKE UP AT ALL.
SO YES,
YES I'M STILL AFRAID TO FALL ASLEEP AT NIGHT,
AND I'M AFRAID TO LOVE,
ESPECIALLY TO LOVE.
I’m a cliché.
I’m a walking broken piece of glass,
insisting my glimmer is different
than all of the other fissures of society.
I seem to think there is something romantic
about living like I hate myself.
I am not only comfortable with being unhealthy,
I welcome it with kisses and perfume.
 Oct 2015
Eve
whenever i hear your voice
or that name of yours
my insides cramp,
and i find myself lighting another menthol cigarette,
once again realizing that it’s much sweeter than you ever were
I tried a little bit harder on this one
 Oct 2015
curlygirl
he doesn't know it
but when i lay in his bed
my mind is stringing together
adjectives and airy phrases,
trying unsuccessfully to
pin down the emotions
he breathes into me.

he doesn't know it
but when i kiss his skin,
i imagine my lips
peppering his chest
neck and arms with
ink stains that morph
into words like "lover"
and "darling".

he doesn't know it
but the smile he shares
with me under the covers
is pressed firmly
into the corners
of my heart,
begging to be immortalized
in words.
 Oct 2015
Matt
"Have a great day"
Or "Have a nice day"

It's just a day
It's neither great
Nor small

Stupid people
Repeat the same things
Over and over

Do you know anyone
That leads a meaningless
And unexamined life?

I do
Simply content
To do nothing
Until the day they die
A miserable waste
Their entire life
Amounts to nothing
 Oct 2015
Zonika van Zijl
Oh the undescribable beauty
That your forest hold,
And how much it tells
Without a single word being told.

Each and every wanderer
Being called,
By the sun shining through the trees
Looking like little streaks of gold.

The pathway that leads to total
Freedom of the soul,
And you're in your element
When the birds starts to call.

Oh how truly beautiful
Your forest are,
It's just sad
That it has to be so far.

-ZvZ-
 Oct 2015
Poet kiri
It's said
That a picture is worth
A thousand words
Yet today
A glimpse of life
Writes  a
Series  of novels

The word impossible
Lacks an existence
For we have done
it possible the unbelievable

Bringing hell
Upon Heaven
Yet still
Bare to live in it

Humanity is a failed
Experiment in this scientific lab
Where we going as the end gets closer
The truth is set to put us on the wrong
In a time like know
We  need the key to freedom
Not only choose a new destiny
But one for our home
Stop searching
The answer is in front of you
Have a glimpse
And listen to the
Voices of the poetic mirror

You can't ******* a giant
With a vision, is a plan

If dreams are delivered by
Passing comets
There worth a wish
We grant ourselves
Yet prosper to make them valid

To be  seen is
You looking in the mirror
To be  felt is
Facing the world head on.


©Hansmind, 2015
Hey guys it been a while since i posted but i am back.
Thanks for the continuous support with the posted poems already.
This poem is part of my collection STATUS RATED .
(which i recently completed).
Read, Enjoy, Share and Like
Thank you.
#STATUS RATED R.
 Oct 2015
Sakina Shah Perver
Don't say you love me, unless
you have seen me dancing in the rain.
I know you won't mean it, until
you've also seen me struggling through pain.
 Sep 2015
Lane Bohman
See how dim the light in my eyes?
Shutter,
glance,
and then I'm gone.

I can taste the groan
(warrant a sigh)
Boy, lick your lips
Your soul bleeds dry.

Do you remember the times of old?
When the
wonder of the winter wind
didn't only
bring the cold?

When did you forget
the color of the sun?
**Is it so hard to recall?
 Sep 2015
JS
whats it like
to have no one?

Have no one
be no one's son,
love no one
so no one loves,
drugs a bit
but who was drugs?

She's the answer
of who
who was.

She was who?

a constant buzz,
buzzing around
a constant bug,
bugging for thoughts
but wheres the bud?

Budding up crops
of regretted hugs,
hugging the lost
to share the grudge,
grudging the thought
of being judged,
judging yourself
cause there's no love.-JS
donde esta el amor?
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