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Mar 2014 Doongi96

Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul

Please don't cry
You're not alone
In this world
Feeling so alone

Come with me
Outside the window
The sun shines
Flowers still grow
Sky is blue
Day is smiling
Just for you

Never give up
There is hope
We'll find it
True friends together
Take a look
And you'll see
Beauty is outside

Then look inside
Deep into yourself
The beauty there
They call life
Starts with you

Copyright Chris Smith

#friends

Mar 2014 Doongi96

ƒly

Mar 2014 Doongi96

amrutha

ƒly

She can see her dreams
But cannot reach out to them
She is the bird in an open cage
With wounded wings.

Mar 2014 Doongi96

What about today?

Mar 2014 Doongi96

Andrew Durst

What about today?

We worry
about tomorrow

what a waste it'll be when we don't wake up.

This thought has been reoccurring.

Mar 2014 Doongi96

Unbreak Your OWN Heart

Mar 2014 Doongi96

Cathyy

Unbreak Your OWN Heart

If we don't fix ourselves,
We'll have to deal with all these broken smiles
As well as broken hearts

And if we don't teach ourselves
We'll fall behind someone who's fixed themself
With a hammering heart beat
Yeah no more broken parts..

Don't try to be perfect
'Cause you're not it
You are beautiful
And believe me that's more worth it

But don't deny a love that'll fix you
'Cause one day it'll hit you
Like a house of cards
Oh its a broken heart
Not a broken life
Or soul.

Heyhey!
Its been a while since i wrote a new poem!
Sorrry.
I hope this kinda makes up for it? ;3
Haha. Stay beautifulll fellow poets and poetess' xo

Mar 2014 Doongi96

She Waits

Mar 2014 Doongi96

Someone

She Waits

Where has the music gone? I don’t know.
We've lost our Lithium, especially our Spirit.
Even Little Miss Strange has left our presence.
Where has the music gone? Could we possibly have some In Bloom?
Where has the music gone? It’s so hard to Imagine that she’s just disappeared.
It’s all just been a huge confusing Purple Haze since she’s left.
Where has the music gone? I think it’s becoming clearer.
So we light our candles and press on... For them, we press on.
Where has the music gone? She’s still here, she never left.
She just needs some new motivation.
Be the reason, make art.
No perfection, just feeling.
All Along The Watch Tower, the music is hidden.
Trapped in a Heart Shaped Box, waiting for release.
With A Little Help From My Friends, music will be a Blackbird to the World.
We just need to Come Together, and Breed passion.
Where has the music gone?
She’s right here.

This is about musicians gone before their time. I've incorporated song titles in my words. Enjoy.

Mar 2014 Doongi96

don't read unless you care

Mar 2014 Doongi96

mg

don't read unless you care

the pain
is now cutting
me
so deeply
i can't think
and i have
to be strong
for the ones
who need
me
to be strong
i have to put on this mask
a mask
with smiles
a mask that says
"No, she's happy, don't worry.
The scars on her wrists don't exist."
but frankly
i can't even breathe
or handle
this anymore.

i'm done.

m.g.

Mar 2014 Doongi96

Coping

Mar 2014 Doongi96

aphrodite

Coping

You drink about it.
       You smoke about it.
              You **** about it.
                      You cut about it.
                           You sleep about it.
                                 You stopped sleeping about it
                                       You stopped eating about it.
                                            You keep eating about it.
                                                You swallow pills about it.
                                                      You punch walls about it.
                                                           You kick cans about it.
                                                                You spit about it.
                                                                     You write about it.
                                                                       You cry about it.

                                                                        But you won't talk about it.

                                                             You won't pray about it.
                                                      You won't seek help about it.
                                                 You won't reach out about it.
                                            You won't tell your father about it.
                                      You won't tell your lover about it.
                                  You won't meditate about it.
                           You won't medicate about it.
                    You won't preach about it.
             You won't advocate about it.

       You're killing yourself over it,
but perhaps it's time you start saving yourself from it.

What is your "it"?
I've bolded what I find to be healthier alternatives for coping, opposed to the common and harmful ways of coping that are italicized.
This poem is very personal & I hope you learn to cope the best way you can.
**

#apx

Mar 2014 Doongi96

Too Much

Mar 2014 Doongi96

Daniel Kenneth

Too Much

A very famous man once said
My reality is brighter than your dreams are
On top of the world, so joyously triumphant
I never in a million years would have dreamed
That I could somehow relate

But with every moment I spent
Holding you tight to my chest
Every kiss of your lips
Your fingers tracing down my neck
I began to understand
What it was like to know Love
The sweetest of happiness
God's Gift from above

In life I've never been an optimist
Conditioned to expect the worst
But with you around it is easy
To see that life isn't meant to hurt
Times do change, things do gets better
We can grow and we can learn
With you by my side darling
I'm on top of the world