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 Oct 2018 G2
prosaic poetess
There are days when my hopes touch the zenith
And dreams are on horizon
Picking up my messy self,
Trying to be beautiful and beyond
But every attempt is met with a failure
Just stuck as a lure to life’s fishing adventures
Figuring out stuff by my own, preparing for the worst
Heart break, pain and loss are mostly what I got.
At times I am pathetic, trying to put all to an end
No more can I take the ignominy of being neglected
Its then when I hear the prayers of my mother
All is good dear, there is nothing to bother.
The trouble she had been through, all because of me
The least I could do was to set myself free
How my mom always said that things shall fall into place
If not today, at least in the coming days
I wonder if what she said was true
Or it was to comfort me when I had no clue
But, it has strengthen me in every way it can
Her daughter is a fighter; her efforts won’t go in-vain
Maybe it was to help me when my hopes touch the zenith
And again my dreams are on horizon
I should have the audacity to pick my messy self,
And be beautiful and beyond
No more a lure in life’s fishing hook
My journey of frail to fabulous, perhaps written in a book
When I die, things will not be squandered
They shall say
She came, she saw and she conquered
 Jul 2018 G2
Jude kyrie
She was almost ethereal.
I think she had the purest heart
I have even seen.
So naturally beautiful and simple.
She loved to fix broken things.
A birds wing,
A broken doll,
A China vase,
Me.

When she found me
i was sdamaged and broken.
And yet she fixed me
just like she
promised she would.
I was as good as new once more.

I loved her beyond everything.
i would follow her forever
to the ends of the earth.

But once I was repaired.
She let me go and set me free.
like the bird with a mended wing.

And my heart shattered into
A million pieces.
So badly broken.
That it can never
be repaired again.

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authors note
When you save someone's life
they belong to you right?
Jude
 Jul 2018 G2
Andrew Durst
My death will be liberating.

And I do not say that in the sense
that I am going to find a cliff
and take a good jump off.

No.

I am just trying to find a
clever way to tell you

that I do not know what is going
to happen next.

You see,

there is a
fine line
between
dreaming and
mortality

and

I am finding out for myself
that being in love
does not always
involve

being awake.

And for my sake
I fall in love with daydreams,
nightmares,
hazy realities
and

the hung-over idea

of not being enough.

It is all out of my hands.
                 It is all out of time.

And the only thing I have left to do,
now,


is decide.
Thank you to anyone that reads this.
 Jun 2018 G2
Perri
lonely mountains
 Jun 2018 G2
Perri
I moved to the mountains
to experience elevation
But the mountains
are pushing me
closer to extinction
 Jun 2018 G2
stacie
alone
 Jun 2018 G2
stacie
I'm so sad....
this emptiness deep inside
cuts through my heart
like a sharp knife
you leave , you leave
you leave me alone
I am so lonely....
why do you leave
and leave me alone
if you love me
why do you leave me
so empty , lonely , and alone?
 Jun 2018 G2
Jake
Stuck
 Jun 2018 G2
Jake
back is against the wall
With nowhere else to crawl
Passion has left a drought
Nothing left but doubt
Emotions poured down the drain
Only given the insane
Never had any glory
So I’ll burn this story
What do I deserve
If I am always in reverse
What can I write in a page
If I’m stuck in my own cage
 Jun 2018 G2
BMG
I didn't stop missing you.
I didn't wake up one day
and decide everything
was going to be okay.

I didn't just decide
to not love you.
I just decided
to let go of you.

I stopped making excuses
Stopped making them for you.
I stopped convincing myself
I was right in holding on.

I was so sure
No one could tell me different
I really thought I knew our fate.
I was wrong.

I put my faith
where it should of been all along.
I let go of your words
and trusted my own.

I asked the sky
to point me in the right direction.
When it answered me,
When I decided to finally listen.

This is what I heard.

We don't get to control
what is going to happen.
We don't control
what others are going to do.

However we aren’t
helpless
we do get to control what we do
about our own feelings.

I think I'll always wonder what we were.
What we could of been.
Yet, we aren't that.
We aren't anything at all.

That's the only point that matters now.
I lost myself
I was always there for you.
I lost myself in trying to find you.

Trying to fix us or
what I believed we would always be.
I lost myself
I spent my entire being saving you.

I failed at that
Saving who I thought you were
but I didn't fail the lesson.
I am still here

I didn't give up,
I gave in.
I gave in to what I didn't get to choose.
I gave in, and let myself fall.

On one hand
I didn't choose to love you,
On the other hand
I do get to choose to live my life
with or without you.

I choose me.
I choose my life.
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