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faye Jun 2019
"So is this what we are? Friends with benefits, right?"
Oh, right.
That's what I say but my heart is saying something else. I love you with my whole entire heart, dude. Get it right.
oliveolivia Jul 2018
pavement cracks under his feet
when he walks.
smoke falls from his hair
when he moves.
his hands are made of stone
his veins are dripping mud
his eyes are black and blown.

he's a walking black hole
******* all the light of the world in
breathing in warmth and fire
breathing out dust and ashes.

he's still young in the crinkles by his smiling eyes
in the high pitch of his screams
in the smallest curls of his hair.

he's aged in the purple under his eyes
in the tilt of his disappointed mouth
in the rough tips of his fingers
in the weight of his stone-carved bones.

he is many things
and looks like so many more
he is big
and he is beautiful
and the earth cracks under
his feet
and the flowers die in his wake.

and still
he swears he's bathed in darkness
but still made of sun.
this is literally about the person you're thinking this is about.
mysa Jun 2018
your hands left inky marks
on my skin
and i don't have any soap
all i can do is scratch and scratch
but it's still there
it's still there
Alta Justice Sep 2016
anybody smart would call the police if they were beaten
but i love you too much to protect myself
and the bruises look like hearts anyway
#beaten #not #smart #police #bruises
Äŧül May 2015
Never kiss if you don't mean it with actual love.
Never promise if you would probably break it one day.
Hearts can get shattered & never love again.
People can perish in the self-lit fires of guilt, insult & pain.
Oh how I wish the world realizes & respects the value of true love.

Only if the world realized the value of faithful love,
It would surely have been the best place to live,
Nobody would want to give up, weep and leave.

Learn being faithful to your partner in love,
Everyone be a faithful lover, husband or wife,
For it is not a rave party our life condemned by witches,
And of course we are humans not dogs or *******,
Learn love, higher love, it's about time.
Inspired not from my personal life but from general observations.

Never make fun of true love.

Don't please insult truer feelings by sharing your body just with anybody who you possibly don't love.

My HP Poem #856
©Atul Kaushal
Äŧül Jan 2015
I agree what her name says,
I disagree with whatever any donkey brays.

She's kindhearted and also so very gorgeous,
She has got an angelic heart.

Elsa you are one of the most beautiful poets I've ever seen,
And you just need to ignore people contradicting it as they are not free from sin.
Elsa, this one's for you.
You are one of the few good hearts I know.
Trust me when I say so, because the mirror might be wrong but not me.
My HP Poem #728
©Atul Kaushal
Frank Ruland Jul 2014
A baby's born
in a sunny town
where December is when
God sometimes frowns.

Grew up in a family
where mom hated dad
and dad hated mom.
They were always mad.

By age thirteen
she was playing mother--
cleaning up, making dinner
for herself and the others.

Family life was very rough--
dad did drugs
her mom did other stuff.
She tried to endure.

She took her pills
and sang her songs
singing "One day
they will sing along."

She went to school
and did her best.
Trying so hard not
to end up like the rest.

And then, she met a boy
with "No Mercy" upon his back.
She touched his face and said,
"I know what you lack."

They fell in love
They felt the bliss.
They recognized
and then they kissed.

But the boy was
farther in his days.
He felt things
she didn't yet appreciate.

She was so full of love;
the world so full of hate.
It broke her heart that
the world did not reciprocate.

She lived a life
where she always prayed
saying ,"I know one day
they too will pray."

Then came the day
when she fell to earth.
Her wings burnt off,
she lost her mirth.

She hit the ground,
she lost her faith.
She stumbled amongst
ghouls and wraiths.

He picked her up,
he touched her face.
Saying, "Baby girl,
it will be okay."

But she turned
and walked away.
The time had come
to go her way.

His heart splintered
though she prayed
saying, "I hope
one day he'll be okay."

And now she lives
but doesn't breathe.
She takes her pills
just for release.

She doesn't sing
much anymore.
Not since she lost
her voice years before.

And then one day
she disappeared.
She, who sang and prayed
went to find younger years.
If you like this poem, read the accompanying poem, "About Me."
Frank Ruland Jul 2014
My name is
A namesake--
from my grandfather.
He was a great man

I am 23--
acting past my age.
is a strong suit.
I didn't have a childhood.

Sickness ravaged me,
my littler sister.
I grew out of it.
She didn't get past age

School years weren't too bad.
I was always the runt
but I always had
bigger friends.
I was lucky.

I got bigger.
Got my tail kicked
a couple times.

Those were my younger years.
Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen.
"If you're gonna be
stupid, be tough."
I learned quick.

Somewhere in there I
fell in love.
I didn't get back up
so easy.

Could dedicate a whole book
to my broken heart.
I'd rather not.
Read my poems.

Had my pick of friends
to hang with after.
Picked right.

Swallowed whole by a monster
they called,
Chewed me up--
spit me out.

Came out tougher.
A semi-soldier.
Saw some things
that made me think.

Wanted to learn.
Grow wiser.
I would've traveled
the world
had I the money.

I departed for college.
Didn't know what my
calling was.
Still not sure
where I fit in.

Current day:
life proves interesting
day in and day out.
Some days are good--
the others? Not.

Got a steady job
running a kitchen.
It's good, honest
Some days are stressful.

I drink
to take off the edge.
thank you for
Budweiser Black Crown.

Always cautious.
Always carry a knife.
Never known when
might turn to strife.

Old habits
die hard.
And scars?
Well, they just

I speak well
past my days.
Words my youthful
counterparts at work
don't yet understand.

I get by
one day at a time.
I can only live
and make myself
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