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Aseel Jun 2020
Once you let some random human being  into your life just because your heart beats faster when you look them in the eyes, you should accept the fact that one day they’ll try so hard to get into the very center of your life and then .. set it on fire.
Akira Apr 2020
I love you
even my heart breaks.
I love you
even you don't love me.
I love you
until someone reaches the earth's core.
I just love you my love
p.s I don't know, I'm just bored because of this quarantine
Michael R Burch Apr 2020
Bubble
by Michael R. Burch

                Love—
          fragile,    elusive—
     ­ if held         too closely
    cannot              withstand
  the inter                    ruption
of its                              bright,
  unmalleable           ­   tension
    and breaks, disintegrates,
       at the              touch of
           an undiscerning
                   hand.

Originally published by Neovictorian/Cochlea. I believe this is my only "shape" or "shaped" poem. Keywords/Tags: Love, fragile, delicate, bubble, tension, held, breaks, pops, disintegrates, explodes, implodes, hand, touch, harsh, ungentle
Maja Mar 2020
I wish I was clueless again,
that I could go back,

go back to a time when it didn’t hurt,
a time that wasn’t so black

I wish I could see the colours
of the sun and sky at day

now, everything is so dull,
every colour I see is grey

I wish I didn’t know,
that rejection hurts so much

I wish I didn’t know
the strength of coldness clutch

I wish I didn’t know,
that a broken heart breaks you

I wish I didn’t know
but sadly, now I do.
Wouldn't it be nice to return to when life was easy?
then again... was it ever?
The clock sounds lost moments with a snickering tick-tock.

As the pages of the still and empty calendar gather dust and wilted pages.

So much time, however, no one to **** such with…

Insanity is the money paid for life’s burdens as wages.

The mind drifts back to memories of loves that have have come and that have gone.

The empty rooms echo with old songs that you play to relive such cherished moments

To keep the feeling alive

Until your heart forgets how to receive or find love and it is worn out to the bone.

Beating so hard for that missed someone.

Beating in excitement for that fresh look from someone you adorre

Quickly, you must catch her, before she disappears out the moment’s doors.

Love seems so hard to find.

Women you feel are interested in

Failing to see you there…holding open a kind door

To open your soul to them

Even if the relationship never lasts past one tick of the clock

At least you stood tall and showed a rainbow of warm colors

As she disappears on the arm of another

A tear fills the eye for one short second

Then you disappear within the moment and you cheer on your victorious and beloved brother.
eleanor prince Feb 2019
pain with no script
subterranean roar
pressing call
pushing through
unkempt wasteland

places we don't see
lest they confront
status quo
hidden from all
but the sharp

as echoes we meet
find the persona
sear like another
stinging coal
on splintered frame

bent from carrying
shadows
cast on the
lake of fire's
unceasing scourge
a moment of depression breaking through, before a lighter time arrives... perhaps some may identify with its powerful pull
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