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there's nothing left for me to do,
I'm just a nobody to everybody,
with me they are done & through, already gone & deleted
from their human minds,

like a recording that's gone before rewind,
nothing but their trash,
after it's burned down to ash,
like ashes to dust,
I'm still scattered here & there,
still just making a mess.
2 Corinthians 5:8
We are confident, I say, and would prefer to be away from the body and at home with the Lord.
Romans 14:8
If we live, we live for the Lord; and if we die, we die for the Lord. So, whether we live or die, we belong to the Lord.
Elemenohp Oct 2020
I would like to slip softly, kindly, into the abyss..
That sweet nothingness, which cradles all in darkness.

I wish to become part of it,
Letting that cold emptiness entwine itself, into my thoughts, smothering them into decay.

I seek to see no trace left, of this mortality I hold.
To let it drift away on oceans of black, eventually sinking sweetly beneath the tectonic plates.

Piyush Sharma Jun 2020
Was very young when realized,
LOVE in my house was tiny sized,
Cursing each other behind the wall,
Chaos was getting common after all.
Piece of care could've been one,
To make it home but there wasn't none.
Wished to be erased soon as possible,
Needed to be strong for this hustle.
I'm alive now with this behavior knit,
Trust me man I wasn't born with it.
Soon, I see myself far away,
Away and so truly erased,
Just so nothing could get me traced.
Chaos always turns a home into just a house and matter of fact this is getting very common in families, tearing them apart. I started writing just so I could escape into a different world, a better one, and so here I am again, kind of better and stronger I guess, and tried to feel my first poem ERASED after a long time. Stay together guys, and make each smile stay forever.
Life's most precious gift:
To live, we have to just breathe
But there're thoughts beyond thoughts,
Trapped in a realm, yearning to be freed:
If we hold this breathe seize,
We shall seize to live, but leave
But sometimes, to actually live, we have to leave

There's a thin line between sanity and insanity
Erased by our unsay
There's a thin line between Illusion and reality
Erased by our don'ts

This place of gracious enticement
Where we watch us being killed
A place filled with men of slightest thoughts
Amused by this illusional amusement
A place where nothing is real
Full of dos and don'ts, yet no one is free

Though we all came with says and dos
We've not by ourselves chosen to be free
We've trapped all those for the sake of our creed

Why then not hold this breathe seize to actually live
For stance where our thoughts could not reach
For life in a place we've never seen
A place where we're actually free
Why don't we leave to actually live?

Salmabanu Hatim Nov 2018
Love is a feeling
that cannot be erased,
Love is a mountain
that cannot be bent,
Then what is love?
Love is the most precious diamond that is not for sale.
You'll wake up sleepy in your bed,
You'll get up and wash your head.

You'll see my text on your phone,
I hope you'll wonder why I'm gone.

You'll get ready to go to school,
You'll see there an empty desk and stool.

Two or three days will pass,
Rumours will start spreading in our class...

My parents will come and say,
It was a tragedy that i passed away...

You'll come to my funeral, I hope you'll be brave,
As you watch them pray on an empty grave.

Only you knew that i disappeared that night...
Underneath the crimson moonlight...

So behind the shadows I'll watch you cry,
When you'll weep in my memory under the azure blue sky...

I will hope that you'll forget me and move on,
But i will cherish your memory and live on...

They'll forget my name in a day or two,
They've done this, before me too...

A town without me a blissful place,
In which my existence was erased...
Sometimes i just wonder what would happen if i disappeared for good... Would anyone even remeber me?
Pyrrha Aug 2018
I was doing above and beyond moving on
I wasn't sad when you were gone
I was doing fine pretending you were never mine
I wasn't scared to have you erased

When your eyes that I once described as a pulchritudinous blue
So deep and true they turned the sky green with envy
Stared at me across the room
How was I supposed to forget the lies they failed to hold?

I was happy till you came into my life
I wasn't perfect, but I didn't mind
I was a vibrant color in the spectrum of life
I wasn't meant to turn so dark as I was mixed with you
Jabin Aug 2018
Painted a masterpiece
In my dreams:
A Chilean villa.
Cactus streams.
A flower composed,
Wilted with time
With muted colors,
Tequila with lime.
Fields of desert
With tuxtla soaring.
Winding paths of
Wood and brick flooring.
A cool wind blows
Through the heat
Over sweaty brows
And sandaled feet.
A moment trapped
That’s never been.
A life of others
Never seen.
Put away my brushes,
Stood back to admire
The deep ocean sky,
The burnt orange fire.
It lay on the table,
Alive on the canvas
When waking did cause
My hard work to vanish.
In memory only
And never shown
Forever discarded
Once beautifully known.
My studio of mind
So often produces
A wonderful concept
With no practical uses.
I’d like to live there
And run those streets,
Take shade under awnings
Sampling savory meats.
But I’ll never go there,
Never see that place.
Never plant in soil
That’s been erased.
That marvelous day
Conceived at night
Keeps the dreaming
Forever alight.
Jasmine dryer Jul 2018
Your memory is like a thousand words being erased
Because no matter what
they still leave a dark smudge
Of what they used to be
as we grow, our former self becomes a smudge
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