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 Nov 2017 M
pampeliška
nine hundred and ninety

Thats the number of days
that I've been hopeless.
This feeling for you still stays.

two years eight months eleven days

That's how long I've been cherishing for you.
I hate myself for the fact that there's nothing I'm able to do.
I mean. I could. But I'm obsessed.
Too scared of rejection.
And believe me. I'm trying my best
but what if I mess things up.
What if I would say something wrong.
Something stupid. Or talk for too long.
Or not be able to say anything.

This fear keeps me back
from pouring my heart out.
I know what I feel for you
without any little doubt.
 Nov 2017 M
wordvango
I guess
I'll go back to poetry
now that
the real thing is ending

It's hard to lose touch
when you finally found it
hard to imagine
being content
staring at computer eyes
and typing can never
replace her flesh and blood hand

yet the reality is we must part after meeting
so brief the moment
so unsweet the parting
I may write a poem full of tears
I may tear this **** keyboard apart

trying to make it all real once more
her feel her heart her love for me.
 Nov 2017 M
Lizzie
Wondering
 Nov 2017 M
Lizzie
Wondering...
I wonder if you're ignoring me...
Did I do something wrong?
Wondering...
Do you actually like me, the real me?
Did I say something wrong?
Wondering...
What if's cloud my mind...
What if it wasn't me you where into...
What if I read your messages wrong? Got the wrong memo?
What if I'm not good enough, to many problems, odd...
What if you never liked me to begin with?
What if... What if... What if...
What if I'm wrong?
 Nov 2017 M
Mitch Prax
How do I say
“I miss you”
in a way that
will make your heart
ache as much
as mine does?
 Nov 2017 M
hannah
galaxy
 Nov 2017 M
hannah
where did we go - were we just erased?

from this cage,
where we settled our remains into a mountain we tried to escape out of,

from this garden of panic,
where we planted our hearts into tulips,
where we refused to pluck them, in fear they would sprout into weeds,

from this nest of lust,
where we gathered broken bones instead of leaves,
where we fed the other in hopes to starve ourselves.

from this river of guilt,
and these lips that never spoke,


my shadow creeps towards a sky that’s forgotten how to breathe,
your eyes close, hazing into a soprano moon.

It sings us both to sleep.
my poetry has been **** lately
 Oct 2017 M
sunprincess
Hi October!
 Oct 2017 M
sunprincess
Nice to see you come around
changing color of leaves
from green to brown
Hi October, would be a dream
if you could just stay
and hang around
 Sep 2017 M
Alana S
Bad Date
 Sep 2017 M
Alana S
So, I’m late, as usual.
He smells weird; a mixture
of sweat and cologne.
I ask softly if he wants to meet
my bunny and he turns away.
I am too quiet.
We go to a restaurant and
he asked what I’d like to order
I am too unsure.
I start playing with the sugar packets
build a house, a garden, a roof. It falls.
I am appalled at his lack of appreciation,
lack of poise, he is joking but not smiling
and I feel uncomfortable.
I am too lonely.
And that’s why I keep hoping the
next date will be better
Why don’t you date someone else,
he asks. Twice.
I am too confused.
I leave with a sigh of relief
I am too good
for him.
 Sep 2017 M
gene
Fling
 Sep 2017 M
gene
“It’s kinda messed up, isn’t it?

The person whom your world once revolved around,
You talked to almost all day long,
You had sweet late night messages with,
You spent time just doing ‘no nothing’ with,

How all of a sudden,
That person just woke up and decided to—
never talk to you again.

No reason. No explanation. No words said.

Just left you hanging like you never meant **** to them.

What hurts most is how they made it look so easy.”
Dedicated to someone who goes by the name “-messha” on wlo. Keep moving forward. :)
 Sep 2017 M
Suja Gunasegaran
MY HEART REVEALS WORDS--
NO ONE ELSE CAN HEAR,
-BUT MY SOUL CAN;
THROUGH FEARS AND FRIGHT'
CARRY THOUGHTS OF NO CLUES,
BUT EVIDENCE OF LOVE;
FEELINGS BURST  AS TEARS--
MY EYES WATERY WEEPING,
YEARS OF PALE,
LONGING FOR THAT SOUL;
THROUGH THE EYE OF THE FIRE
NEVER TREMBLE IN TIRE
STILL BELIEVES MY HEART......
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