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And it is only in the darkness
that the stars begin to burn.
Keep your head up. Things will get better. It's always darkest before the dawn.
Oskar Erikson Jul 2019
it seems that all Love is,
is finding the snippets of those who once
we adored
in the bodies of strangers and hoping
this time it will be reciprocated.
Madison Greene Jul 2019
This is how it starts.
It's promises that feel like contracts and the feeling that this time, you got it right.
It's parking lot confessions and I like you so much it hurts.
It's I'm scared to lose you and you aren't even mine.
It's everything that's hurt has led me to you.
It's don't get out of the car, kiss me one more time.
I don't want to sleep without you tonight.
It's sunday morning.
It's a feeling in your stomach that makes you sick.
It's disappointment and it's why didn't I see this coming.
You don't want to feel it, but you can't help but drown in it.
It's bad timing.
It's do you still think of me?
It's 2 a.m.
It's don't answer that because I'm terrified of your response and ignorance is bliss.
It's bringing up memories that I should've put to rest the day you changed your mind.
It's crossing the street to avoid me.
It's my lip burning at the thought of never kissing you again.
It's I deleted your number and you're in a different city and I hope I never feel this much again.
This is how it ends.
g Jul 2019
i started writing when i was 15 years old. every word that came from me stemmed from a dark place that i was trying my best to come out from. every poem i wrote was a desperate plea for help. it's been 5 years since then and i'm in a completely different place now, mentally and physically. i'm far from home, doing my degree in psychology, hoping that one day i'll get to help people who felt the same way i did years ago. it took me a while but i found myself, and i found love. i found love for myself, and i found love for others. and most importantly, i found love for a specific him, and i know that even if we don't ever make it to the end together, he will always be someone very precious to me. as such, this is "the end". but this is also "the beginning". the beginning of my 20s, the beginning of my university life, and the beginning of my life.

thank you for walking with me through the toughest moments/days of my life. when things were bad all i had were my words and hellopoetry to release them to. you kept me afloat when i couldn't do so myself. so thank you, so so so much.
Anastasia Jul 2019
Beginning of the day
Morning
Light is leaking in from between my white gauzy curtains
Dancing shadows of leaves show a performance on my skin
My golden hair gently moves as I lift up my head
Blood rushes
The familiar scenery of my room leads to content
I stretch,
Arching my back and pointing my toes
One of my socks fell off as I slept
Last night floods my mind
Elemenohp Jul 2019
Drip. Drip. Shiver.
Draw an arrow from the quiver.
Inhale, exhale, hold.

Pause.

Wait.

Incriminate.

Set the fire.
Watch this disintegrate.

Breathe again.
MayC Jul 2019
sky
sometimes I just want
to be woken up at 3 a.m.
in the morning
just to watch the stars.
to see what are they doing
while we are asleep.
because no one knows how
they live
how they truly shine.
stardust on our eyelids
to make us fall
asleep
on purpose.
their energy may fill
the entire
Universe
and we,
us,
so innocent,
so naive,
we may never know what they are
up to.
for they can bring life
with their warmth
and their light
but they can
give birth to chaos,
in an abyss of a black hole.
supernovas,
the death of a star,
we think we know them.
but how about their birth?
you never see their spells
how they conjure up and
sing together
and dance through constellations
to welcome their new sister.
no one knows.
not even the Giant
Cosmos
can predict what they can do.
so,
no new stars.
the same light.
with the same speed.
billions and billions
light years
away.
and the distance may come to us
and hunt our minds.
are they still alive ?
are they still emanating
pure, golden
chaos?
unfortunately,
for the heartbroken,
former lovers' eyes
represent the stars.
and oh, how tragic
and beautifully melancholic
it is
to better think that
the stars don't shine anymore.
if not for them,
than fo no one.
don't share the night sky with anyone.
don't wake up just to catch them.
don't dismiss their magic stardust
that puts you to sleep.
because they will enchant you
and make you wish
you never shared their secrets with anyone,
not even yourself.


-May Colde
Sorry for the possible mistakes.
Ben Jun 2019
I met you in spring,
Feelings nurtured to bloom:
My heart grew there too.
Ben Jun 2019
All at once
It comes so naturally.
Finally, into fruition
A beautiful blossom
Bursting with life.
Springs.
Organically nurtured; cared for with
A profound love,
Unbeknownst.
Jo Jun 2019
I cut my hair the other day
the hair that you said you loved so much.
You don't know, but I let it grow
like weeds during a drunken spring.
it pooled around my feet and tangled
tripping me every time I tried to run.
it was shorn with a silver razor-sharp blade
in the light of the full moon.
each stand that fell to the ground
gave birth to something new
that grew into something beautiful inside me.
Now that heavy dark curtain is gone from my head,
I am finally ready for the light that awaits me.
Please do not mourn what has been lost;
hair will always grow back
as my love grows stronger.
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