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  Jul 2017 Nobody
Jordon Rivir
Ode to a Poet(writer)
I know you,
All alone
4am is when you feel most at home.
I feel you,
Blank page, full pen,
I see you,
Looking at a page waiting for a tale to unfold,
Behold!
When it starts, it flows,
I am you,
Hiding away, writing my pain,
Escaping reality,
Day to day,
We are art,
In the way we move,
We are the dreamer's and believer's
Pad and pen in hand til our dreams come true.
C. Tyler
  Jul 2017 Nobody
The Writer
A chilly resolve spreads through my veins
Like ice cold water, freezing my pains

My defenses close in, shielding my tattered soul
From the endless frays that have taken their toll

This quilted heart made of hurt and despise
Is hidden away in a carefully crafted disguise
Of carefree happiness and faraway eyes
Never giving way to the pain and the lies

The truth is a reminder I long to forget
Yet truth remains, forever beset

And though I grow weary, the icy wall remains tall
Impossible to breach, keeping away any and all
  Jul 2017 Nobody
CamiliaMhd
She is both,
hellfire and holy water.
And the flavor you taste,
depends on how you,
treat her.
Nobody Jul 2017
Go speak what you want
and claim what you please,
don't wonder about the outcome
or whoever sees.

Yeah they all hurt,
but you don't care
since it’ll happen again.
They spew right out,
and blend right in.

They belong to you now
since all trust went away,
it's all you have left
and they're here to stay.

No time to dwell or doubt
for tomorrow too,
new ones will flow
just pretend they're true.

You’re not troubled by the price
It's easy to do,
you look in their eyes
and lie: 'I love you too'.
Nobody Jul 2017
Time is on your side,
what a beautiful lie;
so many reasons to cry,
so many wishes to die.
Spare time is worse,
to reflect on your curse.
When life moves this slow
you prefer a physical blow.
You just want to go,
you’re sick of feeling alone.
You quit asking why
when you’re too tired to try.
You barely get by
and long for the end.
This hand you were dealt
you can’t ever amend.
You'd rather fold,
It's getting so old.
Your life's a joke,
even with money;
you'll always be broke.
  Jul 2017 Nobody
Brian Hoffman
I look into your eyes and feel myself drowning
Being lured in with every secret that is revealed
With every promise that is made
I feel as if I will never reach the bottom of your untamed soul.
Your mind is darker than the deepest abyss and as beautiful as the most precious diamond.
I find myself lost gazing into your beautiful eyes. Through the late night talks keeping us alive.
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