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 Feb 2016 R
kailasha
fly like paper
 Feb 2016 R
kailasha
my thoughts are paper planes
that don't seem to see the runways that i drew
on the blank sheets in front of me.
muddled thoughts
 Feb 2016 R
Nathan Pival
Wanting to call
Yet knowing there is nothing
You can say to make things right
No apology worth giving that will fix things

Accepting the truth that that part of your life is over
But being stuck to the memories and habits
Of living it

Knowing the obvious and logical
Trapped by feelings
Entangled in your own heartstrings

All is never lost

One day a phone call saying "hello"
Will be more than enough
To acknowledge a good memory
Instead of baggage
 Feb 2016 R
Marie Love
Untitled
 Feb 2016 R
Marie Love
Should I keep on fighting, or give up and let myself go..
 Feb 2016 R
Matthew Harlovic
I've committed quantum suicide
to exist in a coherent superposition.

© Matthew Harlovic
 Feb 2016 R
Caroline Lee
Tired
 Feb 2016 R
Caroline Lee
If I'm being honest
I'm tired of being a poet.
I'm tired of findig meaning in everything from the lines of the sky to the cracks in the side walk
I'm tired of using extended metaphors to explain how overwhelmed or angry or sad I am 
I'm tired of immortalizing the people I love or hate in half assed lines of poetry
For once I would like a good day just to be a good day or a bad day just to be a bad day
A landscape to hold no higher meaning than to magnify the glory of existence
For the people I know to hold no cosmic significance in the fabric of time
I would like to sit and be quiet
To write and be at peace
For the storm to pass over
And to find some relief
This is not a game for me this is how I breathe and I am tired of having to hold meaning in every crack and every crevice
My poetic nature has become a menice in my tired skin
I'm tired of letting the light in
But this isn't something you quit
This is something you breathe
This is something you are
This is something you need
Even if it doesn't make sense all the time
This is the one true thing I know that's mine
My sense of rhythm and my sense of rhyme
And it isn't easy all the time
Because these days life moves faster than I've even known
Faster than I can process what I've been shown
These days it's easy to feel the weight of all of my time spent alone
My mind isn't home
I'm chilled to the bone
These days I'm tired of being tired and tired of writing about how tired I am
Like I'm six feet under but I'm not yet dead
Using poetic devices to say what's already been said
I'm tired of playing this game
Imortalizing name after name
I still feel the same
Even though I still keep writing
So what I'm trying to say is that I need poetry like I need water but sometimes if you drink too fast or you drink too deep you feel like you're drowning
Out to sea in familiar surroundings
It's astounding how tiring being a poet can be.
I'm tired of myself
 Feb 2016 R
Free Bird
No words do this just
It shall remain underwritten
But to sum it all up;
Darling, I'm smitten
Inspired by this lovely holiday.
 Feb 2016 R
Carsyn Smith
"I love you, a lot. Don't break my heart, please. It ***** when people do that to you. I did it to someone else to be with you so please don't do it to me because that'd ****, a lot, because I love you."
He broke my heart two days later.
 Feb 2016 R
kfaye
Untitled
 Feb 2016 R
kfaye
i could out you.
      in an instant
but.
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