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 Feb 2016
Pastell dichter
I almost saw the stars,
Jupiter, Venus and Mars.
But you stole my wings from me,
And replaced them with a cheep plastic mockery.
I ran away tonight,
Ran from the dull city lights.
I ran away in the rain,
hoping it would wash away my pain.
But the dark was lonely,
It didn't consume me.
Maybe I'll have better luck next time,
Maybe I'll come up with a better rhyme.
i don't know where this came from
 Jan 2016
Jesse Davey
Silence. Just Silence.

I thought I would cope with your Absence.

Wrong. My heart yonders for only One.

You. I yearn for Only You.
Only You can see me through this Loneliness.

It's Hopeless, I'm wishing and crying just to hear your voice.

Don't Toy with me, I had no choice, but to go.

And yet, even though it was me who left, who pulled the Trigger on this chain of events, I'll still wait by the phone.

Why? Because if I don't, I'm all Alone.
 Jan 2016
Nightingale74
I broke your heart.
I made you cry…
Don’t you know that kills me?
In making my mistake, I hurt me
And I hurt you.
They say through your Mercy,
Your heavenly Grace,
Your sweet forgiveness,
I can be forgiven.
My nice white dress
Soaked in scarlet,
Bleeding crimson,
Can be clean again.
But how is that fair?
You died on the cross for me,
You let them drive crude cut nails
Into your gentle, loving hands.
With a crown of thorns upon your holy head,
They mocked you.
You cried in anguish,
“Take this cup from me…”
And bled from every pore.
I was up there watching.
Standing silently, doing nothing.
I watched you suffer for me.
I watched you pay for my failures,
My mistakes,
My weaknesses.
Why did you do that?
Because now, when it’s my turn to live,
My turn to suffer,
You don’t stand idly and watch me cry.
You hold my hand,
You dry my tears,
You give me strength.
Why?
Why have you done this for me?
You bled for me,
You cried for me,
You hurt for me.
Yet for my mistakes,
For the pain I’ve caused you,
All I can say is sorry?
“Sorry” can’t be enough…
Can it?
How can I walk away unscathed
While you bear my scars?
 Jan 2016
Jack Thompson
This might be the last time I see you
before you leave...

What if I told you?...

The most important thing to me this year
was meeting you.
That we've become great friends
that could do anything together and
I really value how special that is
- how special you are.

When I look at you I see
the most amazing person
I'll meet in this lifetime.

But I can't let you get on that plane
and disappear into the sunset
without you knowing how much
I respect and completely adore you.
How much I wish I could act on that.

I have no regrets, no expectations, just a full heart.
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015
 Jan 2016
Nightingale74
My heart hurts.
I wish that I could unthink
The things I've thought tonight.
I want things to stay the way they are,
I want to let our little sprout
Grow into the rose it yearns to be.

I think I love you.
Cause the thought of never again
Seeing that beautiful smile of yours,
Makes my heart ache.

I know I never should have
Opened my heart to you.
From the very start,
This love was destined to end.
It was a wishful fantasy;
An all-too-perfect dream.
But even so...
If I were given the chance
To remake my choice,
I think I'd do it all again.
Because this hurt,
These tears that I'm about to cry,
Are proof that what I'm feeling is real.

I don't want to let you go,
I don't want to see this end.
It's been perfect,
And I've loved every minute of it.
But I think it's best if we stop.
Cause if it hurts now,
How much more will it hurt,
If we wait till our hearts are closer?
I wish that I could unthink
The things I’ve thought tonight.
 Jan 2016
lluvia de abril
I don’t know if you know
I carry you
in an involuntary sigh
in a constant exodus of yearning
and in the frantic deepness of all
nostalgic thought, shaking time and distance
to place me near you
in the closeness of your warmth
remembered

I carry you in sorrow
precipitated
in the absence of your voice
and in the memory of your rib cage molded
in the shape of ardent weakness
my embrace

I carry you, the braille at the tip of my fingers
life drawn in lines on my left palm
and in the carcass of calm interrupted
by the pounding of a heart’s ill-time

I don't know if you know, but
I carry you in the crown of memories consoled
and in the spine of excess
where I fall, between involuntary sighs
defeated
in your skin remembered
from the confines
of the heart
On a night...just a night.

— The End —