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 Nov 2014
Helen
Breathe in, Breathe out
one, two, three
When I die
I leave nothing

you see?

I leave no words spoken
just written in time
They won't weather
on parchment
They will just disintegrate
as pixels exploding
All new stars appearing
will someday day be mine

And the pictures I painted
will be painted over again
One day when they are remembered
they maybe scraped back
I'll be remembered then

When I die,
I'll take nothing with me
I'll take no conscious thought
or fundamental memory

I'll take no decisions
that affect my past
I'll take no hatred
because at the last

All I have written
all I have painted
all that I wished
in innocence
would be tainted

When I die
it will just be me
*my couple of regrets
and a million subconscious
memories
Good morning, Good evening and Good Night :)
 Nov 2014
Traveler
Worth
How aimlessly
We're measured
Wealth over health
Charity over compassion
Beauty over kindness

True teary-eyed empathy
Means little
A simple distortion
A white noise
In the background
Of difficult solutions
Not yet found

I'm sorry
No one can
Save you from
Yourself
So find your
Worth
And measure
It well...
Traveler Tim
Re to 03-17
 Nov 2014
Amitav Radiance
Night, smeared
In the morning sky
Melancholic feelings
Casts a shadow
The fire is doused
Only ashes remain
 Nov 2014
Ashley Nicole
I got a taste
Of your absence
From my life
When I woke up
With my eyes wet
And hands clenched
Visions of your leaving
Swirling in my head
I became stone
And not one part of me
Wanted to move
Afraid I may crack
But only after
I fought through the
Haze of last night
I realize I was only dreaming
My heart is removed
From the guillotine
And relief washes
Over my stiff body
Oh deary, this isn't
The first time
My dreams have
Pained me like this
It'd be better if I woke up next to you
 Nov 2014
Ashley Nicole
Tangled in
Wrinkled bed sheets
And foggy thoughts
It's still there
The monster I tried
Running from last night
Is ramming its horns
Into my bruised ribs
My appearance resembling
A lazy, hopeless stoner
All of September
Has been a blur
Wiggle into yesterday's clothes
To meet up with the dealer
Just to purchase some
Temporary happiness
Just so the edges
Of my mouth
Could crack
The frown lines
"**** it."
I said
With the flick
Of the lighter
It's not even about
Getting high anymore
It's about escaping
Even for just a while
Flew on auto pilot for a majority of September
 Nov 2014
DiamondGirl
When you said-
       "Once it's over, it's over"
I couldn't help but think,
I hope it will never be over between us.
And if the day finds us not together
I hope I will have had some sort of positive impact on your life.
You are my soul mate.
Our life together has changed me
In so many ways that I feel
What may come
       "It will never be over, you'll always have a place in my heart"
 Nov 2014
Louise
'alone'

That word

   'stands'

all alone

so small

yet its meaning

so enormous!

It's one of the biggest
feelings that I know.

The smallest word
   that shoots
  the fiercest pain ..
                        
  to our hearts
Wrote this a few weeks ago. Feeling ok now
 Oct 2014
Queen
we may not be the most obvious expressionists,
for we keep our special pen and papers,
folders,
diaries hidden from the world,
and once we enter our secret world,
that's when we fully open up to our paper,
and the  pen becomes a reflection of our hearts,
the thoughts impregnating our minds,
falls like waterfalls onto our paper,
our pen becomes a existing object in our lives,
we create him as our best friend,
lover,
as he writes down all our desires,
secrets,
feelings we hide in our hearts, to afraid to tell anyone what goes on in our head.
never stop writing dear poets and poetesses, your writings draw the most beautiful pictures ever to exist in this world.
 Oct 2014
Traveler
Lost in the shadows
Are the building blocks
Of the dark poets

Pre-operational
Innocence
Trying to fit in
But the dysfunctions
Left wounds
And walls within

The ignorance of societies
Left its mark
Condemning
Then branding
The misguided heart

Subconscious reaction
Ideologies that captivate
And disturb the measure
Of normal
Thus
The Dark Poet
Was born...
 Oct 2014
Traveler
Our hopes for you may fall short
Of the dangers of life’s desires
And although you may not see it now
This world is a consuming fire

Yet we will always have room for you
In our hearts and in our home
A place for you to stop and rest
From the long and weary road
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