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Words' Worth Apr 21
It is often said
That living is the rarest thing
Some people merely exist
I can promise myself this
That the rivers will flow
And the trees will bring wood
Fish don't have feelings
But, innocence fades
That is what clears my conscience
The iota of ephemeral contrast
I can sustain a worthy purpose
Which may have a fleeting foundation
One of immense virtue
That a plebeian approach cannot understand
If I take the crooked path
I can walk among my peers
Who have been waiting
For me
To live free as well
But stand strong I must
As I gaze into an abyss
Without purpose
Undoubtedly determined
I can do something, methinks
Instead of doubting my own perception
Yet, I cannot predict
When the diurnal birds will go in abmigration
I simply forget
Some skip south much of autumn
I cannot remember
When will the solitary tree lie bare
The weather behaves like an intelligent child
No one knows where the wind goes
If you ask why, you question your wisdom
Only you and yourself
Can find the purpose
For the phenomena within
That tells you to move on forward
Contrary to popular wisdom
Until the final beat of an unseen presence
Ushers you into its arms
And like an abyss staring back at you
Tells you there is no rainbow down there
To confirm your fears
Or affirm your immense virtue
Your glory fades
When death holds you closer
Sic transit gloria
LearnfromBOBD Mar 20
When my body won't hold me anymore
And it finally lets me free
When my feet won't walk another mile
And my lips give their last kiss goodbye
Will you be strong for me when I get old
Will you be my all and take loan
When the love becomes zero
Will I be your pillow
When I'm shaking and cold
When I need your hands to hold
Will you hold me in the light
As you held me in the night
Will you be jealous again
When my love fades away
Will you still be my other half
If my last love song is halleluyah
If your best colour is still blue
Will you still be true
Will you understand why
If you get to know I lied
All for honey drops# 💓
Jordan Ray Jun 2019

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raquezha Jun 2019
fades to black
as rain starts to drop
I'm still waiting here
at the crossroads
will I ever sleep tonight
will you be my sweet dream
will you hold me tight
while I battle
these nightmares
every night
will you be my

'Goodnight?
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The scent of
uniqueness
It's magical
symphony
Fades
With the blink
Of an eye
The way happiness is snatched from us
The way freedom is snatched
cammie Mar 2019
shrieks from the fallen ones
haunt your memories
faces slowly fading away
as the time rushes by

yet everything seems paused
moving along in slow motion
watching everyone else live their lives
smiling, laughing, enjoying their time

while you sit back and wonder
what happened here
why me, why us
things could have been better, different

how have i managed to survive
can’t believe i made it this far
i had your help
and now i have nothing

the silence stings
but the emptiness hurts the most
cupboards left open
couch cushions askew

stains on the carpet
hard to accept the fact
that bang bang bang
that slash slash slash

has now led to you all
being
gone

i’m sorry
Quin Rosenheart Sep 2018
Faded smiles

Grey skies

Black water

Darkened eyes

Sleepless nights

Dimmed lights

Hopless fights

Last goodbyes
clever Jul 2018
you'll be the love of my life until my tan fades away,
then we'll walk through the halls and be strangers again
Poetic T Apr 2018
I want to reboot my life,
           to clear the files of
regret,
          sorrow,

                    wrong decisions.

My mainframe of thought
            still has echoes
of deleted files.
Nothing is really rebooted.

I'll keep deleting those files
        till the time there just
                               shadows,
            as echoes can be heard
      but obscurity eventually fades.
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