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I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside
I want to scream, I want to cry
Why can't I just tell him goodbye

I want to move on; I can't let go
I love him more than he'll ever know
Memories come, when I'm alone
Thinking about all the things that I've been told
I want to start over, I want to be free
But this pain and memories just won't leave me

"If I am stressing you out, then you should just forget about me,"
How could you think it's so easy?
He hurt me bad, the pain is deep;
From all the promises he couldn't keep
All the things I heard him say,
Are in my head and just won't fade

How can I forget him, leave him behind?
Erase the memories from my mind?
He doesn't love me, and he never will
He will never care about how I feel
Originally written and inspired on 24/8/17 by Chloe Keane Sapphire Lim
Edited on 22/11/17
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 Jan 26
She walks down the street
Her clothes drenched with rain
Her soul was crushed
Her heart was lost
Only herself to blame

Her face is a mask
To hide the pain
But deep inside
She knows that she
Will never be the same

She feels empty, worthless
Tired, bland and weak
Nobody cares
No one to lean on
Tears steadily run down her cheeks

With a cry of frustration
She stamps her feet
And tilts her head to scream
She hates that her life
Will never be complete

You meant the world to her
And she let you get away
The only one for her
Who made her feel loved
She regrets it everyday
My first poem I've shared. Please let me know what you think.
 Jan 25
I know we're on a roll babe,
I love the time we share,
I know you love me now though,
I've yet to travel there,
These voices in my head dear,
They toy with me so much,
I worry you will tire love,
I'm not afraid as such,
Just thinking way too loud but,
My quietened mind is close,
For you have made a promise,
And you, I trust the most,
Just tell me that you love me,
And love my quirky ways,
So we can get to living,
Our next one million days...

(C) 22/01/2020
 Jan 24
Kurt Philip Behm
With memory escaping,
you stare down the hall

From that place where you hang,
last nail in the wall

You once were a sovereign,
you used to be real

What death left in tribute
—your portrait conceals

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
 Jan 23
Hadrian Veska
We sleep at the base of the mountain
Waiting for the path to be made
Through slopes and trees
Great boulders and caves
Back to the summit above
Yet as we wait the mountain grows
Every day whether an inch or a foot
Extending further into the sky
Unreachable and unattainable
We were promised soemthing greater
Than all those who came before us
And yet here we are
Below their accomplishments
With no way forward and no path up
To the summit of the mountain
We begin to understand
Something is missing
Something hidden or obscured
Whether by time or by purpose
And without this knowledge
Lost as it may seem
The glory of the summit
May never be revealed
So let us search now
Within and without
A hunt unending beyond what we know
That we might come at last
To stand atop that mountain
The birthright of us all
 Jan 22
Jack Jenkins
He's worn the same clothes for a week
He hopes no-one notices the heart on his sleeve
the heart that bleeds
Lies that he's kept in the brim of his hat
Wondering what's the same
Wandering different towns that
feel the same
Pondering the shame
Longing just to be in control
But he can't indulge
So he self-medicates
So he can meditate
On all the things wrong
That can't be made right
On all the things he writes
Poems that won't be read
only seen
So he can hide behind his words
but he always gets what he
//On writing and reflections//
 Jan 21
He's so like a lion with a fearsome roar and yet he's gentle as a lamb and he makes my spirit soar.

He's kind and compassionate and has an open heart. He's been after mine for a while now to give it a jump start.

He's lovable and funny, and he makes me blush. It's not because he's crass but so willing to let love give him a rush.

And now after years of being alone, I see my heart as held steady in his, and I am not on my own.

Which lends itself to some challenges, but nothing we can't face.

Because the best part about this is we found each other in a pool of God's grace.
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 Jan 20
Hadrian Veska
The Moss devours time
This place is unchanged
Swirling in the mists
Of am eternal forest
The Moss gently covers all
Not smothering
But tenderly enveloping
Protecting from the ravages of time
This house I know has been here
Since before I was born
And yet only I look older
The weather effecting me more
Than the wood and tile here
I am old or so I feel
I believe I will lay down for a while
And feel the Moss around me
 Jan 20
Hadrian Veska
Down in drops
Never more than three
From the highway above
The stars encapsulated in them
Time flows backward
Or so one would think
Yet the reality hidden to us
Is far more unique

Jupiter passes through us
Ephemeral and ethereal
It's orbit lost long ago
The fortress moon
Now rests upon us
Bearing down upon our souls
With it's unblinking gaze

Our Onlyborn moon
Who raised us from youth
Lies shattered and drowned
In the depths of the sea
And after it's death
Will the sun soon follow
Leaving no light
But that of the watched
Great Birulon displaced
 Jan 18
Hadrian Veska
I've heard the words
Of other minds
I've crossed the boundary
Where mundane defines
All that we are
And all we do
We know nothing yet
Pretend we do

I ask you to stop
For a moment and pray
No memorized whispers
You learned on Sunday  
Stop what you're doing
Take your time alone
Admit to your weakness
You're worn to the bone

It's ok to be weak
But pray to be strong
It's ok to be foolish
It doesn't take long
To feel a fire burning
However faintly so
To know that when praying
You are not alone

A simple prayer
Prayed earnestly and often
Has far more power
That one could ever know
 Jan 17
Jack Jenkins
I missed the moment to kiss you
You would have tasted the pestilence on my lips

Dried lips suffocated by dust form the word "goodbye"
For love has run its due course on this coarse heart

Weariness has worn down what hope was once planted
But darling love doesn't grow in trees, does it?

so why did it have to die?
//On love//
 Jan 11
Hadrian Veska
Meager roads
Naught but dirt and stone
Paths not tread
Since distant moans

Were howled from the cliffs above

Now the howling
From the wind in the brush
The bleached out bones
Of those who rushed

So swift to meet their ill fate

I will take my time
In reaching that place
That cardinal city
Of splendor and grace

I ponder if it still stands
For someone who has no where to go
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