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Life is like when  you wake up
and you see the sun.
life is like the beginning of  star
which is about to end.
Life is like a ******* that you want to do
but then she like i m already done.
life is like my friend who know s to many things, but
his name which  is Ben.
but if ask me life is just fun even if you have no one
life is sweet and beautiful like a rose from a garden
but sometimes it can be like a tornado
not my best
How does it feel to get lost in my head?
Planting flowers for the long past dead,
They say they know what it tastes like,
But they couldn't learn to like you if they tried.

Another down,
I'm feeling it this time.
Nearly too numb to feel you,
But too numb to breathe.

This static love is killing me,
Like star crossed lovers, and Destiny.

Like a knife,
You can't cut too deep.

Do you know what it's like?
To feel too numb, to feel too numb to feel?
These lines leave me nothing,
But your face again.

Heaven seems a long dead star,
Hell is just another friend.
Sometimes I wonder,
If I'll ever see this end.

I'm nearly too numb to feel you,
Already too numb to breathe.
But another pill is nothing like,
The pain you've achieved.
Do not go to college
       until you are actually ready.
Trust me. Responsibility is something learned.
Keep telling myself I am fine,
But honestly I know
That I am losing my mind.
Struck with obsession,
One thing in my head,
Must not have learned my lesson.
Reaching for normalcy,
Striving for sane,
But I know that
I am not okay.
It is a pain in my heart
That just won’t go away,
A wish in the air that
Will never fade.
He is all that I am not,
Everything I want,
But he will never be mine,
He will never be caught.
I thought you were
An angel,
Come to set me free
But you had not the key,
To let me out my prison,
I thought you had
Brought me light
Into the darkness I reside,
But I'm still lying here
Alone in the cold
Counting my bones
Thin I have become
For this hunger
I cannot relieve;
This thirst constant
For the sun to shine,
Blood run dry
From my cracked lips,
A feather falls
From your wings;
I hold it against me,
Hope that maybe
I am wrong and
You'll come back...
© okpoet
And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to Blossom.
You said to me, “Move, pen, move. Write me into a room where it doesn’t have to hurt anymore, where living isn’t such a chore, where I no longer have to wage cancer’s war.”
You told me to try to be good, that you loved me, and that I should, try to make it through, even though it would be without you.
And she told me that I had to be strong, I had to keep carrying on, and that even though it hurts, I can’t show it- that that would make it all worse; that that would make everyone believe that I’m not who I should be.
And they told me that God has a plan that we just cannot understand right now, that somehow heartache and heartbreak are okay, that there are still bright sunny days that make life worth living, and even though this is all true:
I didn’t think it would be this hard to live without you.
In memory of by brother, who died about a year and a half ago.
She looked at me and said
"Why can't other guys be
like you" I just laughed and
smiled. She smiled too.

"Well I guess I'm just one
in a million, baby "She held
on to me. My smile slowly
faded. Even I didn't believe
what I had just said.
I'm alone, I'm sad,
But no one understands.

I can't sleep, I get bad dreams,
I need a helping help.

Come save me, show me care,
Take away my despair.

Just a little, I don't ask for much...
Just a bit of your love.
Water deep and blurry,
led by the waves of change.
Many things do matter;
many matters do grace.
The waves of change are hurrying,
down the windy current.
The waves of change are coming,
may you stay nearby.
So, this is my first poem I've written. Never been much of a poet, but I figured why not. I doubt this is anything like what a poem is supposed to look like, but I'm giving it a shot.
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