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Storm Raven Jul 2015
I dwell between the seven realms of reality

For I am,

But am not,

I have no name

Nor a soul

I just am

But I am not

Am I real or is this just a fantasy?

I dwell between the seven realms of reality

But I doubt my own

What am I?

And am I?
Tia Jane Jul 2015
We are lost love ~
Beneath years of expectation and doubt ~
Struggling against the rubble with the hope to stand strong again  ~
Days drift into night and I am weary from collecting moments without you ~
Hold tight onto my hand ~
We will lift these rocks and allow the sun to penetrate the darkness ~
We will see each other's eyes for the first time again ~
We will let go of old habits ~
And start our path anew ~
We are lost love ~
But together we'll find our way ~

Copyright © Tia Jane Fajardo
Jeffrey Pua Jul 2015
Tell me if lavenders still smell from my collar,
When these earthly clothes are fresh from the wash,
When night turns dawn, and cloud from star,
And love's precarious, fleeting, flash.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft.
Amitav Radiance Jun 2015
The confusion is envisioned
During the brief hiatus
Between thoughts
Bailey Lewis Jun 2015
Depression visits often

He’s the kind of guy
Who doesn’t wipe his
Shoes before entering
And leaves traces of
Himself through out
The house

He keeps to himself
But you can always
Find him washing down
His doubts with cheap wine
Or writing a love poem
That never gets delivered

When it’s time for him
To leave, he usually
Prolongs his goodbyes, but
When all is said and done
He quietly sneaks out
Without me noticing

Even though he’s gone
I leave a key under the door mat
Because I know he will
Be back soon.
Nicole May 2015
Are you afraid?
Are you ashamed?
Are you with doubts?
Are you hiding something?
Are you keeping something?
Are you sure of what you doing?
Are you confused?
Are you insecure?
Are you giving up?

Tell me, what's the matter ?
Unfinished...
Izzy Nov 2014
Sitting here thinking alone,
Peace and quiet have all gone home
the 'What if's have come to stay.

What if I break down?
What if I can’t be strong anymore?
What if I can’t find my perfect life?
What if I can’t trust again?
What if I can’t show the perfect person the real me
What if everyone only looks skin deep?
What if no one helps me with my habit?
What if everything goes wrong?
My thoughts don’t scare them so they’re here to stay until another day and another unsuspecting victim comes their way.
Courtney Jean Apr 2015
Her stomach dropped with the thought of leaving.
Her mind went blank. In search of a solution.
She has no idea why she does the things she does.
The overthinking, the need & want for reassurance.
It bottles up within her. Waiting to consume her.
To make him understand, she's different.
She's a challenge that's mistakenly simple to understand. Yet.. so complex.
Young. In love with her idea of love.
She knows what she wants but in this world, it doesn't exist.
You take what comes close & accept that nothing is perfect.
I woke up to a thought
I found that I never loved you
I loved the way you loved me
I wish
I wish I could love you the same way you looked at me
How you saw me
As question and answer
I wish that affection and sweet words could be enough
That I didn't crave more
You may never understand why I walked away
But what I know is
I woke up to a thought
Tangled in bed sheets
Restless
Feeling that you and I weren't meant to be in love
That after a time your affections started to feel like bars to a cage
That made me forget who I wanted to be
That loving you meant sacrificing parts of myself I had just found
I warned you that I was unpredictable
That my wants and needs change by the day
By the hour
And for a minute you were the exception
And the next you weren't
And for that I am sorry
I was your answer
**But you were always a question
I broke up with my boyfriend. We were heading down two different paths, headed in two different directions at different paces...and I wasn't going backwards.....if that makes sense....
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