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McNe Oct 2014
Like flowers, her life wilted,
Despite the ample rain,
The people whom she needed,
The ones who left her in pain.

Deceit was their craft,
To pretend is a must,
Behind the smiles, a rotten laugh,
How foolish was she to trust!

Lies are words with fatal poison,
Injected right through one's head,
Creeping unto the system of the person,
Slowly, making her dead.

When the situation turned unpleasant,
She sought for whom she called "friends",
But the people were hesitant,
Not even one hand can they  lend.

They use her for their own benefit,
Yet the slightest company, they can't provide,
How can she be blinded and cannot see it?
It's obvious, no matter how hard they try to hide.

A mask they would always wear,
Thousands of words they already said,
Yes! Back stabbers they were,
Rumors, they boldly spread.

Now, she finally opened her eyes,
Her trust completely broken, turned into dust,
She finally see through their horrible lies,
Though weeping, a strong facade is a must.
Busy schedule + No material = Late Posting of Poem

I hate myself for not posting any poem the past few days...
You’re all the same
Assembly line humans
Intentions hidden on
Perfectly designed frames

Street light eyes
To guide me home
Are lit by the fire
Stolen from my soul

All holding smiles
Glinting until they blind
You’re all the same*
And you cannot be trusted
Because everyone uses you when it's convenient
annvelope Sep 2014
You were pretty
But when I know the real you,
You are ugly.
If the door slides open
And you have the chance
To walk through the edges
Of a friends secret past;
You have been given a great
Opportunity to see and heal
It is unwise to summoned strangers
To visit this cherished museum, of scars.
The world would be a better place
If friends and love ones could be LOYAL.
Amanda J Sep 2014
I don't know if what I'm feeling is right
Staying up late, thinking of what this is
What we are, and what we could become

I dream of you, dreaming of me.
Laying in the grass late at night,
Listening to music and pouring our hearts out.

These things I imagine, and will never see.
You let go before I was ready,
Idle, I sit waiting for your return.

Lost, like a balloon in the sky.
Free, but needing something
Anything to hold on to.

I've lost my way.
A Aug 2014
I trusted you
You betrayed me
*******
            
I gave you everything I had
You betrayed me
*******

You said you loved me
I believed you
you said forever
I believed you

*******
For making me blind
For making me break
For making me lose all hope


For making me want to die.
Colette Aug 2014
We were both very close,
like two peas in a pod.
Me and you against the world.
Why have we drifted?

We used to go out on sundays,
movie was our weekend thing,
and now those times are gone.
Why have we drifted?

You said you were doing all these for me,
so I can have a better future,
then you're asking me when will I leave home.
Why have we drifted?

And now you're out with some other girl,
coming home late,
is there no more family in us?
Why have we drifted?

I used to want to ask for hugs,
and maybe you were my shoulder to lean on,
now I don't even want to talk to anyone.
Why have we drifted?

You were my anchor,
my support,
and now all I ever want is to die.
Why have we drifted?

I am no watch dog,
waiting for you to come back.
I am sick of all of this.
Why have we drifted?

Where are you when I needed you most?
I was your little girl,
and you my hero.
Why have we drifted?

We have we drifted,
and we will just keep drifting
                  
                                        and drifting...
Feeling rather torn up because I can no longer find comfort in my dad.
Liora Jensen Aug 2014
Presently convinced my mind has gone amiss.
Where from me, betrayed, does my current filter lay?
Under the stars? Over the moon?
Locked away in complacent solitude?
I refuse to wonder, or dream, or wander.
I must do what I can with this joke of a hand.
Nina MacDonald Jul 2014
When your mind has been altered,
Regardless the substance,
Your shaky hands still dial my number.

And if that doesn't say anything about you and I,
Maybe it says something about you an her.
Zaynub Jul 2014
in love.
inlove.

maybe we called it being in love
because "in" was a prefix for not
and the space between the words
was the void you created when you left
or maybe the space was always there
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