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Cindra Carr  Nov 2011
Love Finds
Cindra Carr Nov 2011
Finding love in an unattractive package
Feels as though love needs to resort to trickery
To satisfy the perverse need to be loved
But, also, to show that everyone needs love
Long losts to almost have
Each attraction star struck and devoted
If there is none
Then there never was and keep moving
Unattractive or not
Love finds a way

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Heike Borgard Aug 2014
At night when the moon's shimmering glow
takes the cold and fear of darkness away
when fireflies silently  guide the way for the losts
when mothers softly dandle their babies to sleep
then let yourself float
wrapped into a warm and sheltering bubble
into a world of impossible possibilties
yet tomorrow to conquer reality again
full of hope.
©Heike Borgard 2014
I do still remember, our walk,
  In every morning and evening,
How very winded path, together we have decided,
  Keeping our hand to hand of each other,
    Having an embarrassment in together,
Two fresh mind was roaming freely in the air.

How lovely, was my childhood,
     filled with the memories of loves and brabbles,
But, why do I love you, in my memories-- so immense?
   and why do I still wonder,
That I've lost you forever?

Why the childhood love always losts,
      by the increasing age?
why the list of my losing is getting so longer,
     And oh! For that I really wonder.

Something must have been changed,
          either me or you,
Or may even the time,
But, for that why our love spotted with grime?

We even don't know today, where we are now?
  But on your that sorrow,
I had my part also!

In this running life, in an inch of place,
You will never find me again,
And I even may won't search for you, once again!

You are may be doing well.....
      and I'm not also bad!
Yet, in the core of my heart,
You are always remembered.
And sometimes, I still wonder,
    How I lost you forever?

               __ Sougat Dasgupta.
A few lines on  lost love......
Just24  Dec 2014
apps
Just24 Dec 2014
apps and adds, digits and notes,
pixels and bites, tweets and blurbs,
pics and clicks, hits and views,
looks and stares, steps and moves,
loves and losts, drops and tears,
lives and smiles, hopes and fears
Quentin Mills  Nov 2011
Rain
Quentin Mills Nov 2011
Thoughts run wild, and words begin to flow,

The more I think, the more it starts to show..

Emotions cause commotion, feelings cause confusion,

I always feel so happy, but is happiness just an illusion??

I hide my true feelings, I never let them out,

It may seem like im open, but im honestly shrouded in doubt..

My mind is so lost, my judgement is unsure,

I do know however that my feelings are pure..

The rain, the snow, the sleet, the wind,

All the storms make me realize once again..

Its a symbol of all the turmoil that loves put me through,

But none of that pain even matters now that I have you..

My uncertainty is my burden, but my blessing too,

Uncertainty proves im human and shows I dnt always know what to do..

The uncertainty makes sense of the oppurtunity,

I know it doesnt make sense but it will, just wait and see..

Life is a risk, its a challenge and a task,

Its gonna take work to make it last..

Thats just like love, yea its true,

Love is a risk between me and you..

We risk rejection, humiliation, judgement and pain,

Even on the brightest day, love can cause rain..

But for you, im willing to endure the storm,

Because in your arms, im safe and warm..

This ended off topic, it losts its path,

But its worth it to me, I hope this next statement lasts..

Love brings happiness,  but it also brings pain,

It causes sunshine but it also causes rain..

But in the end, to me its all worth it,

Cuz true love is a gift, and we can endure it..

Once you have love, its worth all the pain,

And now that I have you,

I can stand the rain..

-"QT"-
JaxSpade  Nov 2018
Eyeliner
JaxSpade Nov 2018
My masquera drips
Onto sticky lips
Colored black and red
They mix with tears of death
And losts breaths
They ran
All my make up
And messy break ups
I can't stand
I'm a broken man
My lipsticks
Hold my head
All my makeup smears
With a womans tears
My face is mirrored
What do I look like now
An unpainted growl
I'm a dog
Beat down
All of my make up
Tears of a clown
Where your soul is dismissed
You rely on the truth for finding a reason
To exist, love, hate, and perish

Bones to ashes we become
magnify on the time of losts and gain
How can we live when we're all struggling to breathe?

Truths become lies
Beauty becomes a phase
An illusion to find a reason to smile
And ask ourselves what made us happy while we lived

My understanding of how such a ****** up illusion can be so ugly that it becomes beautiful to indulge in the act of of finding who you are

What's a day when it's always night?
Ask yourself away

By: Leory Santana Dawn
Charles KC Aiken  Jul 2022
Cry
Charles KC Aiken Jul 2022
Cry
I've got a broken back tonight
I just can't seem to get out of bed
Unless the beer is empty
Or the nicotine is all but dry

And I could cry, and I could feel sorry
That losts love is all I've had for years
But I'm smiling and I'm hopeful
And the world can't drag me down

It feels right and it feels so wrong
To be happy at a time like this
But I know, it just means I'm healing
And that sad state isn't needed no more

I could cry, but instead I'm smiling tonight
REMILEKUN  Jan 2015
LIFE
REMILEKUN Jan 2015
Life! 
Nothing but a walking shadow 
partial and wicked with irregularities like the meadows 
Pains like a needle in wounds
And non soothing like sounds of no consolation
What is pain other than our lives
What is wound rather than the tears we shed 
We may live like this for long 
But There's a pause called victory
Like an oasis is differentiate desert from farmland 
Hunger from satisfaction 
Fruitful from barren
Lack from surplus
A cheap consolation satisfying our expired need and unchanging greed and desire 

Life! It is full of miseries like a pack of card with only aces
It takes trillion years to understand the prelude 
Another billion years to comprehend the interlude 
Years and years roaming on the crossroad of mind
Can't solve the deep puzzle in the drama of life
Is it crossword of our aspirations or destiny?
Or jigsaws of our thoughts,ideas,concept and prospects?
The things we shall never know that is within us 
Our strengths and weaknesses
Our ups and downs 
Our victories and failures
Our inabilities and abilities
Our losts and profits
Our tears and laughter 
Our frown and smiles
Even actions and things we portray 
we are ignorant of these in the game of life, defeat may be a consolation 
Success may be a Greek gift 
Flaws we never create
Dreams we never create 
Still revolve around us 
Like we are casts in a movie 
And the script already written
Ours is to act 
'Not minding if it's tragedy or comedy' 
Like pinnochio and the host of the Disney
Our mind have been trained to forecast for seasons
But if we try to live other than it
that's treason 
That's why people suffer
others feasting 




@holythugbaba
drumhound  Oct 2017
The Reality
drumhound Oct 2017
she would miss her children
if she ever admitted they were gone.

dusting shelves still full of trophies
placing fresh daisies on
her daughter’s bedside table.
it’s hard to tell
how long the girl has been gone
the cut flowers uncomfortably alive
with mom’s weekly replacements.
this bouquet is one hundred fifty six.

her dead son’s shoes still peek
from under the bed
by his football and box
of cards which he kept
marking his birthdays,
his loves and his losts.
her only brush with reality
comes with floor hugging sobs
reading historic Hallmark memories
returning each one exactly as
she found them.

the dressers are full of
left behind clothes
neatly and compulsively folded.
the kids never leave if
you never stop taking care of them

and you never have to admit
you’re alone.

— The End —