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MicMag Aug 2018
You don't have a clue
how much I need You
without you I'd be nothing
without you I'd be nowhere

Counting on You (1 of 10)
a countdown series - poems of decreasing length, each using You as the first and last word
Pull your mask out
Let your guard down,
You need not hide anymore
I see you for who you are
Not what I desire to see you as
And I've got to say:
From where I'm standing
You couldn't be more bare.

Finally, stripped off of your facade
I see you for what you are
You're just as clueless as I:
Here to discover life!

Now, let's take this plunge into the abyss
And realize all our forgotten realities,
Sketch on each other's silences, we will,
For repainting these faded colors is fill;
For we know: time there's none absolute
But for our time together made of absolutes.
fatima Jul 2018
tell me
as i know nothing
clueless as it is
everything is just unknown

as i want to know things
to understand, not to be mad
i want to be open
in everything i want to know

so tell me
as i am clueless
like a child full of woes
am curious enough?
just tell me if i'm bothering you.
mitus May 2018
Each day I gain a little more tiredness but today could be the day it stops.
MOHAMED Mar 2018
A poem about love
How do I write something
I am not good enough

This expression of love
I have no idea where to start
How to rhyme and stuff

Girl do you need the strange art
For me to show that I love you
With all my heart

O heavens above
How do I write something
I know not of.
I don't know how to write a love poem. But I do know how to love her.
Something valuable, precious even
Sometimes painful
But always hard to contain, hide, or forget
All encompassing
Powerful
Forever.
Terrible confused with myself. I'm lost inside. I've lost myself. I'm just... hopeless
Lin Jan 2018
Oh, how easy it would be?
With these evil thoughts
That just seem to overtake.
I know they are lies
Just trying to eat me from the inside
And just trying make me cry.
But, oh, how they make me always think
How easy it would be.
This is a different version of another poem I made. This one is shorter and more of my classic poems, while the other is more of a story.
Mizar Shephard Jan 2018
I feel like I don't know anything
Hundreds of people pass me every day
Hundreds of songs I hear along the way
Hundreds of words spoken I can't say
Hundreds of colors but all I know is grey

It seems as if everyone already knows these things
That I haven't understood yet
That I haven't learned to get
That I haven't even met
That I haven't got a bet

So how am I supposed to exist if I can't fit in
Is it because I was born wrong
Is it because I don't listen to their song
Is it because I can't stay strong
Why is it I don't belong?

At least I'm asking questions....
Cerasium Dec 2017
Speechless
That is what I've become
Use to have words flying through my mind
Now there is total silence

Mind freezes still
Heart aches
For the first time
Happiness isn't faked

Head spinning
Thoughts start to race
Pounds of the soul
Beat harder than ever before

Confusion sets in
At this puzzling action
The eyes wander aimlessly
As the mind tries to grasp

Grasping on thin straw
The mind collapses
Lost in utter chaos
To what it has become

The smiles consist
The laughs genuine
The feeling of safety
The passion of hope

Feelings that are foreign
Ones I've never experienced
Now become known
As I meet you now

Lost and betrayed
This chest starts to waver
Heart pounding faster
Threatening to break free

Confusion here at last
Fully settled in
The mind is now silent
Once again

Eyes can't stop staring
Lips can't stop smiling
Ears beg for the voice
From the one they adore

Pain starts to peek
Holding tightly to the heart
Not sure of what to do
Or what is going on

Fear rushes in
Throat tightens up
Eyes start pleading
As heart flutters deep

Yearning for attention
Craving your touch
Desperate for approval
Just a simple glance

Mind goes blank
Unclear of whats to come
Time to leave
But don't want it to end

This feeling is confusing
It hurts yet
This sensation is pleasurable
The need to be wanted
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