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Liz Nov 2017
Okay, let's be profound for a second, let's be cheesy, sappy, gross or whatever you want to call it for just a second. Because it's better to have it out there then to bottle it all up inside of yourself.

Do you feel?
I try to, in the shower. I attempt to feel something, anything, so I take off my glasses, and I turn the water temperature to boiling. And I just stand there, hot water streaming down my back, trying to feel something. I guess I do, I feel the heat radiating off my back, I feel the cold when I step away. But I don't feel.  
When I take off my glasses, all I can see are blobs of color, sometimes I prefer that to the world I see through my glasses, here, everything is whatever you want it to be, you can see a mixture of blues and reds and you don't have to just assume it's a balled up sheet. It can be anything you want it to be.
So when I take off my glasses in the shower I hope to be transported to this realm, but I don't. I stay, where the walls are white and shampoo bottles line the shelves. I stay in the place where I can't have creativity, where I don't  feel like anything.
Do you ever think to yourself, I exist, try it sometime. I acknowledge that I exist as a person, I exist, but for what purpose? Will you find that purpose with another human being? With an animal? With a job? Who knows. I just hope that I find mine soon. Because standing in the shower, hot water pouring down onto my body, I think of this, I think, is this what I'm supposed to be doing? Is this what I'm meant to be? Someone who tries desperately to cling onto people, someone who hates sharing her friends because I am scared they will run away, someone who can't trust her best friend not to leave just like the other ones who stole the label best friend has. Someone who doesn't think she is good enough for anyone.
Since I can't feel anything don't you think that I should be a thrill seeker, I'm the absolute opposite, I've tried stuff like that before, it doesn't help, it just makes people worry, makes people judge, I don't like that. The only time I think I feel something is when I'm in the shower or reading. Reading is my escape, I go into someone else, I see what they see I finally feel. People think it is weird that I don't think when I read. It's because I Feel when I read.
I don't enjoy reading in between the lines while enjoying a good book, I Like to just go with what the author is attempting to get across. When I do this, I feel something. Even if it's a fake rush of adrenaline, or anxiety because of something a character did in a book. I still feel something.
Do you feel?
I try to, in the shower.
I write when I'm depressed or sad, heyyyyyyy
Jasmin A Nov 2017
I want love.
Sad & true 'cause I miss you
Jayantee Khare Nov 2017
मत पूछ ऐ चांद हमसे यूँ सारी रात जागने की वजह,
इक तेरा ही हमशक्ल है जिसकी याद हमें सोने नहीं देती।।

Moon o moon! Don't ask me
the reason for sleepless nights,
Remembrance of your alike,
doesn't let me sleep!!
Old writes from my diary
Jayantee Khare Oct 2017
इश्क़ का मंज़र तो देखिये ज़नाब!
दिल में आग लगी है,
दिमाग पे पाला पड़ा है,
और आँखों से ख्वाहिशे बरस रही हैं.

Enjoy the scenery in love my dear!
Heart is set on fire,
Mind is frosted,
and Eyes raining desire.
Posting another shayari from my old diary...
Bear with me for poor translation...
Jayantee Khare Oct 2017
तुझे सोचना ही मेरी बंदगी का किस्सा है
तेरे बिन मौत ही ज़िन्दगी का हिस्सा है

Being Lost in your thoughts,
Is my only prayer sincere.

Momentary death is a part of life,
when you're not there.
First couplet from my age old booklet...
Shayari from my diary...
Tried my best to translate with keeping the rhyming scheme..
Editing..courtesy by Sarita Aditya Verma.. thnx
Jayantee Khare Oct 2017
While cleaning the junk
Found a little torn notebook,
Taking it out of the trunk
I gave a closer look.

Turning its pages
I recalled the history,
I slid down the lane
of dusty patch of memory.

A time when I had the wings
my life got a zing,
The sweet songs of love
I too used to sing.

I went through all pages
and realized what I miss,
To remain in love forever
is an eternal bliss.

Life has gone through
many ups and downs,
The maturity has buried
the old love and romance.

I decided to rewrite
the same love story,
To feel and spread love
giving a twist to my dark poetry.

Age is what you feel
A child resides beneath the maturity,
More shayari will be added
to my diary now surely!!
Shayari is urdu/hindi poetry formed by couplets, mostly based on love longing separation....i write it since teenage.
I found an age old diary while clearing the junk. I used to write love poetry in hindi.
I will try to translate that shayari and will post it here. And write more of that genre....
Crissel Famorcan Oct 2017
She knows all of my fears
She knows when I'm in tears
She knows all of my burdens
My problems, to her------ never been hidden

"It's just a notebook with beautiful cover"
Others will always tell
But for me she's a friendly reminder
That I'm not alone in this  hell

Yes! She can't speak and give advice
But she will never tell me those kind of lies
She may not be able to comfort me in times of grief
But having her know what I feel is such a big relief

I'd always loved to be her solid companion
A loyal friend in all kinds of situation
A friend that will be by my side forever
And will leave my side- she'll do that- never!
Joseph Miller Oct 2017
Tiny curls of ink
on page after page
covered in a notebook
locked in a drawer
the silent voice
offers release
for grand ideas
and beautiful dreams
swirling in my mind

words of pain and delight
of love and hate
never made it to my lips
trapped in muted darkness
they stick to the sheets
never to change
never to betray
feelings that went
screaming onto the page

no one  will ever know
what lay hidden inside
buried with me
the pages crumble
silent feelings
turn to dust
April Oct 2017
July is the best season to buy basketball shoes.
I still remembered the first time I smelled your perfume,
my heart fluttered, as I found out
you smoke the same Marlboro as I do.

The weather of July
makes everything become so long.
Long enough to take a nap,
to make a heavy rain in my dream.
Let me bring you an umbrella
after you got totally drenched.

And the best part of July is that there
are countless blue skies to be wasted.
The white cloud doesn't look clear enough on the camera,
so I take out my guitar,
singing French songs one after another.

You make me want to keep my diary
everyday in July.
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