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 Sep 2014
cierra fielding
I blame my family cause I don’t love me. I wouldn’t touch me, I’m ugly. 
I love you and I’m sorry that I’m distant. I don’t want you to know or listen. 
I don’t want to know, and I wish I was deaf. 
I hide behind my headphones.
Everytime I start to talk I choke. 
I clench onto my beautiful friends 
But it’s me in the end, and I’m afraid to be alone. 
I lay in my bed that holds no comfort
. My body hurts. 
A good night of sleep would amaze me.
I’m convinced I’m crazy. 
My own words scare me, I’m scary.
 Sep 2014
SøułSurvivør
Poetry is like a paper airplane,
it only flies if

it's thrown out there!


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 24, 2014
C'mon! Some of you out there
Are holdin' out on us!
 Sep 2014
eunsung aka Silas
there is a chill in my bones
the kind that cannot be rid of
by empty words of comfort

no amount of blankets
or wood in the fire can
bring warmth back to me

only when my frozen heart
begin to awaken by love
did the chill in me bones
fade like a distant memory
 Sep 2014
Ann M Johnson
I am not 2 worried about my numbers on this site, after all I don't enjoy math.
I much prefer people and poetry, than numbers and math.
 Sep 2014
Gwen Johnson
I wish I didn't feel so much
Because only now that I let you go
Does it truly feel like I'm falling
 Sep 2014
Joshua Haines
I'm in love with someone's daughter
living in the shards of a broken home
Cutting herself on two year-old letters
These are moments she can't fake;
reasons to feel alone
So used to abuse, her tears start to shake
I hold her close as her head starts to ache
"I love you too much,
so I can't let your heart break."
She said, "I know you love me,
but you've made a mistake."

I never meant for anyone to be my pulse.
I promise not to step on your feet
if you teach me how to waltz.
 Sep 2014
Awesome Annie
You ask his name,
because you can see it written on my lips.

His light fills cracks and corners,
Banishing darkness that lurks in between.

Whispers of hope for this to blossom with time.

He's every other heartbeat.

It's written on my lips.

But his name is mine to keep.

Don't worry,
You've never heard of him.
 Sep 2014
Helen
You write the most beautiful words
for the woman in your life
I get it now, I'm such a cow
I only see destruction and strife
I'm lying right next to him
just now, as I write
he doesn't know
I'm twisting the knife
I want to be that woman
so proud, so bold
but in his eyes I've grown
so bitter, so cold
except I've had to weather
such unexpected plans
that all I can do
is look down
at my upturned hands
palms out in supplication
raised as a defence
ready to hold against a cheek
that doesn't take offence
I read words from such males
that hold a vow so sacred
and epiphanies become true to me
that leave me standing raw and naked
dedicated to so few that know their woman :)
 Sep 2014
Ann M Johnson
I sometimes have many thoughts running through my head.
The ideas are overflowing the words seem to be flowing off my pen.
Other days I dread, my mind is quiet I am out of ideas.
The add a poem button seems to taunt me.
The writers block it haunts me.
In the silence of my mind I find no comfort.
I want to be brimming with ideas.
I would rather feel some intense emotion, love or devotion.
I can write about Love or loss.
It is tough to feel uninspired.
I don't feel comfortable with the silence of my mind.
 Sep 2014
Echo
Why do you hate me so much?
Why do you break my heart?
I gave you my all, I really did.
You used to love me, you know.
You said you wanted it to be us.
Liar.
Only you can fix my heart out of everyone!
But you hate me now.
So I guess I'm nothing.
When do you want me to **** myself?
Just say the word Andy.
If you don't love me,
If I am a disappointment to you.
Then there is no point to live.
This is it Andy.
The knife is on the counter.
I would cry if you killed yourself,
But you're laughing.
Goodbye.
Wait, I'm sorry.
No, nevermind.
Goodbye.
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Nobody loves me. Nobody.
Give me one reason to live Andy.
You were it but you left.
So what does it matter?
 Sep 2014
Musfiq us shaleheen
///

After a long time from its origin,
the river has bend into two ways
it has intersected by a *******,
on a meandering belt,
created an angel between two lives

One has moved toward the right,
a narrow uneven sway,
that tributary stream has flown on fight
as if it one will be die within a short way

Another, that I have traveled
the straight stream,
a simplest form of life with a distinct velocity
may be at the sea where it will be settled
but that little one has made my curiosity

Yet, I see that one
how it has gone
i think about its trend
and feel how it will be end

A boat is waiting along with the *******
i don’t know,
why do it wait and whom for!
and where, it will go!  
all sorts of thing I feel when I have stood on my toe  

///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
life is moving straight but it flows through sway...........
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