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AD Snail Oct 2016
This skin I wear,
Is all I have to care and though I wish to shed,
This old frame,
It is something I must bear.

The new me is frighting,
But the old me has bared to much hate.
And I tired of it all.

The skin I wear,
Its been shed so many times its to tiring to even count,
So I stop my pouts,
And I live with the skin I was given to bear.

The old me is fading,
But the new skin that I wear,
Is not fitting on properly.

The puzzle will never be finished or fixed,
So I stop my pouts and worrying doubts.
And live with the skin that I remade.
Anne B Oct 2016
We were too
much
in love,
to see how
we turned
into mirror images
of
each
other.

It’s so difficult, when
in euphoria;
in love, to
see challenges and
set boundaries.



**10. july 2016 – 23:16
George Krokos Sep 2016
When doubts of the mind
have all been left behind
and the light of your Soul
shows the way to life's goal  
then real change for the better
happens according to the letter
of words that have inspired you
just as they're proved to be true;
acting on them as best as you can
transforming you into a new man.
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Written in 2016
The one handed thief looked at the bank
and said I know the layout like the back of my hand .
moneysha Sep 2016
They are the others who make art,

    I? ME? No, how can i really be an artist?
             I am a teacher, may be a tailor,
                            may be if i try then i can even cook well,
                                      but no,
                           no way am I an artist.

                     They are the others who make art,

Those guys they look different,
            but look at me, I look the same but just with longer legs.
                       So, I cannot really be called an artist.

They are the others who make REAL art,

             I don't have things like them.
            But well, I think it is OK.
        May be, I might just be a different kind of an artist.
contemplating whether poetry can give you the confidence to call yourself an artist.
Mazzy Ram Aug 2016
The Doubts,
The constant,
Sporadic,
Persistant,
Doubts.
Riding on a ferris wheel,
Going up and down,
Riding through the wave,
Then all alone in my cave.  
Going up and down.  
The doubts
Come and go,
Set me free,
Then prison me in bitter sprees.
Oh, leave me be.
There is no room for doubt,
That is the key.
Shahini Sengupta Aug 2016
Give me freedom from all the bonds
Let me swim freely like a fish in pond !

Let my tired soul breathe a little,
Because now my heart is so very brittle !

Let me cry my heart out,
I am so very tired of hatred and doubts !

Let me live and let me sleep,
I don't want to get attached anymore so deep !

Love me truly or let me go,
I can't fight with feelings and feel so low !
Alicia De Smet Jul 2016
I can do this!
Or not?
I will be okay!
Will I?
I'm perfectly happy!
Am I?
I don't need anybody else!
Really?
Moving abroad is the most thrilling thing I've ever done, but I'm also soooo scared that this isn't my best idea...
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