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Dom Bobek Jan 2018
Hope has died,
of course I cried,
death is always sad,
puts you sobbing into bed...

But sometimes it can be good,
there are things that die should.
False hope is an evil,
while it's not the devil,
it still makes your mind rebel.

When false hope dies,
the heart gets a surprise:
A clarity of thought.

You've been fighting windmills for too long,
finally your heart can hear the gong.
Liz Carlson Jan 2018
this simple concept,
can bring clarity to all
or it can sting like a bee.

so simple in nature,
yet so hard to deliver.
what a mystery.
Hm. What is it?
I have to remember that life does not work this way. the universe does not play toward my favor.

I have moments where I do not think at all. no information is exchanged, no neurons fire.

yet I find myself in these moods of brief clarity, a strange sort of enlightenment where I seek out my poetic justice.

I acknowledge my prophetic nature. but in the end the words have no meaning, and I am left as empty as before. I lack purpose. drive. skill. knowledge. talent.

I am a lost soul, but I take that as a romantic notion.

there is beauty in my downward spiral, because it is a geometric form, and it has been said that geometry connects man to the cosmos.

if one uses geometry as an means to produce and organize order out of chaos, we can connect to the cosmos and become one with the universe.
April 22nd, 2013

I honestly have no idea what I was thinking when I wrote this.

just a brief flash of clarity, before it was lost in the abyss.
A moment of clarity
A moment of peace
A moment of thankfulness
A moment of bliss
Internally and externally all is at rest
I take pride in my insecurities
For they are just as much me than the rest of me
And that makes me smile
Accepting them allows me to work with them
Creating something beautiful from the lump inside (me)
Some people see me as:
Condescending,
Oblivious,
Ignorant,
Unaware of anything and everything.
But we cannot solve problems unless we are at peace with ourselves
Remove the logs within us before we hunt the spec in society.
We have our whole lives to create, change and evolve
So why not get a headstart?
Cerasium Dec 2017
The heart
Such a confusing thing
Filled with happiness compassion and love
Yet also filled with sadness resent and hate

Once it starts to flutter
The beats can't be stopped
Time needs to flow
For confusion to end

Listen to your heart
At least that's what they say
But why listen to it
When all that comes is uncertainty

To be with one
But also grow to despise
Yet to meet another
And grow to aspire

We meet again
Feelings grow stronger
Yet hearing something from the other
Annoyance and hate only grow wilder

Heart calls out
To the one it's chosen
Yet also hangs on
To the one it starts loathing

Pulling it's strings
It tangles in a web
Hurting itself more
With just a simple beat

Til another kindred heart
Comes by to help
Shedding light
Upon a darkened scene

Finally free
No tangles left clinging
Time to follow it's plea
And chase the one it adores
bymslu Dec 2017
the Truth

its with kind regards
that you've been asked to avail yourself
excuse yourself
from our crying festivals and internal ridicules of should-have's,
to make an honest revelation of yourself.
i'd understand if you've gotten lost along the way
or forgotten the directions;
its been a while since your presence was requested
its just that right now
i’d really appreciate your attendance to the vulnerability.

i know you’ve noticed
i’ve conversed with tribes opposite to you long enough
i’ve testified against your whispers.
yes, its done nothing
but heighten my complexities and insecurities,
and disrupt my rhythm.
the rhythm I thought I could dance to on my own
without you taking the lead
or setting the record straight.
i’m sorry:
the times I stood you up
the unwanted plus one’s
the cancelled reservations,
but know that this one here
is just you and i
a table for two
and a serving of unseasoned confessions.

let me knowΒ whenΒ you can make it. . .
underestimating the presence of a guest . . a guest you thought would always be around
Kyla Sargent Nov 2017
You know,
I thought about writing about you today...

Even though you don't deserve the art
that my words could turn you into.

I cannot even lie to myself and turn anything about you
into something poetic.

You see, my vocabulary can depict dying, pain, abuse,
and self-destruction into something beautiful.

But this is the first time that my descriptions
depicted someone as nonsense or nonexistent.

I may be able to lie to myself...
but my pen is incapable of such deception.

Poetry is clarity and yet,
even my poetry couldn't make you clear...

Maybe because...
you were never here in the first place.
A short lived relationship that ended horribly.
Galbraith Frase Nov 2017
You're the code that I'm trying to figure out
You're the Pantone shades I'm trying to understand
You're the positivity and the doubt,
You're the missing element I want to cage a grand

I think I have mastered your patterns in crazy alternatives
That right now, I'm still arranging your unorganized buttons
I attempted to love you your likings, just to say that I am widely creative,
Though there are devilish and majestic counts for your respective reasons

Many mouths have delivered and said the same guilt of languages
Chaotic pasts and mayhems are hidden to remember
These wounds and emotions are no longer to be covered with classic bandages,
You're the holographic dream and the impossible to reach in all chambers

I have encountered broken  promises and I have trusted ranks of themes,
I guess we enjoyed the pride to where the roads will lead us to
Roses aren't that romantic as beautiful as they seem,
Orbs cannot unsee your inadequate schemes because boy, you're see through

My mind is floating twenty-four-seven like a gushing river,
Cues subsided in between unidentified hallucinations
Honestly, there are things that I insist to sugarcoat,
Scooping the factors that you have a bucket of reservations

Oftentimes, these glitches could appear in authentic waves
Feet are out of the box, searching for the valid sequence
My crumpled heart is the cursor and you're the file I still need to save,
This is the chronicle of how you became my iridescence
Which clasp am I going to choose and push then?
-- yours truly.
Dougie Simps Nov 2017
(Piano)

I know this should be easy
How come it’s been hard to let go?
So much stronger...
Why is my mind weak though?
Time has passed by
I won’t dare cry
My chest has been burning ever since you left

My heart’s replaced with the fire
My minds open but stuck in desire
Waited so long... hoping things would change
Was this always hopeless? Was my hope insane?
They say good love could take you to unforgettable limits
Please hear me and accept my forgiveness
Never saw you, as you walked by
Things were broken, It took time to realize

You don’t know, no you don’t know the nights I lay here
I smile for everyone - I don’t want them to see my sadness - dear
It hurts to admit this
But I have to ask...
Why didn’t you want to stay?
Actually, please don’t answer that...
No more questions.
no more saying your name
I can’t take anymore of your pain
Days have fallen
I have risen
Fully functional - but feels somethings missing
Replaceable - so easy to start over...
We both know that’s not true
But needed the closure.
You reached a limit
I wasn’t enough!
It’s like a fire - replaced all of our love.

What is real love?
Is it Cupid?
Is it the madness - two minds that are so foolish?
This time is different
No resentment
Just freedom - let go of repentance.
Not a day goes by that I wonder
What would’ve happened if we made it this summer...
Never fun losing a best friend
Even worst if their your lover
I won’t say another word
Time is of the essence
But I can no longer lie...I don’t understand why I still feel your presence

I have the memories - hope you still do too
Hope you’re smiling and finding all of you
As we move on - finding new life and devotion
I have to say this - without using too much emotion
Thank you for everything
Even for the love
I hope I helped you - hope I was enough
Hope we never forget this
No matter if it was right or wrong
These words are burning...
The ashes are all that are left of this song.
Maybe one day we can make peace
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