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Blue Orchid Nov 2018
Maybe I should learn the art of letting go
Life would seem much easier then
If I wasn't hanging on to the treads of my past
And letting them coil around my neck

Maybe I should learn the art of letting go
So i'd feel less blocked
less mystified
Of repeating all my mistakes or have them slither back

Maybe I should learn the art of being free
From the birds I stalk before dawn
Maybe I should start listening to their chirps
Hoping to stumble upon their secrets

Maybe I should stop thinking too much about all the things I do or don't think about
Then maybe i'll teach myslef to put words on my lips instead of paper
Nylee Sep 2018
little longer
a bit more stronger
and so much more
I hope for.
All the papers
I just tore
my dreams not
reaching their shore.
Well before,
so much better
heart sheltered
I, not deserted.
Everything I wore
all filtered
refined to core
Could go ahead with
all that
keep quiet
be that
watch and mimic
being sick
in head.
Lemonade Aug 2018
I die a little bit inside,
every time your scarlet lips broach about him.

only best friend.
Debanjana Saha Jan 2018
My kisses will be

the droplets of the mists

All over you

Sugary and sweet

like the honey dew.

A kiss, before the sun kissed ray's

falls over you.

In the morning or at night,

No barriers

Just me and you

Inventing new ways of

loving each other

With each passing dawn.


I fall in love with you

Everyday, more than

A love expressed to a beloved, a poetry always helps. 2am poetry
Carlyyyy Sep 2017
Humor comes in a million different shades.
As mine reaches various greys and yellows,
I admit, more often an inkling than a joke,
I say, "I could die happy, right now."
This life assures me nothing good nor bad.
Maybe the next? If any.
I won't take anything away from myself because that would mean,
I have an enemy.
And you don't run from your enemies,
You face them.
So it's safe to say,
I am here until I am not.

It's hard to explain this one.  I am aware of suicide's toll on everyone. I am neutral, well I like to think so. I notice the many sides of why. It can be a way out but it could be a way in. No one knows what goes on in other people's minds. Suicide can be neither a sign of weakness nor a symptom of strength. Maybe it's both? I don't know but I do know it happens. I lost my friends to suicide. These people, I knew them when I was a kid. We all possessed naivety and love for life. Adventures didn't come to us, we made them. We grew up. We saw, did, & heard things. The real world ****** us in. Expectations hit hard. Lies and deceit had familiar faces. Love hurt. No one is to blame. No one at all!  I've come to terms. We all face demons. We all have our struggles. How you face them is what matters? you decide everything in your life. Don't let people get you down. You are capable of anything! Preferably good things that help you, people, maybe nature and animals. Idk but be good.
Affection*hugs kisses.
Acts of kindness*Making a meal.
Quality time*husband & Wife.;
Words of
These are the signs of love language...
For the adult and child.
georje naïf Apr 2015
You acted like my man
Protecting me when I'm harm
You act like my best bud
Comforting me when I needed to
Then later on I'll be left behind
Watching you to walk away
Walking towards the girl you love
A scenery that really torn my heart into two
I'm confused on the way you act
On the way you treated me
You make me fall
And expecting someone to catch
But my expectation fails, because no one did
I tried to pull you out on my chest
Cause you wreck me a lot
But I guess this is how my fortune goes
Though you hurt me more and more
My love just go deeper
My friends told me to forget about you
Honestly, I tried to
But what else can I do?
If this feeling was stronger than me
Now I'm acting like an idiot
Really don't know how can I forget you
Just to escape on this rail you've done
I'm tired of this *****!
I wanted my heart to take a rest
Of this Heartache I' going through, because of you.
N Nov 2014
I've always contested this theory of time.
This counting of sands in hourglass bottles.
They always said time was in our hands.
But I didn't mind because the sun always rose, always set.
I never yearned to stop it. I never yearned to stay.
Until I met you.
Until I found myself in your arms in the morning till dawn
and it never felt long enough.
Until the words that made me melt into puddles formed time tables that showed a past moment I never wanted to escape from.
From the falling of snow, to the falling of leaves.
The hands on clocks were slowly gripping us by the shoulders;
tearing us apart.
Wars with the one thing we couldn't defeat.
Until kisses could hold time for a moment, we could never get enough.
Inserting coins into machines so that maybe hope
could fall out of the slot into our empty palms.
Once the days got shorter as the air grew cold,
we had to dig up for good memories to keep us holding.
Your skin had already been traced by my fingers,
your lips had already been pressed into mine.
there was nothing keeping us together other than not wanting
to wake up alone at the sound of beeping alarms.
To wake up calls tellings us that life doesn't stop for anyone.
The cold coffee that tastes as bitter as remembering the battle with passing minutes.
Some battles are meant to be lost.
We lost this one, we were left with learnt lessons.
I never bargained for lessons in the first place, I wanted to be left with you.
Wars are temporary. We we're supposed to be forever.
But once again, forever is controlled by ticking hands.
And ours were never strong enough to resist it.
Juliesen Night May 2014
It has been sometime,
Since my pen has hit paper.
Since my words were expressed,
By voices unwritten.

It has been an exodus void,
For my heart...
Has made its collision.

Pain rips through me,
When my words are written.
To the page.
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