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Paramjeet Singh Nov 2018
Years.. I've spent on the people that I loved once, putting them first before my own self.. Self... WOW... Mistakes were made, it was too late.. when i realised, but I still Recognised... Through the foggy days and thunderous nights,

Time doesn't change nor does it change you, only you, your self, your own consciousness and self awareness is what allows you to adapt and change  by self by observing the true reality, only through the eyes of your own,

When I think, am surrounded by the thoughts of possibilities which are pushed aside, not focused on and neglected like life... Make me wonder times I spent in the past, years go by and I look and still ask my self who am I?

A purpose we all live for to survive , some do well so don't.. But it all depends on how we approach opportunities in life, its how we do it it's how we survive... To be Continued...
Levottomuus Oct 2018
As you wished
I ran behind the blossoming cherry tree
Sat at the base of the thick trunk
Resting against the coarse bark, wincing in response
It scratched me through the shirt slightly
But I did not complain
I shut my eyelids tightly and counted to ten
Hastily jumped on my feet to turn
I scanned the place for but a trace, a sign
But you were not there

As you wanted
I ran in the petrol station with a wounded knee
Pleaded for help
When the poor young operator dashed for some hydrogen peroxide
I snuck behind one of the shelves
Grabbed the candy bar
And sprinted out of the store not looking back
Heard sirens on the way, too, but that did not concern me
Thus, I ran through the bushes to the rendezvous point
But you were not there

As you asked
I put on that expensive tuxedo
The smell of cologne saturating the heavy valley air
Looked in the mirror, not satisfied
However, that was not for me to judge, anyway
Called the taxi to take me downtown, southside on the 29th
'Twere supposed to go big that night, I reckon
So I turned the corner to hit the boulevard
Took a seat at the table in that quaint panetteria
But you were not there

As you said
I crashed the night in the forest park
Under the starlit sky I wandered restlessly among the trees
Read that text message at least a dozen times, too
"We've gotta talk, y'know
Meet me there after the lights go out"
I did so, and although I did not fancy the late hour
Decided against betraying the thought
Showed up at the fountain just as the park plunged into darkness
But you were not there

As you pleaded
Against my own better judgement, I thought
"This is ridiculous, and you know it **** well"
Hitched a ride to the still-golden fields of rye
Just outside the city, 'twas late November
But time never mattered to me
Nonetheless, in the fresh autumnal wind
Rested atop a hill not far from the memorial cross
I waited, I really have - for hours on end
But you were not there

As you promised
You wore that pretty red and white dress
Styled a ribbon in your auburn hair carefully
And stuffed a few treats inside of the picnic basket
"I'm sorry that I never fulfilled my word
I'm gonna make it up to you, okay?
Tonight at six. Deal?"
I knew that you would, this one time at least
Pondered and wondered if things could be different
So I grabbed my coat and went outside

But I was not there
I've always considered myself to be weaker at freeform than rhymed poetry; at least, I had fun writing this one. That's what matters, right?
Apporva Arya Sep 2018
My heart stopped at
an early age.
When i started thinking,
What i can be?
Will they like it?
Will they like me?

My own voice got lost,
in the noise of others.
My soul was singing in symphonies,
which my mind cant compose.
No one called out my name.
Neither do I.

It took me a long time ,
to listen to my inner songs,
calling out my name.
It was a moment of epiphany,
Which warmed my cold heart,
Stirred my soul.
And elated me above my fears and scars.

My MISTAKES and ME from my yesterday,
My SCARS and ME from today,
And the WISER ME from tomorrow
are now making up the brightest stars
in the constellation of my life.
Despite of my fears,mistakes and imperfection I am gonna embrace myself as hard i can and i am starting to love myself gradually little by little.
Tadpole Sep 2018
The fault is mine but,
The problem is you

Everything you've done
Says I'm unimportant
Everything you've said
Makes me wish we never met

But sure
I'll fake it for you
Diana Garcia Sep 2018
Here comes the epiphany
The moment where I finally gain some sanity
Before I was aware now I’m finally self aware
I can finally see what’s in my 1000 yard stare
When did I ever become so eager
Where did it begin?
Maybe it’s the child that’s lost within
who was deprived of attention
Finally the attention did come but it was unfortunately through molestation
My heart races for it, my mind paces for it
People I love find it hard do ignore it
It’s about time I stopped boring it
It it it it it
**** attention
I don’t even need a mention
Why should I cry
Pry my heart and let it dry
I’m so angry at myself
How the **** did I put my own needs on the shelf
**** this
No more excuses
It’s time to stop being so useless
People see I don’t take care of myself
Why did I put my dignity on the shelf
I need to stop substituting those things for the elf
I don’t need help
That’s why they all yelp
I need to get off my ***
I have no reason for sass
I’m not the ****
I’ve got a lot of more to work on than I’d like to admit
I’m like a roller coaster
D Sep 2018
that moment when you realize
too many of your poems
share the same title
because you are
unoriginal
af
oops too late now
nadine shane Aug 2018
when i am with you,
i feel
particles of myself
slowly sweep away
until
i am no more
than an empty entity
of existence.

instead,
i am
a melancholic siren;
consternation constanly emerges
from the salty ocean
i baptize myself in
to rid myself
of the blood of agony
on my lips.

sailors enchanted
by the wicked melody
i speak of;
eyes closed shut,
listening closely to
the languages
my mouth formed;
demise imbuing
their eyes
for this sonata
is bewitching yet atrocious.

yet you pay
no heed
to my woes,
even after the
nights transitioned
into light years;

i call for you,
you dare not
look back at me;
for i looked
just like everybody else,

just another
mistaken identity.
z, this one’s for you.
Eons of water dripping on a stone
Altered and absorbed into creation--
But I need suddenness of something known
From Epiphany and Revelation.

Realization's not slow and steady,
Rather spontaneous elevation.
My need to learn demands I stay ready
For Epiphany and Revelation.

Show me no small lessons that life presents,
But insight with dramatic sensation!
Life unfolds in a series of events
Of Epiphany and Revelation.

Even silence is thunderous rapture
Triggering profound imagination.
Knowledge springs from the wisdom I capture
With Epiphany and Revelation.

Who I am today is a product of
Awe in my moments of education.
It's these times in life that I've learned to love--
My Epiphany and Revelation.
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Pauper of Prose Aug 2018
When the moth no longer meditates on the cloth
When the fish fails to flit when it’s caught
When the calling crickets lose the will to whip up noise
When the eagle’s eagerness is evaporated along with poise
When all of nature neglects itself, adrift on its track
You’ll know for sure those feelings aren’t coming back
When that spark flickers feebly before flailing out
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