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Nikita May 2015
when
the
red
from
her
cheeks
vanish
­when
her
eyes
turn
dull
only
to
clos­e
and
rest
the
torn
soul
Silence Screamz Apr 2015
On the seam
of twisted time
through the needle
I can't define

I am pieced together
with poison thread
Black and white
and nothing read

Worn out clothes
and worn out shoes
I walked for miles
through and through

Judge me not
for I can see
Dusted down
and fallen trees

I lay in dreams
on a ***** bed
Nothing to hear
I bury my head
the forgotten in life is not forgotten at all, they are usually just stepped over and missed, for they are someone's mother, father, son, daughter or child
DaRk IcE Apr 2015
Today is supposed to be a day about family togetherness, instead my family just fell apart. When I wake up I must paint on a smile  for my babies and pretend like everything is ok. When the truth is I'm dying inside. It's all I have to hide the tears that insist on making an appearance. Having to hustle and make last minute plans which just got done because the orignal plans you had with your family are no longer. (Just like that) It's over. Hearing my youngest ask for her father, grandmother, and grandfather is to heartbreaking to even write about. I broke down in tears earlier in private, just feeling so empty and lost and like I failed my children. Its so hard not to believe otherwise. The innocense of a child is so fragile. A parent will bare anything to protect their children from pain. Even then that sometimes only goes so far...
I had to get this into words and set it free. This is really hard for me to talk about. Thank you to everyone who stops by and reads this. I wish everyone a Happy Easter!!!
Traci Eklund Mar 2015
Its constant melancholy living in a city.
Your contained between faded yellow lines and blinking red lights.
I yearn for the crisp January moon that isn't drowning in faded street lights and exhaust fumes.
I miss staring out into the misty meadow damp with dew
where fawns grazed lightly and I tip toed away.
Where is the forest that I used to wander,
where I got lost on trails with my father.
Our hearts are wild,
that's why their caged.
But this heart can't be tamed...
When will it be when we can completely sustain the awareness that we
are an individual and also the billions of others that exist on Earth
simultaneous?

It begins with one, but what is the key component for
the ultimate fortitude to do so?

When we confine to self, we ultimately feel alone, but when we think as the world and let go of ego, we in turn can lose our identity.

Gather the information provided by our environment, explorations, and experiences, avoid taking sides on any of it and really see the whole of it all.
You'll see an organism of truth. Truth!
Blood means nothing once it's faded away,
Or maybe it never had the chance to stay.
Genetics don't mean a thing,
When you've never had the chance to know.
Blood means nothing,
Because you don't care so now I don't care.
If one day you decide to care,
Well then you've lost your chance.
You can see the blood smeared on the walls.
They mean nothing at all.
Our blood has now changed.
Goodbye to a never known "man."
Stefan Smith Jan 2015
When these
memories
fade away,
So shall i
fade with
them.
our memories are all i have left, and i can't lose them.
kaye Dec 2014
he walks by me
his scent lingering in the breeze
seeming so innocent--
oh so innocent--
in his faded jeans and white muscle tee.
the soundwaves fills with his voice
as he sings along
to the uncountable stares
prevailing in his presence.

our eyes never waver
as he fades out of our view.
but as we look back
at our unimportant,
insignificant,
unnoticeable selves,
all our chests had were gaping holes;
empty and desolate.
for he had cruelly,
but unintentionally --
out of fleeting impulse --
stolen our hearts.
ell Dec 2014
White pages
stained and blemished
Once ******
now yellowed with age

Passionate words
blurred and faded
by tears
long since dried

Thin lines
holding memories
of kisses, soft touches
and pleading eyes

Paper treasures
Printed gems
Buried
by a sea of years

No one knows
why they are kept
locked away
in a cherished nook

Until they are held
by trembling hands
on lonely nights
when old hearts ache
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