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Lillian Harris Jun 2015
I planted flowers
At your feet
But they soon
Grew too tall,
And tangled 'round
Your face until
You were not
There at all.
Dr Zik Jun 2015
Look! disappeared one
that can't be found in the world
I find in the heart
Dr ZIK Poetry
Tis MIC May 2015
I could not imagine
The way you jested me
I guessed
I would be the game to play, to laugh
When you were boring
When you had no one beside
But I did not fathom you were bad like this.

I wait and wait
For the one who just fights for his joys              
Do take no interest in other feelings                        
Which make noise in my thinking                    
"You are no good"
My mind struggles
Between what you have done and what you haven't done
To me, to others          
Just feel disappeared more than ever.
You are false.
Someone told "He is a bad guy". I used not to believe.
Matthew Randell May 2015
Runaways hiding in the abandoned warehouse,

Teenagers stolen, unwitting  spouse,

Gangs and violence all around,

People disappearing without a sound,

Blood and drugs and stolen girlfriends,

Turf wars and kidknappings, is there no end?,

People vanish and are never found,

People hunt them down, like bloodhounds,

A world with knives at every turn,

People who live to watch things burn,

They never think about the consequences of their actions,

Just watch the news for the family's reactions,

Shoot old friends in the head because of a debt,

Slit a strangers throat because you don't like their pet,

Lock ememies in your bathroom; release them for money,

Beat them inch away from death; 'till they're crying for their mummy,

Tie a stranger to a raft and watch them drift out to sea,

When are these people going to wake up and see,

It's time gang members had an epiphany,

You can't lock people up and cover them in wee,

Karma says that bad things happen to bad people like them,

Every mean thing they've done, to them we will condemn,

Relentless bullying towards your colleagues and your peers,

You've had your brutal fun; it's the Day of the Disappeared.
A poem I wrote for the British Red Cross' Day of the Disappeared (August 30).
Hailey Nov 2014
My scream is silent, heard only by listening ears.
But there's no one around so I let loose my tears.
My emotions manage to awaken my fears.
Would you notice if one day I disappeared?
Shauna Oct 2014
Dad
Rhymes with bad
And mad
Which is what
He always is;
Although now psychically here
He's mentally at the closest alcohol store

Now facing reality
He is a free man
Who should be trying
To be a better person
And father
But once again
He gripped onto a bottle
And purchased
More drugs
Because
Instead of putting
His life back together with glue
He's using his usual
escape

In the end
He is more like
An abandoned house
With echoing halls
And large cracks
In the foundation
And spiderwebs
Covering the walls
Which symbolize
His heart
Because
It stopped working
The day he left
Without a goodbye
Or
"I love you"
Just
A slam
Of a door

Its sad
That I am
Not surprised
That he
Disappeared
Once again
Without
A word
And instead
Has taken
To drowning
In
A bottle
Of *****
Somewhat of a part two of "Daddy's Little Bundle of *******."
Sound Of Rain Aug 2014
The gentle hum of the airplane passing by
Is loud at the beginning
But then it gets so faint that I have to strain myself to hear it.
It's there for a while and then it gets fainter and fainter,
Until it just disappears.

And when I look up at the sky,
It just looks perfectly normal and clear with no trace of the airplane
Like the airplane never flew through it,
Like it never existed,
Like the gentle hum was all just an illusion.

And that faded away plane reminds me of you,
How the sound was gentle and loud in the beginning,
Like our conversation when we first started talking,
And then it was gentle and started to fade away,
Getting fainter and fainter with every passing moment,
Exactly how you slipped away from me.

Until there was nothing left except memories.
And then I start to question whether they even existed, and
Did we really used to talk or did I just dream about that?

And now the memories are like the airplane.
Gentle and loud,
And then they get fainter,
Harder to remember,
Slipping away slowly,
Until there's nothing left.
And then you just remember the airplane vaguely but any other memories of it have faded away into nothing.
To all of those people who used to talk to me, and then they started to disappear Slowly and faded away and now they're just gone; thank you for the lessons you've taught me and for making me happy for a while. Happy Friendship Day anyways. (:
Ryder Rose Jun 2014
Distance
is the s p a c e that is holding me back
it went from inches to miles
hindering my hand from caressing your back
If only it was just one hallway
Down four or five doors
I would sneak on over
Just to feel my lips on yours

Distance
is where I kept you
only wanting to be friends
& what I’m regretting now
Is taking so long to allow the rules to bend
Because distance is something I normally invite
For I’ve had my heart broke
& for every kiss I pressed softly against your skin
you understood everything I never spoke

Distance
is where we started
& now you whisper that you’re in this all the way
Something that ill never understand
Is that you’re okay with me only being half way
And just as I was letting my guard down
There were only ten days left of your stay
And on day ten I kissed you goodbye
Slowly backed down your driveway

Distance
is causing me to stare at this calendar
And count down the days
Until the next time I get to see you
Baby you’re so far away
For I would give up sleeping
My favorite thing to do
If it meant I got to see you
For just a minute or two

Distance
crosses my mind all through the day
& as I’m admiring the radiance of the nights sky
You are watching the sunrise ready to start your day
& now the wolves are beginning to howl up at the moon
As if it has their heart’s confined in a hutch
My lip begins to quiver as we both cry
For a tenderness we cannot touch

Distance
may be keeping you far away
But the truth is that I can still feel here
The way your lips brushed softly from my mouth
Across my cheek, and whispered in my ear
& you said “there may be oceans in between”
“Mountains for we cannot climb”
“But one thing is for certain”
“I’ll love you until the end of time”
Dear skinny love; please don't let me down.
Dissappeared as if a dark cloud decayed the body in a matter of miliseconds and disposed of it somewhere unknown.  Never did I see a single sign of being psychologically sick.  Not one piece of evidence to prove her existence. Multiple memories of her wither away slowly.  No discernment  to the delphian disappearance.  Very vague memories of her,  perhaps she was a vision.  Maybe,  just maybe my imagination  had gone too far with my mind. No! Her disappearance  was real;  but due to her irrelevance,   and exodus she was forgotten in the conscious  mind of others. Maybe its time that I finally forget about the phantom that haunts my memories, and makes me question my sanity.  Gone she is,  and gone she will be.  So the acknowledgment of her existence  is Irrelevant.  She is now,  and forever has and will be nonexistent. -V.H.

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