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 Jun 2014
happily anonymous
I hope our love will be like a photograph.
with still smiles and memories that last forever.
this way our love will not end, but be frozen in time
LOVE
 Jun 2014
Luna Lynn
Tangled in the sheets
while your fingers play in places unseen,
your heart hides a monster that won't allow you to feel such things.
When she finally falls into the warming breeze and smiles at your gaze, you will shatter her hopes into shards of glass that will cut her apart for days.
You bitter man you,
will you ever change your ways?

A tightened jaw will forever keep the secret she held on for too long,
for how foolish of her to fall in love with a monster.
You'll catch her tear in your gnashing teeth in an angry thrash thereafter,
because you have realized how foolish you've been to have lost her.
So it's then you'll lure her in with your broken promises and infatuating praise,
leaving her once again broken and shattered for days.
You bitter man you,
will you ever change your ways?

She will find her strength one day,
and you'll have no choice but to turn away.
But, like the evil you are,
you'll await in the debths of the shadows,
hidden within the valleys of her heart.
You know exactly the spots within her
that have become rot with decay;
desperate and waiting for a healing,
patiently waiting for change.
Is this why you can never meet her gaze?
Look into her eyes and dare to see the damage you cannot undo,
you bitter man you.

...
(C) Maxwell 2014
 Jun 2014
Amitav Radiance
A broken heart
Its wound invisible
Yet it bleeds the soul
Of even the last hope*









© Amitav (Radiance)
 Jun 2014
pastelflowr
You think you're tough enough?
To leave bruises on the others' body
To make a scar on the others' face

You think you're perfect?
To insult the others
Saying their existence is a ******* jokes

Do you proud of it?
Does it worth?

What did you gained?
Satisfaction?
Victory?

From your deepest heart
Don't you feel sorry for them?
They're physically and mentally
Broken by you

And you
Laughing at them
Saying they deserve this?

Is there
No humanity
Live inside you?

People like you guys
Don't deserve to be called human
Neither be called animal
'Cause animal isn't as devil as you

Just remember
This world is round
What goes around
Comes around
So, for the bullies
Please stop
'Cause it's hurt be the victims
 Jun 2014
SG Holter
Blue sky lightning bolt.
This is not a sunburn.

Struck to the Ground of
Gratitude by the merciless

Fist of serendipity as I toss the
Puzzle in the air and watch the

Pieces land perfectly in place.
Knowing lightning won't hit twice

I stand back mindblown and blissful.
For the first time in so long

The Man Upstairs and I speak
The same language.

There's listening to be done
On both sides.
 Jun 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
If I Could Only See You

If I could only see you
Just one more time again
I would tell you how I feel
Let you see within

Show you all the things you missed
Since you've been away
Give you all the love I have
Ask you to please stay

I wish that you could hear me
And know these words are true
This love I have fills my heart
And will always be for you

They say that time will heal the pain
And this hurt will slowly fade
That deep inside I'll hear your voice
And you'll help me through each day

If I could only see you
Just one more time again
I'd thank you for the time we had
My true love and my best friend

If I could Only see you

*Carl Joseph Roberts
For all those who have loved and lost. It may be a Wife or Husband, Lover, Family Member or Someone Dear. It may be from a Death or Divorce or a Long Term Break Up. This is about the hurt that's felt inside. I hope you can feel this one.
 Jun 2014
Luna Lynn
Should I jab this ink into my jugular and let the words express themselves in a manner never seen before?
All the while I pour out every single emotion ever known to exist in my being onto puddles of madness on the floor
Maybe that will allow the world to see the words for what they really are and judge the poet not
And the world can envision its own rolling fields of golden daisies in a soil made from carefully sifted rock
Praise the blood that bleeds profusely upon the lines of every page
And bless the minds of the loved and lost who discovered pain at an early age
Allow me to place the cap so carefully back atop the pen so that you may take my metaphors and open doors and churn them in your heart and head
It's only when I stop bleeding
that I am truly dead
(C) Maxwell 2014
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