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Macy Opsima Jul 2014
what if theres another earth
about 9 trillion miles from this earth
where everything isn't what it is
and everyone isn't who they are


and in that another form of life,
there's another you & me.
this time, the feelings i have for you is requited & the daydreams i dream every day is happening.

and if that is real then i'm happy.
because it's nice to think that in another life, i can be happy.
and that's all i want for me.
Brooke Davis Jun 2014
In another life,
I would not be the girl
I am today.

I would not be
too pale
too freckley
too fat
too awkward
too lonely
too quiet
too much of a pushover
too oily
too pimpley
too plain.

In another life
I imagine myself
as a silent assassin.
With power and might;
I glide the rooftops
and dominate the night.

In another life
I am a sassy bad girl.
I'd pop off in seconds,
and attack with cunning skill,
so that none would mess with me,
unless they'd want to get killed.

In another life
I am a thin and hollow body,
a nameless maiden who roams
halls of white tile.
Donned in a buckled down
white jacket that crosses
at the arms so I constantly
get to hug myself.

In another life
I am not
the girl I am today.
I would be someone,
with a story worth telling.
nichole r Jun 2014
life is an opportunity with skies filled with pink, showing us we can be whoever we need to be.
Paulina S Jun 2014
I want you

I want  your laugh
I want your eyes
I want your hair
Your tenderness

I want your lips
I want your skin
I want your love
I want you all

I want your voice
I want your hands
I want your arms
And cuddle there

I want your feet
I want your breath
I want to kiss you
Every day
The Terry Tree May 2014
Sometimes I wonder
What it is about life
That makes me love it so much?
Skipping, laughing, singing and such
Enough has sure happened
It seems that I couldn't
There are plenty of reasons
To tell me I shouldn't.

But I do

Sometimes I wonder
Why did he have to go?
Why's it her time today?
How on Earth, Mother Earth
Does the good Lord know,
That it's her time to stay
And his time to go?
How in tarnation
am I still here, you know?
How in all the stars
could it be so...
That I should stay here and live
While others should go?

But I do

I'm friendly enough
I suppose that's a perk
Yes, I'm quite a bit nicer
Than you're regular ****
But still it sure seems
There is more to this maze
This puzzle of why
I'm still able to gaze upon life
Clearly I'm no more important than he?
Certainly not of more value than she.
I scratch my head pondering
I haven't a clue
But stay here and stay here and stay here

I do

A thought came to me
What do I have to give?
This must be why
I've been chosen to live.
So I smile at anyone,
Total strangers in fact
Although folks seem to find it
Pretty hard to smile back
Yes I smile with a healthy
"Good Mornin'!," "Good Day!"
Even though I get looks that say,
"Hey go climb a tree!"
"Stay there awhile!" "Don't look at me!"
It seems that I shouldn't even want to say "Hi!"

But I do
Can you tell me why?

Each moment I live
That I'm feeling okay
I make something out of,
And sure I have days...
Like when push comes to shove
It's all over I'm through
I can't take any more
I can't bear to go on

But somehow I do

I have come to believe
To make sense of all this
That for many of us
Ignorance is not bliss
The more that we know and
The harder we grow
The hurt starts to break us
And take us below
What our standard for life
Used to be normally
Where our hopes and our dreams
To succeed and achieve
Become weighed down by life
By the bills and the truth
And the pills and our youth
That our families don't love us
And equality lies, racism, slavery
Government spies
Pets and friends die
Staying strong in this life
Makes us come all unglued

But I do

Only one thing could make me
See deep into what this whole purpose
For living is meant to be loved
Because life can take beautiful
And tear it apart
Smother and drown out
Our once vital spark
Turn reasons to live for
Into something so dark
Give credence to evil and
Break open our hearts
Stomp out the innocent
Choke out the weak
Pay to keep mouths shut
Tell us not to speak

But I do

I believe of the ones that are left to record
What takes place
On this plain we call Earth
Our reward
On this grain in the sand of our beached Universe
You and I, we protect all the wavering minds
From the hurt as we bleed
Hold the hands, hold the headspace
Of the mentally blind, kind people
Are the best kind of people to find
And for those of you out there that can't
Crack a smile
Could you make an exception
And smile for awhile?
You may not see a reason to

But I do

Give compliments, flowers
Fruit, a breath of fresh air
Take a walk in the park with a friend
If you dare
Make room in your heart
To look after each other
Bend down, look around
Reach out to your brother
This is the reason we haven't been taken
We are stronger than most
Do not be mistaken
This is your chance to be there, not to run
Tomorrow just might be too late
When the sun starts to rise
How will you live with yourself
You decide
It will hurt your heart more
To leave someone behind
If you help them
You may not know what you will find

But I do 

tHE tERRY tREE
Rebecca Scull May 2014
When his lips met mine,
When I gave in to this other guy,
it all felt wrong.
His skin burnt my skin,
my hands burnt in his grip.
it all felt wrong.
There was nothing there anymore,
nothing there for me to want.
I thought maybe I could get over you.
I'll do to him what you did to me.
But it didn't turn out that way.
Because I wanted to tell him no,
to tell him I'm in love with someone else
to tell him he can go to hell.
But I realized something.
I realize that no matter how many times I say that I love you,
that I'm in love you,
that I want nobody else to know me how you do,
that none of it changes the way that you feel.
How you're never going to love anybody ever again.
How you don't want to love me,
how you want to deny me.
And no matter if I see that you do love me,
you'll deny it.
So when his skin burnt my skin,
I let it burn.
I did not try to extinguish it.
Because you wouldn't care if he had me or not.

But once he left, I fell into my own arms.
I fell into my own arms, and I cried.
Because he will never matter to me.
Because no matter how badly he wants me,
I do not want him.
I want you.
My tears fell, and I held myself.
Because you weren't there to hold me,
and you never will be able to.
Maria May 2014
It is painful to look at myself in the mirror at this time. Late.
All I see is tears in my eyes, refusing to come out.
My eyes are shining, All I feel is numbness.
I hate reality. I'd smoke cigarettes and drink my coffee black, bitter. I'd take pills to sleep and escape everything.
My scars, I helped grow.. By my own hand.
I'm sitting alone wondering what would it feel like? Having a real life. Being full of life, what is happiness?

God, I'm a sinner. I have no intention in washing my sins.

I'll just drown in books, again. I became so dark and I realized something..
you could feel everything and nothing at the same time. You see things, you understand things. But you pretend you don't.
Because It is so much better than believing it.

And I know everything.
But darling, this heartache is driving me crazy
Come and heal this ache of mine.

After all, this universe is not for us,  Isn't?
Aren't we just aliens with no purpose at all?
Aliens that humans don't even believe we exist.
No purpose at all, no future, It's scary.
And life....
What is life my dear? Is It real? Is everything real?
To me It is just a lie.

We don't deserve to live with sadness and accepts it.
It's okay, It's very okay.
In another life, perhaps?
Dhaye Margaux May 2014
In my dreams I saw you in another lifetime
Only you and I in another lifetime

In this chaotic world where pain is my blanket
I would just sleep and dream of another lifetime

I have loved you through times that roads are very rough
And keep our picture for another lifetime

If we were not given the chance to love and care
Maybe it would be real in another lifetime

So I will stay with hope that soon it will come true
You and I together in another lifetime.
A ghazal poem
Paris May 2014
They say the third times the charm, but what if the third time is what pushes me to finally kick the chair that's under me?
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