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Hello Prolly May 30
​​we live
​​in dreams
​​and fears
​​
​​feeling hopeless
​​for not getting
​​what we desperately need
​​
​​and we hardly know
​​other ways
​​to tell
​​
-
​​
​​They blame,
burning you

​​
​​Listen to them,
​​and you'll see It.
​​Forgive them,
​​they don't mean it.
​​
​​You blame yourself
burning too

​​
​​Listen to yourself,
​​and you'll see It.
​​Forgive yourself,
​​you don't mean it.
​​
​​-

​​so hopelessly in need,
​​being either
Them or You,

​​do feed the need
​​unless you need
not to live
AmeriMav Mar 26
The beauty of the winter would not be
If not a single flake of snow did fall
Its brilliant shine doth fill the heart with glee
And every childlike eye does it enthrall

So too the beach without the ocean wave
Deserts too are filled with golden sand
The roaring surf and salty wind we crave
We love the way the sea invades the land

And what if flowers did not come with spring
No rainbow colored show upon the ground
It'd be as if the world forgot to sing
What is the worldwide dance without the sound?

Your presence fills my life with brighter hue
My world would lose its "lovely" without you
Sonnet form
Jolan Lade Feb 17
I've found you, runnning everywhere
in my bloodstream
I've found you, to be the power source
for my heartbeat
I've found you, to be the essential part
in a perfect dream
#notes#
Yes I do feel very attracted to her
I must admit
Mary Frances Sep 2018
From the moment we met,
I knew you were special.
You became my life-changer,
someone essential, substantial.
You made every quote I created remarkable,
Every poem I've written, memorable.
Mystic Ink Plus Jul 2018
At the end of the day
He asked, ”why we need to sleep?”

I answered,
To dream a better tomorrow.

Try it
Sleep
Deeper sleep
Yes, you got it

But never pretend
Else,
One will not dream.
Genre: Experimental
Theme: Sleep Therapy
Aa Harvey May 2018
A poet’s heart.


A poet’s heart is unlike any other.
It is bigger, it is more;
It is waiting for you, to discover.
It is free to speak without disorder;
Because a poet’s heart is so clear
And we are simply the interpreter.


A poet’s heart is unique to the poet;
All who have a heart, would say the same,
But a poet’s heart is uniquely more used,
Than to simply push blood around the veins.


A poet’s heart must be huge for love to fill it;
It gives out what it takes in and is essential to the poet.
Their heart is their charm and their words their way of showing.
A poet’s heart is the creator of the poet
And our souls are forever aching.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
You've found that hole in your soul
Nothing fills it

The smallest things
Seem smaller

The largest things
Seem smaller still

Why won't anything fit
Why won't anything fill

You've found that hole in your soul
Nothing fits it

Its not like its a predator
The things it consumes
You've already forgotten about

Silently it exist
Taking only what you've sacrificed through neglect
Taking only what you've left to languish

It would be better if it was a hunter
If it was taking
Then you could remember
Then you could


© Christopher F. Brown 2018
Willow shade Dec 2017
You know how great it is to make you joyful?
And to touch the highest peak of mountain,
To gain years from life which worth living,
Without any quarrel or not fighting

You know how great it is to be courageous?
To admit everything that makes you afraid
To be surrounded by poems and pages,
Outfacing the life which of nonsense was made

You know how great it is to forget the death?
To neglect everything making you kneel
Once you were angry at what it was called,
But love would be a bauble as against what I feel

You know how great it is to surpass yourself?
To rise again before the absurdity of life
To feel heaven and hell even to their grains,
To embrace your own god and innermost drive
However...
... You don't know how hard it is to be aborted
When you're stumbling at the top of a console
When you're numb and your vision's distorted,
You're about to fall, losing hardly gained control

You don't know how hard it is when everything hurts,
When all silly meanings and happenings torture
When you are betrayed by the 'forgiver god',
However, you speak about something called 'virtue'

You don't know how hard it is to be all alone
Like one day you will lie in your freezing grave,
Knowing that a happy life is impossible,
Just trying to be only powerful and brave

You don't know how hard it is to be recondite,
Every time to face the clash of dimensions
Meanwhile, “to walk in your shoes” to be fair
And be surrounded by myself in various versions
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