'He spoke about his scars with uncertainty'
I looked at them with admiration

'He said
He had
Cigarettes
Put out
On his back'

Oh how many tears
have been stuck in your lacrimal sac?
and how many infarcts
are in your lungs?

How many cells of yours
are apoptotic?

And how tired
is your heart
from pumping
blood
to your scars,
in hopes
that there would be tissue to feed
and skin to color...?

...in hopes
that in some way
you have gotten back
to normal?


little does your heart know
you're better than normal
you're special
you're delightful,

"I love you"

There was something...
in the way the curtains moved
behind the closed window

like the glass
could not bear the wind
it just had to
let it in
...

Rachel was my best friend
and her favorite memory of us
was when I told her she was

I don't see Rachel anymore
We barely text because we lead very busy lives

She travels now
Around the world
Down to her 10$ somewhere she loves being

And I live in the place I love too

Rachel and I were best friends

I miss Rachel, and I know she misses me too

Drifting apart is a part of life
but its a very sad part
the memories shared will be forgotten
or changed

It's a very sad story
but it still didn't end

I hope I see Rachel again
and I hope that we become best friends again

Back in the day,
there were no cellphones,
so when people made plans
they did not confirm them


Can you imagine that?
Being completely dependent on the fact that someone is showing up

Looking for them in the crowds

Praying nothing has happened to them,
Worrying

You can't communicate with them in any way.

What you can and should do is:

have faith in them; trust them

They should know: this trust once torn, cannot be stitched
and if this is not motive enough for them to come
then nothing is

Yellow is what I am
happy is what I make you feel.

Use me, then throw me
and you'll trip by my peel.

I'm healthy, I'm sweet,
If in a hurry, I take seconds to eat.

All on my own, I'm a dish
but with peanut butter, I'm delic.

I'm good for your brain
I'm good for your heart

*There's a reason why monkeys are smart.

Don't ask me which pen is best
for writing

Don't ask me which font is best
for typing

Don't ask me which fabric is best
for running

Don't ask me which thread is best
for flossing

Don't ask me which shoes are best
for walking

I'm not saying it doesn't matter
I'm saying: START
I'm saying: CONTINUE

I'm saying: DON'T OVERTHINK THIS
I'm saying: **Consistency is key

You told me about this,
But I still liked hot dogs
What was a keyboard doing
running across mountains in the snow?

running away from the unsaid words?
break the vicious cycle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
of dreaming about you...
eat them burgers and sing them anthems,  blaaah
don't forget to burn them bridges.


but don't burn yourself ...

cuz you're wearing my shirt

After what we have ends,
I want you to know
that I'm okay.
I don't cry myself to sleep
neither do I stalk you on facebook

I don't talk to my friends about you
I don't stare at the pictures we took

I don't daydream about what could have been
I don't even remember that look...

That look you gave me when
you first saw me

the same look you gave me
when you said goodbye

The look you always gave me
when I wasn't even looking

The look I always loved..

I forgot it.

I can't believe this was me
I can't believe this is me

How
HOW

I have bones and a beating heart
a forgetful brain
and a new start

I don't remember this
It hurts me
I am crying
I am sad

Stop the pain
Substance P


WHY
why

When was that

I know when it was
in my heart

start
start
start


don't
go





please
thank you


I'm sorry
I am so sorry
I am so incredibly sorry

Sometimes I just wanna be embraced
so deeply
that I forget all my mistakes.
Handle me with caution,
for I may break.
On the verge of collapse
my stability is at stake.
Be gentle, I am tender
In your arms, my body will flake.

Know,
if you are struggling to remember something
then there is something you're struggling to forget

We can't remember unless we forget.

As I laid my head on your chest,
I felt your heart beat faster

I don't think I'd ever forget
that moment

when even your heart
was cheering for us

Only people with potential
find potential in others.
For it takes a lot of potential
to admit in other people's competence.

If you keep wanting what you don't have,
*you'll never have what you want

And as you held your bags
preparing to leave,

I felt pain

the kind of pain you feel
when a terrible bruise starts to fade away
when you know the worst has passed

don't you get it?
you were my bruise

and despite the pain I felt
I am truly glad you left

What they call you, when you refuse to conform to society.

I told you I love winter,
and you thought that will change
when the cold numbs my feet
but it didn't

I told you I love vacations
and you thought that will change
when long vacations leave me unproductive
but it didn't

I told you I love you
and you thought that will change
when you break my heart
but it didn't

Loving you was like loving winter
a constant in my equation

and although I was never really great at math
I learned how to make a system of two equations

you are not a constant in my life's equation

**but you are a constant in my heart's equation

You used to see things as black and white, until I came along; you saw grey for the first time
I was everything you needed, but nothing you thought you wanted

I still get nightmares
... or shall I call them dreams
of things
I could've done better

and whenever I open my eyes
I feel the regret and misery
destroying what's left of me
...

I'm sorry, old me.

We called ourselves the heroes of tomorrow,
not knowing we were living our today-s
in all the wrong ways

my dear
its fear

don't let it near
don't let it here

my dear
its fear

hide this tear
fake a cheer

"but dear,
fear is always here
every day, all year
whats the point of staying clear
if you cannot steer"

fear lies in your heart and mind
there's no point in denying its mere existence
because you can't control it unless it controls you first

You've always been forgetful

You'd forget to turn the lights off
You'd forget to close the toothpaste
You'd forget your clothes in the drier
You'd forget to charge your phone
You'd forget to feed the fish
...

So I did all these things for you

You see, I was convinced that showing you was better than telling you
But you never saw it, now did you?

- Sometimes I'd forget to do all these things on purpose,
so I would remember how it felt like to be with you -

I secretly hope that you can't find your clothes
and your fish die
and your electric bill reaches a 100 billion dollars

Just so you could see
that I was good for you

You know what? No.  __
NO, NO
NO

I do secretly hope that your phone dies
and your clothes get lost
and your fish die
and your toothpaste gets dried up

But only so you could learn the importance of what I used to do
to recognize your faults
and to try and improve, not for me
but for you.

... and I'm not talking about the toothpaste here

You can't demonstrate the change you want to see in someone
if they don't even understand the error in their ways

and so,

I don't want to be the person
who struggles to forgive and forget

I want to be the person
who lives with no regret

knowing that us, ending,
was for the best.

and the best
of each of us

Take yourself out on a date
(I like pizza too!)
Hold your own hand
(Smooth! is that scented lotion I smell?)
Complement yourself while looking in the mirror
(Where do I begin)
Pat your own back
(I've always believed in you)
And instead of waiting for someone to come along and sweep you off your feet, take pole dancing lessons.
(Woah! You're so  ....... Strong!)


No one can truly love you, if you can't learn to love yourself.
(I love you)

Before you call something your home
Make sure you are welcome

I learned that the hard way

Not everything
that feels like home,
truly is.

It was a love like no other

until he saw her feet.

That's when he turned and walked away.
She didn't cry, cut, or even ask him to stay
because that's when she knew
*that it wasn't love at all

You were aiming for the moon,
lifting your head as high as your neck would let you

But as you were walking,
you forgot to look down

...
so you slipped and fell

words are just letters
imagine that
26 letters and millions of words

patterns are everywhere

all we see are patterns of different things in different people

so how can I
not see the world in you?

If everyone is special,
then no one is special.

It's all about
what you choose
to perceive-

My numbness came from intolerable pain

On a cold Saturday, he smiles at me in the middle of our conversation and says: "Remember how different we each were two years ago? We've come such a long way."
I smile at him and reply: "My God, we really have."


Four years later
and this conversation still replays in my head
I think my subconscious
was hoping that replaying it
would eventually make my conscious understand

... Would eventually make me understand

How did we come a long way?

How did we get this far?

We were walking in opposite directions.

Hey you, poor little fella
trapped in the "friend zone"

I'll tell you something I bet you didn't know
Don't think for a second that she's clueless about your hidden love for her

she knows
girls always know

they're just good at not letting it show
And don't take it as an offense

the only reason she locked you in the zone
is because deep down she knows that boyfriends come and go

And she wants you to *stay

This life is finite
like a passing by train
comes and leaves.
This life is a moment in the spotlight
it will last forever, she once believed
but this life is a kid's kite
if you get lucky, you get to fly it right.
This life is a girl in a lost boy's sight
unpredictable, scary, or maybe a guiding light.
Because this life is whatever we perceive.

We tend to get too fixated on where we wanna end up,
often forgetting that we're already there.

The glow of your modesty
2. I don't want you to judge me
3. I can even feel the pain
4. Could be as strong as the start
5. Feelings are a funny thing
6. Doubt is a treacherous friend
7. One day you would hate me
8. Some fragments leave us insane
9. These aren't sympathy pains
10. We're like two lines that are skew
11. But I can't change something I grew into
12. You are my twin
13. Say you're sorry once in a while
14. Our friendship was obnoxious
15. I never said thank you for that
16. I am not your crisis
17. Do we have to act like strangers?
18. You are forgiven
19. You just left
20. It was both of our faults

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1. Write a poem
2. Love that poem
3. No one should like it
4. Create 10 different accounts
5. Like and repost from those accounts


TRENDING

Do you know how many people
I've killed
in my poems?

As  I read your poems,
all I could think of
is ...
Genius.

But that scares me sometimes.
Am I in love with you?
or am I just in love with your poetry?

But then I remember...
we are
what we write.

You left your white T-shirt at my house
and it smells like you, every inch of it

I run my hands on it,

try to hold onto its well-knit threads
harder than I held onto you

I examine its V-neck
and try to make the same angle with my thumb and index
as I used to do when you wore it
hoping that my hand can still feel your heart beat

I rub my fingerprints against its sleeves
and gently reach the armpit
hoping you'd be tickled
and you'd tickle me back

and I'd sigh, as deeply
and desperately
as I ever could

when I remember,
when I realize
my hopes will never come true

and I'd never feel your heartbeat
or touch your skin through the softness of its fabric
I'd never tickle you
or punch you
or hurt you

I would never be with you

and when my tears fall on your shirt
I hold it as close to me
as it can be

It hits me
this shirt... your shirt...
it smells like me now

and I could never take that away

I am witnessing a lack of creativity
Dragging me through the cracks of eternity
I see a bright light shining through the cracks
Is it hope, or the freedom from hope?
Or is it just the sun creeping through the curtain slit?

No, it's only the sun reflecting on my eyes
as I am dreaming of what is not true
because without creativity,
we won't have this kind of brilliant poetry