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Lynnia Aug 2018
i don’t know where i’m going
the road behind me blurred like tears
new directions, old insecurities
they tell me now to face my fears

but i can’t
what if i can’t?

walking on eggshells
tripping on a tightrope cold
monotonous road of hidden knives
chokehold the new to bury the old

and i can’t
i just can’t

all tight smiles, unnatural laughter
driven to cursed synergy
once-crossed and twice-gifted
i’m running out of energy

and maybe i can’t
or maybe i just don’t know how
Selena WH Aug 2018
You drained me of my identity and
Injected self doubt into my veins
Left me questioning my own sanity
Walking around aimlessly
At war with my own body every day
Trying to scrub your heavy words off my skin
My mental state has been shaken to its core
I don´t know who I am anymore.
I was in a relationship, as you can tell by some of my older poems, which I now recognize as emotionally abusive. This poem tells a lot.
Cecil Miller Aug 2018
I was taken a-back
By a memory
Of a sweet, sweet face
From long ago.

I can't find that place
Within me.
I wonder where and when
Did it go.

Dallas ain't the place
That I want to be,
But New Orleans ain't the same,
As before.

My heart doth break
For my one true love,
But I can't love
Anymore.
I started writing a new song with my guitar tonight. Making music is fun.

I'm going to call this one "I Can't Love Anymore." This is is only one verse. I'm dropping it here to keep track, cause the internet never forgets.

Northwest Louisiana, let's start a band.
Jack P Jul 2018
volte face
pivot away from
the old place
where ***** mirrors
accentuate
cracks in the skin;
too wide or
too thin.

hymns from a chasm
that sits in between
they


and


them.

without turning away
dreams (yours and ours)
will fall limper,
whimper,
simmer under hot sun
as they're hung from the ramparts
gnarled and ragged
like the crest of a defeated army

volte face
pivot away from
the dead space
where bruised silences
accentuated
the cracks in your brain;
too much in
not enough sane.

and you will write a million """Poems"""
and they will be about as useful
as a blind man's reading glasses.
here is my shoulder, here is your clout

When I was younger
I had it all


But life took a turn
It all came crashing down
and I was left flat broke
Losing all that I owned

But when I did
All those who loved and cared for me
Lifted me up with love

And in that moment
I was able to see
How much
I truly had...

It was only when I had nothing
I could see that I had everything

And what a wealthy man I am
Written: July 26, 2018

All rights reserved.
Willow Jul 2018
Cry
The eyes cry because your heart can't cry or else you will die.
Deepti Jul 2018
The days were dark and grey,
My mind deep in thoughts of sorrows and pain lay,
You promised you won't leave me at all,
But once again,you were not there at the time of my fall.

I laughed the most with you,
I cried the most with you,
I wish before trusting you I knew,
Cheaters like you are  not very few.

You took away everything I had with me,
My smile,my happiness and my glee,
We almost ended up as unknown peeps,
No more mattering our griefs.

The wind blew,
I no more know you,
I shall leave to find the real me,
To bring back my faded identity.

-Deepti
Love yourself.
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