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 Feb 2014 night child
LG Wood
When every single second,
of your fragile little life.
is a relentless mystery,
How will you know what's comming?

This very day,
could gladly be your very last.
What do you suppose to happen next?
All of this is just a Great Perhaps.

What if?
Maybe?
Possibly?
All questions, whose answers are unknown

When life is a great mystery,
How could you live it to the fullest?
Perchance you'll never know.
I guess it is just a Great Perhaps.

I am in a constant search
of who I am, of who i want to be
But it's all still a mystery.
Life is only, a Great Perhaps.
 Feb 2014 night child
aviisevil
I'm falling apart as i watch the sun set
Oh how i wish to just let go and forget
But now i have this reality staring at me instead
And no matter what i do , its now not just in my head

Every thought is escaping and making a home of its own
Every whisper is now gone , leaving me so alone
Now i have no one to reach out for , every moment a new pain is born
All i have is my heart as i head to the unknown

Every part of me is decaying and dying
As i fall like a pack of cards , winds are leaving their sign
Every tear is rain , even the stars know that I'm crying
And i look in the mirror in a hope to convince myself that I'm just lying

Hands are cold and arms long for a last embrace
I wither before age , i can't even recall my face
Every sight is blurred behind this reflecting haze ,
That makes me see every sight that escapes my gaze

I can't breathe , jaws of my own gloom
strangle me
I want to leave, but the strings of my own doom won't let me be
And i can't see , every last drop of blood in me wants to be free
Drench me in my own nightmares to drown in my own sea
Sacredness of life that i just couldn't keep , of my own creed
A ray of hope and my sinking boat could never meet
Making an ocean of my own sorrow as my every tear bleeds




There's a hope in my heart and death wish in my mind
A will to live that's over-shadowed by the weakness of leaving it all behind
Mind is numb and the eyes are now scared to remind
That I'm lost and i can't find , myself
And now i should even stop trying


For I'm on the edge of existence , standing on a blade that'll cut right through
Sometimes you can't return, no matter how much you want to
You can stay in that moment forever just waiting for it to end
Or you can take a step forth , right into the approaching end


Kiss death for now its your only friend ,
It might show you the way back home.
Notes (optional)
 Feb 2014 night child
ASB
you used to hum the songs in my head
and only those songs remember us now.
 Feb 2014 night child
Mike Hauser
the girl doesn't know just who she is
nor where it is she belongs
wanders around from man to man
giving each a portion of her soul

the only hint of what this does to her
is the sadness behind blue eyes
the truth at times spills out in tears
but never enough to wash the lies

the feeling is there's something missing
in this world she has sold to self
a life that's built on nothing
a missing life she knows all to well
 Feb 2014 night child
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 Feb 2014 night child
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I am not making progress and
Maybe I never will.

I knew giving my all to a boy
With such destructive tendencies
Was my biggest failure, but
Who could deny your hands or
The way you whispered
"I want you"?

Your ocean eyes and sand-colored hair
Sould have warned me because the
First time we touched was a day after
The beach, and I remember every
Person in your house on that given day
And I swear there are ghosts in
My walls that sound just like your bed.

I wonder now why the ghosts I hide
Under piles of our clothes (the same clothes
That have seen your bedroom floor)
Have taken on the form of you.

I need you because you are familiar
And because of that I will always
Feel alone in a crowded room regardless
Of the faces that plague my life daily.

Kiss me until the bitterness of fear
Leaves my veins and the oxygen in
My lungs is no longer his.

The only thing left to give up on me
Is my own bones, but I feel the rust
Through the marrow and
I am out of time.

How much time did we have?
How many bars of soap must
One person go through to remove
The feel of another from their skin?

I can confirm that if he is anything like you
I will not be able to keep breathing and
That is not a metaphor for how
You took my breath away.

Stop wasting your time on me,
I am nothing but broken bones
And broken hearts, stiched incorrectly
As so and I do not have enough glue to
Fix what is left in shambles.

The last time we spoke you asked me
Why I told you I still loved you and no
Longer wanted go be with you,
But that still stands and
I'll love you til the day I die.
 Feb 2014 night child
Mikaila
Time waiting is time wasted
But if you can't make up your mind
Take my time, take my time.
To someone who knows precisely what she wants
Every second of every day
Time spent waiting is time thrown away
But take my time
Because what else
Could really be done with it?
And it hurts
Because there are people
In my life
Who are toxic
And they make me
Feel ill
And sad
But I cannot leave them
Because they are hurting too
And so if I go
I become their poison.
(Even if I was dying first)
He said I was the reason
That he wanted to die
But I also make him
Want to live
What do I do?
 Feb 2014 night child
ASB
until
 Feb 2014 night child
ASB
until the falling stars run out
i will be wishing just for you*

(perhaps i should've told you)
I'd like to believe that soulmates are forever.
That you can fall in love with someone
who is meant perfectly for you.
Someone whose body fits next to yours
like two pieces of a puzzle.
Who curves in all the right places
to fit in to the gaps between your heartstrings.

A soulmate isn't forever.

But
there is a kind of intimacy that comes with being a soulmate
and it's so much more than just ***
or skin on skin
with clothes on the floor
and the lights turned way down low
and tangled sheets and secret smiles.
It's an intimacy that comes with knowing
their hopes and dreams and secrets
and
having a deep connection that can't be replaced.

Soulmates aren't forever.
But oh, how I wish they were.
I'd really like feedback on this. I wrote this after reading many poems dealing with the idea of a soulmate and I don't really even know what a soulmate is or how to find one.
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