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Half past midnight
With inner demons consuming
What I thought invincible wall I built,
Silence is so loud; it's unbearable.

Half past midnight
A thought keeps popping out;
Please stay in that casket,
I don't need you now, not ever.

Half past midnight
It's dark, I can hear you;
I'll just stare at the moon
Hoping to get past this soon.

Half past midnight
I'll just write and write
'til the sound of pen on paper
puts me to sound sleep.
I was just about to breakdown.
JJ Inda 22h
tippy toeing around once more,
still all that fails is true
and lies are grand for while,
until, always until.
-alone isn't always solitude
or lonely,
but it is.
I see the words in the air
and when I reach,
they scatter.
I'm keeping quiet
and very still,
maybe something will happen,
or someone might come in and talk
and I can put the pen down
and admit it's useless.
I'm sorry
I failed
I slipped
I broke down
I caved in
I gave up

I'm sorry
I relapsed



-j.m.k
_an old poem i found_
Could i clam down ...

how could i silence my pains ...
how could i clam my huge feelings ...
how could i forget whom i love ...
while i live my life within her face ...

how could ...
how could ...
never i bear ...
while her face ...
her beautiful vision ...
always between my eyes ...

O lady mine ...
please answer me ..
could i **** this love ...
this love which i lived ...
so long years ...

please answer me ...
tell me ...
could i forget ...
could i silence pains ...
could i clam down my feelings ...
while i'm still living this love ...
only within you ...

but i'm sure sweetheart ...
that i never could ...
forget you ...

never ...
never to do ...


hazem al ...
Look, the blue sky arch
is up until now
an upside-down cup!
The juicy bit, for sure,
is down on the veiled earth.
Worthlessness: The state of feeling unimportant and useless. This type of feeling is one that hits you directly in the center of your core, picking at your soul. One that makes your stomach feel saggy and your eyes like craters of the sea that over flows and blurs your sight.
Worthlessness is one that hinders the passing time as well your ability to move forward and it can come out of the void of extensive thinking.
It can cause your words to errupt and crackle off your tongue, only to be washed away by the heavy rain into a puddle of regret and sorrow.
All I see on the horizon is a dark blue hue that Cascades over the whole world.
All I feel is the bitter, frozen winds and the soft snow that numbs my skin.
All I can think of is black and grey clouds that wrap me up and block out any light that reaches out to me.
All that I receive for my rescue is a big brown ship that says "I'm sorry, the weight you carry is too much for us", then sails away, leaving me to drown in the middle of the ocean.
MrsFootePoems Oct 28
You force yourself to
Love me and I'm sorry that
You're trapped in marriage
Sorry
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