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Àŧùl Jun 2016
Even when they're not around,
Their teachings are always along,
Never ever letting me feel alone.

They introduced me to this life,
I learnt to breathe from them only,
And they did teach me to speak.

And I know that much,
I'll surely remember them,
Even when they're not around.
My HP Poem #1090
©Atul Kaushal
Nath Rye Apr 2016
you were my daylight.

i was a mere infant
who, at the crack of dawn
of his very first day outside the womb,
immediately, stupidly fell in love
with the warmth the daylight provided
and abandoned fear and doubt
in the presence of the light it shone.

sadly, though
that was short-lived
as i learned more about the daylight.

fact number one
the daylight shines upon every single one
there is no such thing as favoritism
and thus
you must never, EVER
think you're special

fact number two
the daylight can burn you
spend too much time basking in its light
and the feeling's comparable to
a moth burned by the very flame
that it is helplessly drawn to.

as i gathered more facts
i soon realized that dusk was soon approaching
but i never wanted to lose this feeling.

but, as all things go,
powerless against the constant flow of time,
desperately crying, screaming
for my daylight not to go away

it just left.

i wonder what new things dusk can bring.
interesting
this doesn't feel like a poetry piece..... but i'll post it anyway.
Fionnuala Lidia Apr 2016
Death is the silence before rain, and the warmth in a freshly dead animals body.
written 12/02/2015
Declan Quinn Apr 2016
Battering wind and rain outside,
They said sunny today, they must’ve lied
Inside, in here, with me and mine,
It’s blistering hot with streaming sunshine.
That’s for today, on a high, exalted.
Yesterday I felt assaulted.
Battered and bruised but never broken.
You’re Damaged are the words misspoken.
Both eyes are open instead of one.
I have my own light, no desire for sun.
I’ll open my door and put out the dark fire,
I welcome you all in to relax and admire,
My new me and my gift to myself,
I’ve taken my happiness down from off my shelf.
I’m holding it now, small and precious.
It’s light and love will refresh us.
Come sit by me, come hold my hand,
Smile with me and the depression be ******.
Extrapolating feelings from an old fashioned man, getting easier. Thanks for being my ear :)
26 hours ago
My friend told me she was waiting
“Life” she said
“Never seems to calm down,
And I’m waiting, just waiting, for it to just even out”
I looked at her and I stopped
It was like those words had opened something in me
And some wild wisdom poured into my brain
Something I had never before understood

“Honey” I said “Life is never going to even out,
Life is a series of ups and downs
And you and I just have to get better at riding the waves"
I  miss my innocence,

I miss not understanding,

I miss ignorance.

Once upon a time,

I knew very little,

and I was happy.

Once upon a time,

I feared ignorance,

because I knew I possessed it,

and I was happy.

Once upon a time,

I loved,

and lost,

and it made me,

unhappy.
Max Jonas Mar 2016
I could't stop loving you,
Even if I tried everything.
Cheyenne Feb 2016
Destroyed. Distraught.
I've cried. A lot.
You're fine. I'm not.
I Break my Bones

                           destoy the mind?
Letters from an old friend
                    I
Cant Even

                                         See how this will end
                                         .
                                         .
                                         .
                                         .
                                         .
I follow my own way now


                                                           ­           Into the darknezz

                                                       ­       Dead?
                                                    ­                  I walk
                                                            ­                        around
                                  ­                                                            in a world of
                                                              ­                                                   Mirrors
                                   Everybody is the same
                                                            ­        nobody is no one
                                                   Except me I know I walk
                                            So I walk
Into
the
Darknezz
the world is just a little piece of Darknezz
I thought you wanted only me
at least that's what you said
That's what i felt
in the way you held my hand
in the feel of your calloused finger
gentle on the back of my hand
I felt it
the sparks
the butterflies
the rockets
all of it
the dark abyss enlightened by the touch of your palm
the grasp of your fingers linked with mine
I didn't expect to fall for you
I didn't expect to want you as much as i do
But you wanted me
I felt it in the press of your lips
Your soft lips tender against mine
How we closed our eyes
through our self in a cycle of torment
that I was so willing to risk
I thought you only wanted me
but you did't
my lips were too rough
my hands were too cold
my eyes too dark
I thought you wanted me
when we would talk in the midst of the night
and smile with our hearts on our sleeves
I thought you wanted me
but I was to messed up
I thought to much
and I talked to little
I laughed to loud
and I was to needy
I'm sorry
god I'm sorry
because I wasn't what you were looking for
even though I tried so hard just to be that
I am sorry
for not trusting you
I'm sorry for wanting you
in a way you probably never wanted me
I'm sorry for being Alexis
with the cold hands and the brittle heart
I'm sorry for thinking
that i was the only one you would want
I am sorry
Tbh  this is why i dont do relationships
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