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 Jun 2015
Meagan Marie
I don't know how much longer I can stand it...
This banging against my head,
the real me trying to get out,
will the pain ever stop?
Or does the real me have to shatter it's shell
to break free and end this pain?
 Jun 2015
Tea
and perhaps some mistakes
demand to be made,
who even knows what's
the reasoning behind it all
~
all i know is -
no matter how wrong
you may be for me -
i'm sure that you will be
*my favorite regret
I am incapable of explaining you
to anyone
 Jun 2015
Justin G
If you do not
know who I am
Do not look for me

I won't be meditating far out within the
Great Mountains of Mount Meru

You won't find me
At the top of a hourglass,
Nor will I be groomed in all black

I will smell of albacore
drenched in blood
and anguish
Kissing wingless
pigeons with one eye

I will be beneath
frozen pillars
amongst phantom
Cries

If you are still oblivious to my identity
Please don't hesitate to walk away from me
I will soon be buried elsewhere
under the Sahara Desert
In a tomb made from fire & brimstone

Better yet

I will be eaten alive in a dark forest
either by wolves, or devoured by snakes
under decomposed trees left to transpose

But if you truly have forgotten
Who I am?
Pay me no mind

I will be below land
drowning in the harsh seas of iceland
I will be starved with unspeakable scars
thorned from head to toe

I will be ****** into a black hole
deep within outer space
brutally beaten by asteroids in light speed
You won't find me desperately searching or striving
You will simply live on
Without me as if my
love never existed
This is a dark counterpart to my old poem
Look For Me
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/996149/look-for-me/
 Jun 2015
Miriam
i have to tell you

the thought of losing you
makes my stomach turn
my fingers tremble
and my chest ache with waves
of pain

because i've never wanted
anyone more
in my entire life
and it scares me that you have me
right in the palm of your hand

promise me you'll stay
unlike the others

promise me
you won't change your mind

promise me
that your promises
won't be bent
by passing time

that i am more than just a passing fancy
that you'd get bored of then leave
once someone with a prettier face
comes around knocking at your door

because you're starting to feel
like home

and nothing terrifies me more.
stay with me
 May 2015
Somewhere
Love isn't about deserving each other.

It's about loving each other despite our faults and flaws.

You obviously didn't get that when you left with the stupidest reason.

"You deserve someone better."

I deserve to be loved by someone who is human. Someone who makes mistakes and learns from them. I deserve someone who doesn't walk out just because things aren't going our way.

No, I deserve love.
 May 2015
Urmila
There is nothing romantic,
Nothing beautiful,
Nothing insightful,
Nothing strengthening,
Nothing poetic,
About missing you
It plain *****.
 May 2015
Urmila
I've come to think,
When you place someone on a pedestal,
And make them aware of it,
Even if they deserve it,
There's a burden you've placed on their shoulders,
A certain responsibility,
To live up to your idea of their being,
You stop them from being human,
Yes,
Placing people on pedestals
is an inhuman act
 Apr 2015
Shashank Gore
Have i done something wrong?
Why is there an ache in my heart?
Why does it feel that my is falling apart?
Why is it that i cant breathe enough?
Why does life seem to hang from up above?

I guess i did something wrong, or else it wouldn't have turned out this way.
The person i cared for so much about, couldn't have just shut me away.

But i wonder sometimes, is it she to be blamed?
Wasn't it the right thing to do?
Wasn't i wrong to ask for something which wasn't mine?
Wasn't she right when she said, stop! i can't stay up-till 9.
Wasn't i mistaken to think that our lives were intertwined.
Wasn't i really pushing the envelope all the while.

I need to let her go now as she belongs to someone else.
I can't do this to her, can't tear her apart,
She is a little special, just like a lemon ****.
It has to be goodbye now, need to clean up my deeds.
Because i am getting addicted to her, and she is becoming my ****.

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