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Sandoval Apr 2017
Appreciate* the loneliness in me.

One day it wont beg for you no more.


*Sandoval
Ron Gavalik Mar 2017
‪I am you‬
‪and you‬
‪are my enemy‬
‪Late at night‬
‪I plot your demise‬
‪In the mornings‬
‪regret‬
‪In the evenings‬
‪I beg forgiveness‬
‪The cycle‬
‪never ends‬
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Àŧùl Nov 2016
When it was all so true,
I felt so new and so did you,
Why did you quit then?

At a time when I loved you,
Even you used to love me,
Why did you get lost then?

My track record was loyal,
Not once did I cheat you,
Why did you cheat me then?

When you needed me,
I was not much far,
Why did you consider me incapable then?

At the beginning of your youth,
Very cute you were,
Why did you start putting makeup then?

My requirement was not beauty,
Not a shallow person am I,
Why did you misinterpret me then?

All I had was love & faithfulness,
You should have given me both or either,
Why then should I feel so cheated?
HP Poem #1235
©Atul Kaushal
Mazen Edlibi Oct 2016
I know her face with that smile that i can't forget!
I still feel her eyes getting through my heart!
Leaving him in a battle of finding its truth!
The little shy smile that still burning my soul in questions!
didn't you begged, not to have any more feelings!
Didn't you promised yourself that you will be the loser at the end of every story!
Didn't you get enough of being burned....
Didn't you live for a while and died for so long in pain!
But I still feel her hugs that I couldn't get enough!
I made her smiled, but i suffered from that point till now!
I still remember her face......
but......

Love still without a face!
Gourab Banerjee May 2016
Oh
Lord of Heavens

From the immense silence of
Dark galaxies
Am I audible....!

From the inevitable
Light of the twinkles
Am I visible.....!

If you're there
We must meet someday.

My soul has so much unuttered
My breathe yet to meet her's.

Help Me.....
My Lord
Help Me.......!!!-08.05.2016
Shan Coralde May 2016
Her thoughts.
I lie down on the grass
seeing the sun shine on my face
Making my hands sweat as I reach out to it
Tinting my face red with the heat it brings

You're beside me.
The greatest thing that happened to me.
I don't want to lose you.
I plead to anyone who'd hear my prayer.

His thoughts
I lie down on this hospital bed.
My smile reflected on your eyes like glass.
My hands shiver, shake, tremble as it reaches for your cheeks.
I fail. Hand drops. Pale skin. Cold heart. Enter nothingness.

Your tears are the only warmth on my body.
Goodbye, My beloved.
Hannah Anderson Apr 2016
I beg of you

A poem for the seniors.
I beg of you, do not go to college.
You've heard it all wrong,
about the future, I mean.
I heard what they told me,
I remember it clealy...
If I want to be happy, if I want a job, if I want to make a living for myself...
I need to apply
I need to make the deadline
I need the best SAT
Take it once, twice?
Okay maybe three.
get good grades
student council
sports
be
everything.


You heard it all wrong.
Have you been out of the state,
the country?
Neither had I.
Just leave
find a program,
volunteer,
work abroad,
see whats outs there.

You are so young,
college makes you sit
it makes you stay
it makes you spend your life away
inside,
in debt,
in class,
inside your head.

You wont be leaving
and if you try
your debt will choke you
you can't leave that behind.
So I beg of you,
get out while you can
Rowan Mar 2016
So far things have been pretty great.
Not much to complain about.
Ever food upon my plate.
And yet to be blessed with gout.
I started as a little boy.
Probably crying. Who cares or knows?
Turned into a crawling bag of blood.
Ten fingers and ten toes.
A fun but forgotten formation.
With morning baths my plight.
Mountains of information.
Before a slumbered switch of light.
Sometimes sleep eluded me.
Sometimes I eluded it.
But food was always fresh and free.
Computer monitor always lit.
Avoiding smoked pressure.
As a rarely rebellious teen.
The black of my shirts a measure.  
Of the horrors I've yet to see.
Some studies, stress and cars.
Normal, expected, much like most.
Some loves, regrets and bars.
Some bacon, eggs and toast.

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Or
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Like the many, many others.
With ever waning health.
Untouched by a loving mother.
Not born with relative wealth.
I sleep in slums, streets and shacks.
With whole hunger in my eyes.
I live inside the calloused cracks.
Of a veiled, dirt disguise.
Today's another closing door.
Another dose of killing time.
To letters I am an underscore.
The darkest beam of sunshine.
Tomorrow seems like much the same.
More escaping to get by.
Living inside the cruelest game.
Difficulty set to high.
The transparent cloak I wear.
Has been through the coldest times.
It protects me from the stares.
Of their perfect, endless eyes.
I am nothing but these begging hands
Nothing but a will to cope.
A lack of plans and fashion brands.
The lack of a noosed hope.
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