don't know how it'll feel
to see your face once again
it's been so long and so hard
not sure how to pull through

you gave me this life
and it hasn't gone well
but things are looking up and maybe, just maybe
this is the right thing to do

even though it may not seem
in the haze of this fucked up dream
that i haven't thought of you every day
and all the words i want to say

i'm sorry i lost myself
and through that, i lost you
worry kills relationships you know
but hope will pull us through

i love you and
i know we'll be

let us be okay

The only time she ever felt alive
was when she swung high and aimed for the skies
'cause the possibility of falling miles
off the swing was what made swinging too high
all the better. She wanted to let go, to fly
and feel utter fear before falling miles
to the ground. If she was lucky, she'd fall unwise
to her demise, because to her dying is a misty
dream come true. So she held onto these swings
and felt alive for the first time in a while...
She felt as though she were flying with chains
attached. And that's her entangled with strings
relationship with life; she wants to versatile
and let go but she still holds onto life's chains.

Italian Sonnet:
A sonnet consisting of an octave with the rhyme pattern abbaabba followed by six lines with a rhyme pattern of cdecde or cdcdcd.
Amanda 15h

I lift my head and try to fly,
A bird with broken wings,
Held down and haunted by
The song my sorrow sings.

Useless melodies inside,
Keeping me from healing,
Ruffled feathers, open eyed,
The past I am concealing.

What is a bird that cannot fly?
I want to end it once and for all,
I put my trust into the sky,
And begin the final fall.

You act like the world owes you
A broken beaten girl that gives all she has
But you're no different
You're not special
You give no more and no less
Just fall
Let your wounds bleed
You are owed absolutely nothing

Janae 1d

Calm down;
breathe slow
if you need to
just let it go.

Don't let your crown
not even a little bit,
don't give them
the benefit.

JAC 4d

Once, he was asked,
"Tell me what is true.
Why is it that you
write just what you do?"

He laughed, and said
with half a smile,
"I write so you'll
fall in love for a while."

After a pause, he said pleasantly,
"Not with me - I'm a liar, you see,"

And grinning wildly,
he spoke his conclusion:
"Love is a poet's favourite illusion."

As requested, the full version of the poem that long-adorned my bio.
nadine 6d

No one can break me,
I swore
I am the black and white full of colors
But your hurtful words,
came rushing down my shore
I am indestructible,
I swore
But I fell five, stood up four
You hurt me
like I asked you to do the honors

this has been
Catlynn 6d

I first walked through an Open Door...
That soon lead to a trail of Corner Stone's...
That guided me to Abbe Road...
That soon lead me to an Olmsted Fall...

Short and Confusing :P, Just a short story of all the churches I've been too... My Family has been Switching churches alot lately...
MP Martinez Jul 16

like Humpty Dumpty
she also fell
crushed and all broken

Depressing thoughts~
nadine Jul 15

lock me in your eyes
  never set me free
i'll be the person who tries
to calm the waves of your sea
a sunken boat
that will never flee

this has been
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