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l i z a Feb 2016
3am
I think for the most part
It's when you're actually alone
That you have no choice
But to become stronger.
You have no shoulder to lean on
You have no-body to listen
You have no faith on anyone
So you pick up yourself.
Trust becomes so vague
You search its preciseness at times
But you don't spend much on it
You rather leave your troubles behind
Because the moment you remember
Is the moment you rather forget
All the ******* you have endured
And how alone you were then.
Taki Kumiko Feb 2016
The hurt isn't something that just goes away,
The pain has already come to stay,
It's already such a great price to pay,
But it must be endured come what may.
When we were young,
Innocent as our smooth skin.
we didn't understand.
Why they stared
This is for the kids like me,
the kids who still feel your hands.
Who didnt know about the birds and the bees.
Until,
you showed them.

Now, we're adults, scarred.
A lovers wrong touch triggers unwanted memories
and you haunt my every move.
You made me.
Broken and Untouchable.
This is for the adults who are still children.
Who cry into the blackness
for the life you stole.
~ For anyone who understands, we're stronger than what formed us.
drljms Oct 2015
No matter what I do,
I still can't ease the pain.
It feels like it would eat my whole being,
And I wish that could happen.

Eyes,
crying and crying.
I hope this sorrow leaves me.
Tears,
falling and falling.
I wish I could fight for you and I.

The pain that stabbed me,
Won't go away unlike what you did.
The scar that lingers as time passes by,
Won't close up,
unlike what your heart did.

Before you left me,
You could've given me some morphine
For that could help me
**** the pain that tries to **** me.

Oh, I just realized
Morphine is useless, too.
No matter what I do with the pain,
I still can't get over you.
It hurts.
Loose thoughts Mar 2015
Saturday Stings,
And all the lonely memories it brings,

Sundays Sufferings,
Slowly eating me up, expiered enduring,

Monday Moans,
Becoming motionless as silent stones,

Tuesday Tears,
Swept away by a sea of sobs,

Wednesday Worries,
Filling my mind overthought stories,

Thursday Thoughts,
Healing through our rewind past talks,

Friday Flashbacks,
Surviving on those life hacks,

___

Week after Week,
This continuously ongoing cycle,
I endlessly seek,
The day we once again meet.

~A.d | 12 Jan 2015
Pdub Nov 2014
The red balloon in my chest--
It swells and pounds
And pitters around town,
To it's very own delight.
It wanders, and whimpers
And hints at secrets
That linger, indecipherable,
Even to it's owners might.
It throbs and seethes
The poignant things-
That no one wishes to endure.
It dances and prances
To seldom advances
Avoiding emptying, evermore.
Yet I find myself with a red balloon,
Tucked neatly beneath my chest,
Once deflated by love lost,
Inflated, once more.
To you, you alone are the reason for my sanity.
Savannah N Nov 2014
a tree so strong
never moving
stand your ground
though confusing
to love through the night
though you can't see
to trust with blind faith
this could never be me
enduring through all
with hope so vast
loving all the while
I give hope to those steadfast
l i z a Jul 2014
I guess some of us have to go thru a sort of hell
before we can feel the most safe, alive and well
when will things get better, I remain unsure
my strength remains, so I can only endure
it seems to have been years since I last felt content
there's so much going on now, I wonder if god left
I laugh at my problems now bc otherwise how could I live
I keep thinking, the universe must be testing me
so I can't give in.
Cuddle Bear Apr 2014
Not a poet of all things
But listen to this tale
Glisten to the joy it brings
Or just enjoy me fail

Made this for the girl I love
Her smile non can compare
She is all that I have
Yet she’s been in despair

For you see my fair lads
Life’s been quite unfair
Like a knife to the throat
And a jab to gloat

She lies in her nightmare
Her eyes in sorrow
With tears made by fear
Her spirit shattered and hollow

Scorched, tired and withered
She wishes to leave this place
For she has been tortured
Her happiness to embrace

This is the girl I love
She is all that I have
And all that I want

And If I could spare her pain
I’d be with her till the end of days
Whether suns turn to rain
And the moons reflect my bane

This is the girl I love and
I’ll be with her till the end of her pain

— The End —