i think i'm forgetting
how to talk i'm losing
my words in all of the
tears and blood and its
getting a little harder to
stand up without falling
over i don't know if i can
be saved at this point but
it would be nice if someone
tried to pull me above water

i'm so tired and i
can't shake this
heavy feeling in
my chest
i've lost the desire
to get out of bed
and talk and be
social
all i ever want to
do is sleep because
just being awake is
exhausting
i've been trying to
make everyday and
myself better but it's
so hard to connect
with anyone
i want to go home

i think i will survive if i can wait a little more
i'll wait until
the last of you is walking
out the
door
the hours have been good to me
the miles
make it
clear
that life can still be beautiful
without you being
                           here
it's when i press my lips to yours
that everything
returns
and opens up a world with an intensity that
burns
enough with the explosives
i don't want them
anymore
the back of you in front of me, i'll run to close the door

Here,
I share passion and love for poems,
Mingle around with other poets.

Here,
People appreciates the beauty of poems,
Even if the poem's just ordinary one.

Here,
These poems are precious,
We read, we feel and we love them.

Here,
People know the deepest content hide silently by human being,
Creatures with talents of describing things in a beautiful way.

You usually gaze your attention
To the things that were easily tossed by the wind
Without even noticing the very tiny speck
That had already conquered your eyes

Which had caused you to blink for a sec
And made you lose out of your way
Confused with which way to go
Til’ suddenly you are totally lost

And as you began to open it
Teary eyed, with wet eyelids though curled lashes,
All you saw was nothing but a blurry vision
Waiting for it to turn as lucid as you expected it to be

But it didn’t
And so you panicked
And messed it all up
And realized that you just made it all worse