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Elaina Oct 2013
Earlier today,
my brother lost his best friend.

Everything
He knew
Is now gone.

Sadness has moved in.
Devastation has a front row seat.
Emptiness is all around.

Nothing
Feels right
Everything feels wrong.

Crying
Anguished Sobbs
Heart wrentching moans

Memories
Overwhelming loss
Pure immeasurable pain.

How can I help?
What can be done?
Why did it have to be?
Atta Sep 2016
You
To someone who is far away from me
who is holding something unsteady
who is trying to find the reason to life

I know you are not even remember me
I am (only) your friend
but you are more than a friend to me

The reason I wrote this at 10.09 pm
is you

I hope someday,
When I wake up to a nightmare
I want you to be the one who will cuddle me
calm me down
and whisper nice things

When you cry in the middle of the night
I promise you
I'll make you a cup of your favorite coffee
I'll kiss you
until you forget the sorrow you've been thought of

From someone who is holding her future
to a lazy *** man
who is trying to be your only friend
when nobody else did
R M Jun 2016
Devastation is
realizing you’ll never be
enough for yourself.
Louise Ruen May 2016
She's the ultimate mistress
Boys and girls bend to her, just to get a little sample of her power
They wait their whole life to feel her presence. Go through their whole life, trying to track her down so they can finally meet her. So that they can finally feel, well, something. So they can pretend their life was worth something
She turns good men into fools, and fools into good men
She turns good girls bad, and bad girls good
She doesn't care about money or success
But watch out, for the minute she has you wrapped up in her game, she'll ***** you over, because, well, she's the player who invented it, and you have to play by her rules.
She leaves you broken. Destroyed into a thousand pieces.
She left me breathless, restless with a feeling of lessness
Because I feel in love with her and not him
Feel in love with what we could be,
but not him
With a blink of an eye, she's on to the next.
The same pattern that has formed many times and will again and again and again.
Because while she stays evergreen, I'll grow old and became one with the earth.
She'll attend my funeral through my family and friends
Black Jewelz May 2016
They climb up each wall, curved like the sun's breast,

At sunrise.

Then crawl, listless, to the rough ledge

To commit suicide.

They plummet.

Taking my aspirations as they dive.

Two teardrops with crushed hearts,

And, now, crushed heads.

Sunset.
Pauline Morris May 2016
A tiredness has seeped into my bones
My arms and legs are so heavy, they feel like stones
Can hardly keep my eye's open, they keep drifting closed
Not a good thing driving ninety down the road

Should I pull over, or just press on
Maybe I'll end up on the families lawn
Or drift off and hit a tree
Make a gory mess of me

Either one sounds just fine
Wonder what the morning light will find
What will be my final devastation
I speed up to find out which will be my final destination
Macy Opsima May 2016
I am your poet
when you need a light to shine through thr dark, clouded curtains
that you call your mind.

I cannot give you the sun or the moon,
I cannot offer you a thousand rings.
But I would write you endless amounts of sonnets
until you drown in my poetry.

My words will be yours,
Every letter will be written for you.
These lines will be your constant reminder
that you will always be enough.

But, it seems like you will read
but you will never know
that these poems that tore my skin
was all made for you.

This is all for you.
to a & b
cgembry Apr 2016
Flower born of human hand
Brings devastation to the land
Far and wide its petals spread
Painting our world the brightest red
As everything it touches
Dies within its clutches
Even mighty beasts are made to cower
When forth blooms man’s red flower
Inspired by the newest Jungle Book film
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