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Standing right behind me,
Just out of view.
In direct sunlight,
I cast a shadow of you.

I draw you back under my feet.
Where I can't see you.
John Mendoza Dec 2019
Dreams of where I die bring me peace in a funny way
As it’s often feels like I’m an angel with broken wings
Hoping for the one day that I finally get to fly away
Cause heaven only knows that I’m miserable
Living life while chasing a shadow who’s only invisible
To those who aren’t aware of the role they play
So my only hope is to sprout my broken wings and fly away
Em MacKenzie Oct 2019
I’m waiting patiently to wake up
a living nightmare where I’m always stuck,
this thing called life that I have no desire for,
there’s a million exits but only one opened door.

So I raised my happinesses tolerance
now referred to only in the past tense.
Two sides and two faces; who decides which is best?
I just don’t know which one I recognize less.

My only saviour has been running late
but I promised that I would always wait.
She says I’m acting too stupid when she knows that I’m smart,
it’s these little contradictions that rip all apart.

I’m trying on all shades of purple and white,
I’ve gotten bored of only blue and red each night.
Why say so long when we can just say goodbye,
all that’s right is wrong and we feed truth a lie,
that’s the similarities and differences of you and I.
“Two; no more, no less.
One to embody the power,
the other to crave it.”
EmVidar Aug 2019
It was always cruel
and twisted
It was the part of love
you should live without

-em vidar
Noemi Michelle Jun 2019
It happens
Feeling yourself growing distant
from who you are day by day
losing interest in the things
you love.
Allowing your blanket to
swallows you whole disappearing
I just into the darkness of a growing pain.
Questioning who you really are and what this is
not knowing for how long it’s been,
You’ve been looking for the moments
where you once felt bliss but, your
Memory cease to exist.
Losing focus on the prize
blaming others for your pride
consistently wanting to cry,
feeling as if you’re outside of yourself
floating in a world you were once apart of.
Numbness starts to kick in
not having control of anything anymore,
highs and lows hit intensely then
ever before.
All you want to do is hide these feelings
hoping for it to go away
You could build up walls that
will temporarily stay but,
it’s just like a band-aid that can’t
cure the pain.
So hold on tight to this emotional roller coaster
we have a lot of growth to gain
Only god know how long it will take for
Us to recover from this
Growing pain.
Originally written: 8/30/18
David Jan 2019
I see you crying
because of the dark shadow in me,
but your sorrow is my sorrow
as your happiness is my happiness and
I want to cry too,
I want to cry with you,
trying to comfort you
when it's impossible to
because I am what I am
and I can't change the past,
I can change myself
and I can't do nothing more than staying with you,
hugging you in our tears,
maybe we will cry forever
thinking about how good it would have been
if I really were a better person
as you believed when you chose to stay with me.
I want to watch the sky with you
and give you a star to make you happier,
but I know it's not enough,
I just want to take care of you,
stay in my arms,
I'm always here,
I want to make you feel warm,
singing you a lullaby
because I love you infintely,
there's no love like you,
because your feelings are my feelings,
and your heart is one and dual with mine,
and my biggest dream is to see you fly again one day,
again,
high in the sky,
higher and higher
towards the sun
and there will be
no more tears,
no more shadows,
just the shine in your eyes
to smile again.
I wrote this poem to my ex girlfriend after an argument.
In few words I told her I didn't believe her, but I was angry just because I missed her, always away from me.
Fathur Abinaya Dec 2018
You are as beauty as the moonlight, shining bright inside my darkest side.
Aaron LaLux Oct 2018
Nobody Knows McQueen

Why do mad men,
act so happy,
what do bad men,
feel so good,

nobody knows,

why,
do you have to lose the sanity,
to find,
the genius,

nobody knows,

why,
do the brightest lights,
cast,
the darkest shadows,

nobody knows,

can’t have the beach,
without the ocean and the sand,
can’t have bliss,
without the pain,

what a paradox we are,
us this Human Species,
all us actors just acting sans practice,
in deafening silence commiting acts of violence peacefully,

in this repulsively attractive romantically tragic,
dramatic sci-fi thriller comedic fantasy,
where we rarely do what we say,
even though we all say what we mean,

constantly on a conquest to find Plato’s Atlantis,
expressing ourselves through our art like Alexander McQueen,
which makes sense in a way since we’re all dressed up with nowhere to go,
and even though that may be so we still wear our hearts on our sleeves,

half peasant have emperor,
have invented have inventor,
half daughter/son half mother/father,
half created have creator,

only hope is that this sadness somehow leads to a happily ever after,

once gone,
only that odor lingers,
is it cologne or perfume,
no one knows or cares it’s 2018 it doesn’t matter,

nothing matters,
even though it feels like everything does,
or maybe everything matters,
and nothing feels like it does,

I don’t know,
and I don’t know if I care,
don’t have the answers,
and if I did I probably wouldn’t share,

or maybe I would,
and I’d do so through these words,
like a man stranded on an island with a universe full of knowledge,
sending these messages in these bottles as my parting gift to this world,

see we’re all on our way,
so have some fun before you go,
is there life after death,
maybe not maybe so nobody knows,

why do mad men,
act so happy,
what do bad men,
feel so good,

nobody knows…

∆ LaLux ∆
PoetryHeals Apr 2018
The way her wavey locks flow like there's no matter in the world.
The color of her nails that are darker than the depths of the Abyss.
The memories we share, ones that will always make me smile wider than the Persian Gulf.
Her morals and ways could inspire Satan himself to be better.
You see, finding a pretty face is easy.
But finding an impeccable soul as such is where the hard part lays. A soul, by no means, perfect but yet flawless in a world filled with hatred and demise. In it's own struggle finding ways to not only survive, but thrive. Blossom in ways unknown to man thus far.
... I know what you're thinking:
"How can such a person exist?"
I would tell you: "she doesn't"...
No one is as perfect as a poem.
Two words: Dark Side.
Now is the part where I lose your attention because she is no longer THAT. What you haven't yet thought of is the way she handles and drives that darkness... inside there lays a scintilla of madness and humor you are yet to discover; but oh when you do...
It's a whole new world.
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