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Nights like this i'm surrounded
but the loneliness has never been worse.
their words mean nothing
it's all static in my head.
I zone out and i can't tell
what's real and what's fake anymore.
and when they laugh the humming
in my head gets louder
and my heart beats faster,
till all the lines are blurred.
they're all around me and i feel nothing
i sink and i sink so deep that the
surface is covered with marks
of me clawing myself out
only to fail so miserably that drowning
is something i do with ease.
night's like this i'm surrounded
but they don't mean **** to me.
even though i'm surrounded
I will always wander back to you.
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The soft sentence placed down !

The writhing words !

Seeking a rhyming mate down the road

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We too

Seek

The mysterious evasive YOU

who we write our poems too

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In our vividly inflamed imaginations

YOU

is our weak and feeble excuse

For a real relationship with the MUSE

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The sentence !

We serve our Time
( in jail )

BUT WE DON'T WANT TO BE FREE !



The pretence of our sadness isn't real pain

( The REAL PAIN is far too hard to face )

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Our imaginary lovers come and go

How we wail !

What a crying face we show !

The words of the poem flow easily

••

The form of the lover so easily replaced

The mystery of soul

Still resting safe

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The quality of love never felt at all



When the broken heart fades

Nothing falls

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Just the tears at the end

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A good poem !

Oh well let's begin again !
 Dec 2014 Simi Cohen
kelia
took my hand pulled me into a room
where moms and dads danced to the cure
leaned me against the wall and the neon glow was harsh
bent my back against the edge, and leaned in with an orbit gum whisper
‘do you want to get out of here?’
I'm not perfect truth be told, like the bond that lovers hold, and even though I'm not alone, lonesomeness I've come to know, I find myself longing for, something else something more, momentarily in need, of a quiet place to be, where all those pretty flowers grow, I will decide to let you go, in the midst of mix emotions, I find  myself beneath the ocean, sunken like my heart again, regretting every word I said, what we had was worth it all, every single trip and fall, I hope one day you'll understand, I gave it everything I had, then flawlessly forgot to care, about the past in which I stare,
I kissed you first at seventeen
and we continued to kiss for weeks,
even though your kisses always hurt.

I'm immune to you now

You were the only constant in my life,
When everyone else left me, you'd appear
to take me into the folds of your arms,
To make me believe you were the only thing keeping me alive
But your plan was to **** me all along

I had jealous lovers,
Who were harder, tougher and
who copulated with many in Vesey Park

They tried in vain to tempt me
But you were all I needed

I craved you always,
Saw you first every Saturday night
Then drowned myself to keep you
On those days when the rain never stopped

You were always there for me
Always always there
 Nov 2014 Simi Cohen
Sydney Ann
So after Polar Opposite
I mourned (still am)
And crushed
(Still am)
And had a fling with another guy
(Learned my lesson)

I lost a few friends
And met some new people
And Polar Opposite gave up chasing me
(Don't get me wrong almost all the poem on here
Are about him)

And realized I have a problem
(I got lots of those actually {That was a joke, you're supposed to laugh})

Should I keep my secret of who I am?
So that no one will hate me
Or fear me
Or judge me
So I can be safe?

Or let it all be open
And give up my alluring mystery
And my "friends"
And doom every relationship I ever have

I am so tempted to tell you
Dear reader
Because I will never have to face you in person
And I always feel loved
In your comforting ranks.
 Nov 2014 Simi Cohen
Tessa
sometimes i drink tea as a substitute for your hugs
almost desperately sipping,
wishing, hoping,
dreaming of you (holding onto my ceramic cup so delicate)

sometimes loneliness creeps in like a stealth burglar
when you realize what it is you freeze,
suddenly too aware of yourself
but pretending it doesn't exist to cushion yourself from
these ugly emotions
who, like old fake friends whom i try to alienate,
i hide from, trying to mask myself by emulating
everything i love

in the hopes of becoming something beautiful,
something you might love.
(pour myself another cup,
dream on)
Dear friend,
My heart sings for you
With songs of sadness
And songs of gladness
For I fear for where you are headed,
But I rejoice for where you've been.

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