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 Mar 2015 bones
Huda
Hello, I know it's way too late but can I call you dad?
  It hits me when someone mentions your name and I feel the need of that rare hug of yours that could bring the dead back to life, ironically..
I miss you terribly, I can hear you laughing at me right while I'm writing you this, you would laugh that laugh of yours when one of your siblings make a really bad joke, or when your mother hints about how cigarettes are bad for you and that you should quit smoking. I'm sorry, I got drifted away, God I miss that awful laugh so much. Back to the point, you would make fun of this and I would hate it and you'd laugh that laugh and I would hate it, you'd keep the letter and I would hate it as much as I hate that you will never read this or laugh that laugh ever again. I miss you. Your memory is dragging me down again, I wish for a single day with you, just one day where I can tell you "I love you" for the first and last time, where I  thank you for making me the person I am. I'm trying my best to be the good girl you've always told me is hiding somewhere inside me, I don't think she's completely there anymore, just one day of brilliant random advises and lousy little talks about anything and everything that doesn't actually matter, just one more kiss upon your brow, just one last back pat or one last smile, one last hug, one last failed attempt to show you that I do love you, I swear to God that I regret nothing more than taking you for granted, nothing more than not showing you how much you mean to me or for realizing it a little bit too late. I hope you're where we pray to be, I hope God is showering you with more of what you've blessed us with, I hope you're happy, I hope you're happy, I hope you are happy. I miss you. I miss you terribly. Sometimes it feels like I don't have the right to say that I miss you out loud since I've never showed that I could when  you were here when everyone else did, so now everyone has the right to grieve for losing you and not being capable of showing it to you anymore, but they don't understand that  never saying or showing what they have can be way more horrible, and they wouldn't give me the chance to tell them that. I don't have the right to say it or to love you any more than they do, because I didn't when you were here, I'm sorry I didn't. I didn't know how to show it, you didn't teach me how to show it, teach me how to show it! Teach me all the things you didn't for thinking I wouldn't listen, I would've! I'm sorry I'm late. I know I'm late. I'm trying not to be late, always trying in everything, for you. I know it's late for that too but it helps with the guilt I guess.
I am emtionlly paralyzed by the thought of losing you forever.
I keep your advises close to my heart, I'll keep the memory of your beautiful mind and your pretty fake smile even closer and I bet these small thoughts are what will  keep me going, I'll be always proud of knowing someone like you. I shall grow on loving you even if it wouldn't do anyone any good, I shall pass the love you gave me to those whom deserve it. And those who don't, it's enough for all.
You will always have the biggest piece of my heart. Don't laugh at this, this is not a joke and it's okay not to laugh about it, I'll be embarrassed anyway, but it's okay. God bless your splendid soul.
Goodbye? Seems ironic as well. Goodbye.
 Feb 2015 bones
T Thomas
Am I really a 'poet'
If all my poetry is just about you
 Jan 2015 bones
Kenshō
Today, I pick up my pen to write my feelings again.
I swear they've changed, but here we are, same feeling different day.
With this art, I leave my body and into my mind we depart.

Here, I become the one and lonely soldier.
Where I am on the brink of something.
A barricading boulder blocking what I need.
So I trot off into belief on my trusty steed.

This is where I am who I want.
All obstacles are merely an antagonizing taunt,
That vanish at my will.
But will I take this mentality back with me?
I swear I could and I would want the world to see..
That I can be anything I want to be~

And I believe that I will, but is that really the key?
Or will I end up where I am, day dreaming beneath the birch tree?

"So ******! What is it that I need?",
I say as I slap my hand to me knee.
What IS stopping me?
From getting from here to the end of the horizon that I see?
Could it be? A simple left and right of my feet?

I stumble upward, gather my balance.
Whistle for my friend, the stallion.
No sign of him..
I look below the rocks and around the bend..
I remember that I've felt this before
And it's silent again..

Today, I pick up my pen to write my feelings again.
WAIT! There must be something different today.
The trees are blooming and the skies are no longer grey!
The birds are singing and children are at play!
Something is indeed different today.
Is it that my disbelief has been cast astray?
Or was it that I jumped out of bed and did something good with no delay?

Either way...

I've noticed what it takes!!
I BELIEVE this is going to be a good day!
for you
 Jan 2015 bones
aa
i wish you didn't
 Jan 2015 bones
aa
certain pieces of me
still want you by my side
still want to hear the sound of your voice
but they're like fallen leaves in autumn
while the wind that blows and scatters them
are the pieces of me
that never want to see you
and never want to talk to you
ever again
took me a while to realize that you're a really big piece of an ungrateful little ****
 Jan 2015 bones
Alexandria Hope
No,

I’m not

okay

I still think about you

each

****

day

Every thing we used to
say

Is still

replaying

in

my

head.
He asked, 4 days after breaking up with me. "How are you?"
I said, "I'm fine"
 Jan 2015 bones
Alya' Farzana
Half.
 Jan 2015 bones
Alya' Farzana
When he left,
he took away with him
half of my heart.

I don't mean it literally
but why does it feel so physically real?
 Jan 2015 bones
Nisha sunt
Untitled
 Jan 2015 bones
Nisha sunt
Blood makes you related
Loyalty  makes you family
 Jan 2015 bones
nik stoppable
do me a favor and be sure to tell her that i was the first person who took your breath away and the only one who reminded you how to breathe also might as well tell her that you still love me and you keep my heart in your jacket pocket near your cigarettes because you still aren't sure which one you you're addicted to.
august 29th // 3:47 am
 Jan 2015 bones
Ella Catherine
When I was young,
I thought love was stupid.

Why attach yourself to someone with such,
aggression,
adulation,
addiction?

Someone gifted me attention,
though,
and I fell in this love.

I’m still not certain whether I was in love,
with you,
or the words you said.

But I was in the worst sort,
of love.

They didn’t love me in return,
I tried to convince myself that was fine,
I don’t need to be in love,
That’s when I learned.

I learned why love poems exist,
They aren’t for the lover,
No one wishes that type of embarrassment.

They’re for the author,
Because no one will ever know,
What your love feels like.

Except for you,
Only you.
I'm trying to get over someone as you can tell. Anyway please leave comments to help me improve or just what you thought of it!
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