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Flynn Apr 2020
This ****** organism
Flowing with Lyricism
Endowed with Witticism
Maybe lacking in rhythm...
But not in favouritism
Look under the skin
Why the schism
What is the division
Needless criticism

Wait... did I just become the villain?
Is there ever any need for judgemental comparison?
Choderlos Mar 2020
My heart within me is still
Growing fonder and fonder
With her feverish embraces
Amidst the slightest touches
Every single one of them is divine
She is all the colours in one at full brightness
Surpassing all men, in hearts, and in splendour.

The song I undoubtedly sang so well
But only as friendly it could suffice
I grasped on to my feelings for so long
My tender fingers could hold on no more
Nevertheless, a glimmer of hope I felt in her words
May God love me enough
That my feelings not deceive me
That my only hope, fade not, from view.

We are too young in time
For the feelings that arrest our hearts
These hearts that may have hitherto been shattered
We have felt pain man knows not of
Nothing is altogether new
With time being most ardently kind to us
Going ever so very slowly
We will be healed of our wounds
The sun, to our faces, will shine once again.


Hand in hand on a perfect evening stroll
Heaven and earth reclining into the background
Our mouths saying few
Our hearts saying all
Maybe she will be mine and I be hers
However obvious about my feelings I may be
Maybe a friendly song will forever be heard
My heart will still go on nonetheless
Knowing well I played a part in the story still
We can reach that famous happy end.
We can, in our hearts, rewrite the stars.
Some lines I stole from favourite movies and songs... enjoy :D
Thomas W Case Feb 2020
A black splash
washes over my mind.
A dark flow that
bursts into bloom, like
Oleander or Night Shade.
The four leaf clover in
my pocket broke into a
thousand green tears.
Lovers know *******.
And when she keeps me from
my daughter, she's the
executioner, and smiles.
But the sublime thing about
life and love is: I will
never give up.
If I fall 100 times,
I will rise 101.
And I'll see you
soon, my little Iris.
Children need their fathers.
melli7 Feb 2020
Who owns grief?
The one who cries the loudest?
The one who acts the most disturbed?
     Or *******-ish?
     Or eerily withdrawn and quiet?
The one who had The Best Relationship with the dead?
     The most unresolved?
The one who feels the most guilt?
     Who feels out of place at the funeral?
     Who resents the world?
     Who is named in the will?

How many people can have a share?
Who is allowed a say on the Board of Grief?
     Are children underage?

How powerful are the grieving?
Enough to command a neighbor’s chicken soup?
     Casserole?
     Cake?
     Family heirloom?
     House?
     Family entire?
     Telephone call?
Charlotte Ahern Feb 2020
Is it tenacious  
to take mine
because i took yours,
or perhaps only foolish  
to both end up blind
a method I don't agree works well in the long term
Alieze Jan 2020
I
In her eyes,
bitterness manifest,
from the throat which is dry,
a sad note of lullaby rest.
first poem. first and a small part of the whole.

by acknowledging the dark will you able to find light.
Robby Jan 2020
The great dragon hides away in her cave
Drunk on the beating hearts of her prey
Surrounded by the gifts of her worshipers

Her eyes burn red from the lack of peace
Her breath is sulfurous and fiery hot
Her tongue whips lashes with no remorse

I once pledged my loyalty to her
Gave her my heart and my soul
She scorched it just like the earth around her
GreenWitch Jan 2020
I just want to be noticed
For the talents that I hide
I want to be remembered for my light
But it'll most likely be my lies
Negativity becomes sticky in the mind
A tar that won't wash away
Like the bitter taste of a rind
Hatred grows inside and poisons
Each thought that should arise
Gratitude is lacking this day
Only resentment is seen in their eyes
Forget the rules and the happiness
That's been the goal of my life
There is no fairness in this struggle
I carry alone, my brittle bones and strife
Because I'm getting quite tired of it all...
Van Xuan Jan 2020
They said that when one reaches midnight
They always express their deepest feelings
To someone they really love...

I'm really afraid of this time
Because whenever I reach midnight
The feeling of bitterness will show

The bitterness of being left behind
By the girl that USED to be my
EVERYTHING
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