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  Dec 2017 scorpiothought
Arati
Whether you fall in love with a poem or not
greatly depends on how you read it.
scorpiothought Dec 2017
swallowed by the tempest
thrashing in the waves
harboring self-destruction

swept away by the breakdown
ravaging the vulnerability within
intensity unmatched
aimless passion blinds

light devastated by the dark
desire never-ending
jaded by the pounding hopeless flow

**** just to see the glare
of the distant sun
For anyone who's ever felt like an outsider just for existing. I may add more to this piece at some point.  I'd truly like to hear any thoughts you might have!
  Dec 2017 scorpiothought
Nylee
If I have a choice to be happy
 at every chance I get
                        why do I always pick to be sad?
  Dec 2017 scorpiothought
Kareena
I've reheated the same
Cup of coffee five times
This evening

Trying to write something
For myself that accurately
Describes how I experience

Often I am flooded in the ordinary
By the emotion and the density
Of life itself, in all its majesty

And sometimes I am left
Devoid of sentiment
In moments deemed worthy

I get lost in thinking of
The way the future will
Tangle with the present

I find myself stopped in
A memory as well,
A reminder, a fragment of past

The present is a fleeting concept
A paradox, I think
A circle of thought

At what point
Does the future become the present?
And the present become the past?
  Dec 2017 scorpiothought
Mitch Prax
Sometimes
I find myself
rewriting poems
Changing all the words
except for
your name
She's too passionate
and oversensitive
for this messy world -
She doesn't fit-in,
so she tries to stay out.

It's a constant
tug-of-war battle
between her fragile heart
and her delicate mind.
She can't help but feel too much -
peace of mind
is all that she ponders about.

She is gentle,
empathetic and intelligent,
but vulnerable -
she was born this way,

She has relived
this same hopeless feeling
every single blessed day.

She is an overthinker -
always reflecting,
always pensive...

Full of genuine love,
whilst drained by such pain;
she is beautifully oversensitive.

She's always lonely
amongst a crowd,

whilst completely lost
deep inside the belly
of the same-old dark cloud.

She's a beautiful, beautiful mess...

She gives her entirety--nothing less!

By Lady R.F. (C) 2017
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