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if you are reading this, which is highly unlikely
just know I tried to fix it and I am sorry
I hate that this was a scare
but hurting you is not something I could bear
surely you know that by now
if not I don't know how
a misunderstanding is all it was
I would never mention your name
not even to the stars above
I hope this makes you laugh
and puts your mind at peace
I'll see you in fifty-seven days hopefully
until then we'll pass
both our tongues-in-cheek.
oh, come on you know this was genius. laugh you *******.
Jayantee Khare Dec 2018
once upon a time
standing high with you
i was taken to a cliff
and was pushed down
by you with the help of your band..
nothing left to hold on
but an extending hand
midway, i could hold
only to get pushed further down...
crushed to pieces when hit the hard ground
found myself alive
destined to survive
slim chances to revive...
the pain spilled
i quilled
and rebuild
myself on the heap of my write...
now i am standing high
safer and better
at my own....
now you are being thrown
hanging at the same cliff
by the same people
who helped you once to push me
should i offer my hand
or quietly bestand
or join the band?
Karma never failth......
Amber Jul 2018
never mind just go
just leave
just ditch me
for everyone and anyone else
and leave me
by myself
why do people keep doing this to me
Jayantee Khare May 2018
and since that day
cleared the grime
with time,
taking baby steps
but no look back
i got through slowly
and eventually
maybe little late
but cleaned the slate,
i moved on
yes I've moved on...
Tatiana Apr 2018
Us three little kids run amok through the nights
creating our own mischief and creating our own frights.
We sneak up concrete steps that lead to wooden doors
and ring the bells right next to them and run away on all fours
Who? You ask, that we ding-**** ditch,
we've pranked humans, monsters, and once even a witch.
We once rang the door during the day of some creeper
and nearly had a meeting with the grim reaper.
But that did not stop our tricky ways
so we ding-**** ditch death, always.
For we're not the children of daylight
we are the children of the night
© Tatiana
I know it's not Halloween, but this is a very Halloween-like poem and the concept of ding-****-ditching death is one of those ideas that just can't leave your head until you write it in.
we know
he wrote it
do you really
think He meant
He said

why would you question me
has my intentions not blew
why would you circle me with your greed
or is your
that tightens the cord
from the mind we do not draw
what they call art
they have never saw
your eyes shall open wider
what fire is is that has yet been know
to teach me from nothing
what more of your nothingness
shall we apply more to me
that my edges be drawn to the side
that my refuge never be strength
from Wyatt pheasant flown
have your letters not fallen
what have you minus the shallows
that you would hide in caves from me
what have I taken from you
that your mind be as waste

you to pleas me look
here I stand
the mere

burn me here
consume me in this fire
that my lines only

for you

only rise to you

that my thoughts

ever known

from my depths
it is you I cling to
it is you I long for
this insanity
to me
it will be seamed sane

that your toes
may itch
Äŧül Jun 2017
"I love my 57474 Forever"*
A variation of this phrase,
Used to be my password everywhere.

Yes it was so easy to remember,
For each heartbeat repeated it,
And I could just not forget it ever.

But then she chose to walk out on me,
A rethink she gave not her decision,
And seemingly I am going to be lonely,
Not just for a day but forever & ever.
On a T9 keyboard with some memory,
The number 57474 will translate as her name.

My HP Poem #1573
©Atul Kaushal

PS: I've changed my password everywhere ever since she departed from my life.
Alan S Bailey Mar 2017
Feel my pain,
etched into time,
I am not the one
to keep others in line,
but sometimes I would
just love to be heard.
I am no one, that's clear,
so no one takes my word.
Put me in a ditch, make
yourselves grand,
you are the only ones who
others understand.
One things for sure-on a cold day
in ****, I'd never give you the time
of day, but I'm no one, so oh well.
Äŧül Dec 2016
I have accepted my defeat,
And I know that I can't love you,
Not now.

Unlike you, I am not immoral,
But the lover inside is immortal,
Now I know.

I will love someone yet again,
That someone who is luckier,
But of course.

She who is smarter & intelligent,
The one that will love me like I do,
Yes of course.

That someone who is focussed,
Goes on a straight way to success,
Not off course.

Neither intending to insult you,
Nor it intends to glorify me,
This poem is a confession.

I am a plain idiotic lover,
I do not wear Prada like you,
Not borrowing such pleasures.

I am not for you.

I will skim the downpour,
Aiming the best for myself,
And I will succeed.

For my love does not perish,
It just changes its forms, and
It gives me pleasure.
HP Poem #1319
©Atul Kaushal
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