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Madelyn 7d
what did i do
did I deserve this?
your care free
while I stay up
wondering where I messed up
i still love you.
your lips
so soft
yet so poisonous
you had a way with words
that’s where I messed up
believing those words.
she met me up in brooklyn heights
and cried on my shoulder
saying life is hard
the leafs came blowing over my head

and she sat with that gleam in her eyes
of remorse and regret
and said she couldn’t go
because she didn’t know exactly 
what to expect
she left that night with tears in her eyes

leaving me a note:
“i’m sorry i’m not coming home,
i have to disappear
just don’t forget about me
as you start the new year”

she took my grounds
and turned them into mountains
she took my quiet collusion
and turned it to confusion
of which mostly I know

well now it’s been years
since I left new york
and I sit by the shore
under the california sun
and think about those years
and how easy she made it seem
to just disappear
Lillian May May 13
fuzzy fretful fantasy fog
Trespassing into my thoughts so loudly
I can hardly hear you say:
“I don’t love you”
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Confuse me
what should one feel
when after so,
so,
so,
long-
they come back to see
that nothing has changed?

is it truly my intention
to find calamity
from dormancy?

or is it correct to be of deep concern
that what i have lived for
has died long,
long,
long,
ago?

does the walking corpse need say more
when it's last words have already been uttered?
or is the second chance worthless,
when it is destined to wander lifelessly forever?

what am i to be truly afraid of?
the change, or the possibility it brings?

if the standstill of my home
no longer welcomes me with delight,
then is it really home anymore?
or am i whining too much,
for it has never actually changed?

the abundance of change
terrified me.
but now that it is gone...

i am yearning for it.
and i do not know why.
so yeah being dehydrated at 1 am is pretty fun
Emily M May 10
Deep inside
The demons she hides
Can't deny them
Compacting my emotions into a gem
Tossing it to the sea
Will I ever be free?

I have love
But it's not enough
I thought it would be
But they won't let me be
It's only dragging me further down
But I don't want to let him down

He's too sweet
Too kind
What a find

Still
I am here
Unchanged
Deranged still
Un-resting
What have I become?

While I sit here
Wondering what has become of me
They try to "get help" for me
But I'm not taking the bait
I'm not going away
I'm not leaving my world behind

So confused
Lost in myself
Afraid of everything
Running blind
In a forest so dark and unknown
So familiar
But I can't see

Just bring me out
Take my hand
I know not why
I can't just deny
This strangeness
Chilling my bones

I love, and I love
But I lose

I love, and I love
But I lose...
I always lose...

- Emily M
May 10th, 2019
I don't know what's happening to me...I don't know if I can hold on. I feel like I'm slipping, but like I've already fallen, and like I'm laying down...
#13
some people think what they say is the best suggestion
they think that's what I should be doing for protection
but sometimes they just drag my head into confusion










Muhammed Emin KUŞASLAN
Thank you everyone for reading.

To see "#13" and my other poetries you can check this link. It is my poetry blog.
https://muhammedeminkusaslan.blogspot.com/

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Take care -E
I can't decide,don't know what to do,
I look around but I find no clue.
Is it some other quest of life too?
I can't decide,I can't even move...
Longing for answers to all of the questions related to life and future...
Think of my plight
When
At different hours of the day
I present you in varied shades
To tease and annoy you,
To awaken you,
This you ignore.
Perhaps, the colours I choose
Are not to your liking,
You have something else
On your mind,
I do not know.
Wait!
I shall let the sunbeam
Strike the prism once more.
Are you flying or are you just a cloud?
Am I
Flying or
Am I
Just
A cloud?
Are you flying or am I just a cloud?
© Teri Darlene Basallote Yeo
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