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 Mar 2018 Leilani
Erica DeAngelo
I fell in love with you. A silent love. A single sided love-only I felt. I prayed that you’d want me one day. Someday. That day hasn’t come. I promised myself I’d wait. That a shooting star would graze the sky-and youyou’d realize you can’t live without me. Life does not grant miracles, but Jesus hears prayers. He reassured me. He reassures me that I will be okay without your blue eyes staring into mine. That it is okay to let you go. I illustrated a tale in my head, titled “you love me as I love you.” But that novel is nonexistent-and that is alright. Because, maybe not today, or tomorrow, I will smile as you hold another. I will one day laugh with another. The book is not finished, and that is okay. The book no longer includes you. And that is alright.
 Nov 2017 Leilani
Bianca Reyes
Today I realized that I cannot picture your face
I am forgetting things about you as time goes on
I have tried to find you in a song my throat burns
From yelling the lyrics hoping to hear your voice
I thought I found you at a party just last week
In a boy who parted his hair the way you did
But my body felt even colder pressed next to his
I am tired of waking up in a panic with my hand
clutching the sheets from your side of the bed
I snuck up to my mind to find any memories of you
But only found empty boxes with your name
I have heard my crying sound so foreign to me
That I have been startled silent late at night
Sometimes I want to crawl out of my own skin
To lie in the small of my back caressing  fingerprints
you have left behind so that I may feel you one last time
just one last time
I feel my chest wanting to explode thinking about this. We all suffer loss but we all suffer our own special little road of pain.


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 Dec 2016 Leilani
Eric Martin
I am locked in my head
Normally I would wish I was dead
But I just to turn on the light
And maybe have some thing to write

But there is nothing I can think of at all
Maybe write a cliche like suicide or a fall
Nah, to dull
I want to hit my head against a wall

If I start writing some thing will come out
Who would want read this ****
Through It Out
Get Rid Of It

How is this poem my hardest feat
My brain is going to over heat
I almost have to post it now, I could later just hit delete
I wish I could write like the elite
I really wish people commented more often, I used to be on poet freak and if you asked people a for help on ideas or any thing they would answer and some times just the smallest spark could help start a raging fire. This is what it has come too, me writing this ****, does any one know any other poetry or writing sites? wait what the **** am I doing asking a question right after saying that no one answer, no one reads comments and know one reads this **** either,  I can write thing I want on peoples comments because I can get away with it... but most of the views are fake and people don't even read most the poems or people just hit the like button so the person will read their stuff. I am in such a bad mood, its so weird I thought I wrote a good poem earlier but its almost like thats not good enough and as soon as I wrote it now I have to top it or die trying...Hope fully this ****** poem will be what it take to get me writing some thing good.
 Dec 2016 Leilani
Myemail
Full Stop
 Dec 2016 Leilani
Myemail
Carried sorrow her brow.
Unnoticeable till now.
Sadness dulls her features.
Misunderstood creature.
Framing within life.
Violent as knife.
Actions less planned.
Make no more stand.
Time for rest.
Deeply guessed.
Pain flows.
Tears show.
Pawn.
Gone.
When words hurt, they come out as incomplete statements sometimes.
 Dec 2016 Leilani
Miss Ana
the rapid fire
of electric
pragmatic
wonderful
heavy
breath

on my
neck
ears
lips

hands
gripping
groping
teasing

hips
pushing
thrusting
grinding

chest
pressing
holding
panting

lips
*******
biting
kissing

oh but his eyes  
they
were
fixed
on me
the
whole
time.
apparently I'm an old soul, but I think this is young love.
 Dec 2016 Leilani
Graff1980
Untitled
 Dec 2016 Leilani
Graff1980
I am twisted.
As self-inflicted
fissures
crack
from all the pressure
that fizzles within,

not from soda or gin
but from my growing discontent
as I contend
with this trend
Of infantilizing
women and men,

this categorizing
everything improperly
for the sake of comfort,
consistency, and certainty
labeling things
that need no label
instead of just letting beautiful things
be complicated and interesting.
 Dec 2016 Leilani
Unnoticed Notes
Some say that time will heal..
No.. time only dulls the pain, the reason behind it never fades.
What if when the time comes for our sins to be paid and  all we have left is our wishes for a time long forgotten..
What if happiness only comes to us after death?
I have these days
when the light seems far away;
the sun dissolving into a spec of dust.

The silence screams
with such immense intensity
I fear I've gone deaf.

But though the light is far
I still see it, feel it even;
the essence of hope, a thin crease spreading through me.

And I live.
I live!
Everyday I wake up and choose to get up despite how bad I may feel, I win that day; I am one step closer to overcoming. Half the battle is getting up.
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