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  Apr 2014 Dia
Fon
Wish to be where you are
Having funny convo
Laugh along
Not living this far

It hurts to see you there
And I am here
When all I want
Is to be near
  Apr 2014 Dia
William Butler Yeats
NEVER give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy.  Kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.
  Apr 2014 Dia
Michael Amery
I broke again today.
Mind caged behind emotions
Not of my making,
Not of my choosing.

The tempest whipped up
By foreign deities
Which reside inside
Whom do not mask their hate.

I cry out for your help
Even as I strike your hand
When you reach for me.

Yet you stand resolute
In the wake of my broken fury,
Birthing new love within me
As I find strength in numbers
For I am no longer alone.
Dia Apr 2014
I want to cry; he's more than 500 miles away
That Class A drug is begging
To, once again, flow through his veins
And I can't do a ****** thing to help
Because I'm here and he's there and that's how it stays

He calls me baby and tells me not to cry,
But I just can't help it
I want to curl up in bed with him tonight
And help him through this. But I can't.

Babe, this *****.
***** when you can't help someone you care for through troubling times
  Apr 2014 Dia
david badgerow
poetry was much more fun when i was a cynic.
i wrote about politics and mushroom trips.
i wrote on mental illness and suicide.
i wrote with a pencil on clean white paper,
and i wasn't in love with the idea of being in love.
  Apr 2014 Dia
Jack
If only my broken heart
could remember
to forget you
Dia Apr 2014
My thighs are stinging and bleeding
My head so badly aches
My breaths come out as heaving
My hands shake

I tried on my prom dress
And it made me break down and cry
So full of regret,
I guess I'll just stay home that night
Did you know that I'm unhappy?
So depressed that I want to die
No one cares enough to help me, though
I'll just try to keep to myself; it's alright
I look disgusting in my prom dress and it depressed me so I wrote a poem about it. *shrug*
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