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Candice Jul 2017
I believe at the end of my life,
the credits will read tragedy,
that with the last blink of my eye your face will cross my mind,
and I'll go back to that day
in the dead of winter,
when I was warm,
because I had your arms,
but for that moment they were mine,
that night all you wanted was me..
and my last breath will be taken away at the realization
that all I've ever wanted was you...
Isabelle Jul 2017
It’s been a long time
Looks like it’s been a very very long time
It’s haunting me
Wanting to break free

I always leave
Then comes back
Sometimes it’s the other way around
(What’s the difference?)

I always stop
Then starts again
Sometimes it’s the other way around
(What’s the difference?)

It’s the tide, the high and low
Washes what’s on the shore
Then returns what I thought I already lost
-memories, emotions, words

I comeback then leaves, I start then stops
I am coming back, again and again
To free the emotions, the words
To meet the shore, where I always belong

It’s the waves of poetry
That brings me back, always
To my first love
**Writing
I always come back, but always not for good..

How I miss reading and writing. Sorry for the poor poem, it's my first write after what seems a very long time!
Janae Bello Jul 2017
Blank page
Staring back at me
Even with no gaze
It’s judging me
Liz Carlson Jul 2017
Every time I see your face,
My heart beats a little faster.
Every time I hear your words,
It's like I've gone back in time.
We're not meant to be,
So why can't I just move on?
I started depending on you too much,
and now part of me feels like it's missing.
You taught me things about myself and the world.
I can never thank you enough.
You introduced me to new sounds,
that now make me think of you.
My heart aches for what we had,
But we can't go back.
Moving on.
CautiousRain Jul 2017
Go ahead and kiss me,
Pull me close,
Interlock our fingers,
Become my prose.
Funny how I write this even though I feel otherwise.
A Alexander Jul 2017
The stars demanded my attention,
Filling the sky with their flare.
I quickly gathered our family together,
to run over the hill to marvel.
My dad was more reluctant to see what
All the excitement was about.
Having stayed behind,  maybe he knew
Something I didn’t at the time.
Perhaps the worlds end, but I didn’t want
to let this moment pass by, and miss the awe.
We kept running and running towards the light.
This is in reference to a dream that I had when I was younger..
Francis Rowell Jul 2017
I unravel in your arms,
no more than a tattered baby blanket
in your eyes.
I'm back, the sky grey upon my return as the gods cry.
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