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 Sep 2022 Megan H
Paula Kramer
I preferred apathy
A quiet release
Of tension in my shoulders

I chose kindness
Accepting the guilt
It inevitably comes with

I mixed and matched
My mind, my soul, my heart
In a flurry of greys

I basked, unbothered
In a meaninglessness
Of my own creation

Take a step forward
The air is cold
And the grass soft to touch
I was never really certain
but I'm sure deep down inside
there was a sense of some belonging
to a God in whom I could confide
and
I waited all my life to find
but when the time came She found me
I was never really certain
but now I'm as certain as can be
that
She is the one
that makes it all worthwhile,
She is the one
that makes it possible for me
to go on and we go on and on
until
the end.
 Sep 2022 Megan H
daphne
delusional
 Sep 2022 Megan H
daphne
i need to stop attaching
your face to love songs
and romanticizing a love
that was never real
 Sep 2022 Megan H
cs wondering
This is not a poem;
This is an artist screaming to be heard in the abyss of life's harshest realities.

This is not romantic;
This is an artist learning to to be in love with her very self.

All this years, I have been trying so hard to create a person I could love.

Little did I realize, what I was looking for has always and-
will always be within me.

I think I've learnt to love myself.
I think I'm finally free.

This is a poem;
This is an artist screaming to be heard in the abyss of life's harshest realities.

This is romantic;
This is an artist learning to to be in love with her very self.

All this years, I have been trying so hard to create a person I could love.

Little did I realize, what I was looking for has always and-
will always be within me.

I think I've learnt to love myself.
I think I'm finally free.
I think-

— c.s wondering
Hello friends!

It's been so many years since I last came on here to create poems. I guess something sparked inside of me tonight, and just like that- I'm back.

And I hope everyone has been well x
 Sep 2022 Megan H
Lexie
Ocean Eyes
 Sep 2022 Megan H
Lexie
I stare at the sea
It gives it’s loneliness to me
How long has it longed
To touch beyond the shore
To reach what is beyond
I do not know
What is in the deep
I am compelled
It eats away at me
High tide
Ebb and flow
There is no give and take here
Between the rocks and the shoals
We all succumb
To salt water sirens
We love
Because we fear
Give in to her
To the madness of the ocean
 Sep 2022 Megan H
Edmund black
I shall be telling this with a sigh.

Lately I come to real-eyes that
I am a selfish poet,
An awful poet
With no care for others
The type of poet that only see
His pain and sorrow,
And ignore all on the horizon
at least that what’s
Being painted on my sky
A poet that thinks and write
his stories only in black
Thinking that the silence belongs to him.
I’m sorry this site will not allow me
To interact with any posts or messages on this site. Sending love your way if this one reach you!!!!

With love always
Edmund black
 Sep 2022 Megan H
Fantasio Milian
ocd
obsessive
compulsive
thoughts that don't belong
intrusive
elusive
intrinsically wrong

ocd

unstable
unable
harm your bone and skin
fearful
tearful
tattoos of your sins

ocd
ocd

aggressive
possessive
words not meant but said
irritated
isolated
dreams not gone but dead

ocd
ocd
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day 9
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