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Daisy Rae Jul 2018
I remember your kisses
And the feeling of your hand in mine,
Heartbreak is a war inside ourselves
But we must continue to shine.
It is not the end, only a new beginning
Harry Roberts Jul 2018
Continue On & Call His Bluff,
Tired Now I've Had Enough,
I'm Falling Now My Knees Are Weak, Now I Know What I Seek.

Lazy days in bed and we'd cuddle for hours,
Kisses and sweet insults we'd throw through the day,
Sun hanging low and I'd hang on to you,
Full from affection but we'd go out to eat.

Connected To Him (.)
Thought I'd Be His Forever,
Lights Getting Dim (.)
But Now We're Not Together.

Now my bed begs for company,
Telling me I'm like misery,
But I just feel empty,
He told me I'm history.

So At Him I'll Get Back,
I'll Make Sure To Attack,
I Learned For A Fact,
That I Haven't Any Tact.
Harry Roberts - Enough © 13/07/18
gina quatrino Jul 2018
He loves me.
she sat at her kitchen table, staring at the fresh bouquet.
her arms folded, she fumbled with the fallen petals.
He loves me not.
she let out a sigh and leaned back in her chair.
the window was open, letting in a crisp breeze that made her feel nostalgic.
she watched the curtains dance,
imagining that they were arms
reaching out to hold her.
He loves me.
she wondered if he was thinking about her,
as she sipped her coffee,
which was far more cream and sugar than anything else.
He loves me not.
“this is silly,”
she thought to herself, tossing the final petal over her shoulder.
and yet,
she couldn’t help but peek behind her to watch it float to the ground.
He loves me.
she rested her arms on the windowsill, watching the busy town below her.
she listened for the sounds of life starting again.
the babies in their strollers, crying.
the bikes racing against the cobblestone pavement.
she watched people hug, kissing each cheek.
starting over.
He loves me not.
she knew in her heart this was true,
but she still waited
for the last petal to fall,
she watched it float to the ground
so soft, yet so sudden.

He loves me not,
and that’s okay.
Peggy Upchurch Jul 2018
I often ponder on the foundation you made for me.
Wondering how or why you could do such things.
Living a lie within a lie.
Over and over.
Till the wall you made came crumbling
Showing another.
Wasting countless nights and hours trying to understand.
But after leaving and learning
I’ve come to a conclusion.
I’m here to live.
Not for you to control.
There are still some nights where I’ve come to old habits.
Hours and hours of wishing
That I could gone back and told myself
It isn’t you
It was never you
Sometimes it’s just the person.
I wrote this at like 12 in the morning
Arthur Habsburg Jul 2018
No beginning is good enough
I heard the sand grains say
repeatedly
They're blown about
unstuck their cover is fragile
They always remember being
some place else
vague and connected
loosely they're tied
to the stupid wind
by their own choosing
Restless they will be everywhere,
so they aren't picky.
Some get sticky
and buried
under stainless water,
and some mount up
thru seismic waves
into volumes of sandstone,
only to be trimmed into shorter sentence,
whipped into tenderness,
groomed into the latest
fashion,
those banded dunes that sulk
the passion.
Elizabeth Jul 2018
It was three am and, we were still up talking- laughing at inappropriate jokes with tired voices and sleep blending into the whites of our eyes like paint being mixed before an artist creates her masterpiece. By the window, I sat, staring at the moon and it’s perfect figure, so round and complex with ridges only where meant to be. My mind was searching like a lost child for an answer to my happiness, my mind was searching for a reason to be unhappy, but each time it would fail then try again. By the fifth time searching, I finally realized that this was what it was like to be ok. This was how it felt to be living for more than sleep at night and empty rooms. This is what it feels like when the stars are aligned, and everything is still. Tonight the moon asked me how I was feeling and for the first time in forever I said I was doing quite alright.
What are your conversations with the moon like?
Miss Me Jul 2018
Truth not always spoken
   But always known
For the day will come
    With such spoken words
Let the truth in

Let it be the release
    of the old
And the building
    Of the new
Let the truth in

Let it be known
That what is seen
   with the eyes
Always holds the truth
Let the truth in

And the trust within
   The new you begin
Audra Jul 2018
He is back in the business
And I’ve seen it for myself,
But then why do I feel it’s not over?
Like this is the beginning
Of something with potential
To be good or bad.

I should feel like
Flowers, sunshine, and happiness;
I’m really not complaining
(You would know if I was).
But I’m still not convinced
By the smile on his face.
If the boy is back in my life, why can’t I just take it as it is on the surface?
Diána Bósa Jun 2018
I am still sleeping with your spectral body
sharing my bed with your incorporeal consciousness.
Even now can recall the taste of your dreams
for enfolding myself with your astral vestige.

I am like air yet earthbound because of you
in my turning, I no longer can return to the highest deep.

Your rising was my fall
for my end became your beginning.
Crying these tears of mirror shards
the next page in the book of reflections was turned.

And nothing left behind
but comforting the ghost.
Ashish Gaur Jun 2018
Have you seen the beauty in that rock,
That lifeless cold piece sitting in the dark
They will tell you it's not right, that you're out of your mind
But the creator blinded by nature, will always be by your side

Have you ever made them believe
Tearing your vocals, killing your ego, for that belief
But still they move around you; as if they don't hear any voice
Eerily weirdly, they pretend they don't have a choice.

Have you ever looked the Devil straight into its eyes
And hear it say that you can't do it, it comes at a price.
Break those chains those hollow promises
And show him that you had already done it.

Have you ever been lost just to be found again
By the person you care, you want her to know you again.
In that pursuit though you should be aware
You are hurt, but now, you are also a broken pair.

Have you ever gone into the deepest portion of the sea
Where you're sitting at the bottom waiting, just waiting her to see
At that point you'll hear her voice, feel her presence
whilst all this time she's always there for you.

And that is when you'll realise that you've forgotten her
listening to all the empty voices, you had send her to oblivion
Since then she has been waiting for you undeceived
because she hopes, she trusts, she believes, she dreams.
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