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Neo Montane Jan 2019
When it hits, it hits real hard they told me
Reality is cruel for a dreamer you see
It tell us we can never truly be that we wish to be
But still there are those who are willing to pay the fee

They dare to dream, to let their imagination run wild
They refuse to hold back or stop believing like a child
The know full well that reality is not too kind
They let in every positive vibe they can
find
They believe that those who preach reality are blind
So they continue dreaming, leaving the doubters behind

I for one have been told many a time to face reality
That it is only fitting so that I may survive in society
But I never really believed in formality
So I try to escape from reality, call it insanity

They told you to stop day dreaming and wishful thinking
Maybe that's the reason why your dreams are sinking
i descend into what i believe
to transcend into moments of you
like dark hues under eyes i used to pour into
i break into motions with men i fought on a darkened end
of streets where i scoured to find signs in the night
like which way to write, which way was right
and i prose you in thought
a slumber in deep hum
a hymn to a rhythm, a tango i once fought
in front of desire and passion
the way you hold a lighter in echoed moments
from mountains atop midnight
where i eclipse my mind and transcend to find out
how i used to sleep at night
in dire moments with a rhythm of you
as we’re slow dancing to a cause i fail to see
yet hide to ignore
because beauty sees and the ego hides in what it wants
like melting with you
holding onto past mirages of men in might
in false knight armor
darkened elixirs to bring desire
i paint you a picture
for what you want to see
i breathe you into a world where
i paint you to be
how i’d like to see
how i’d like you to be
how the fog at night masked you to be
in summer of thirteen
IncholPoem Jan 2019
I  was   one  -night
saying   lonely  to  police
bikers  who  has  already
left  the  
patrolling  area.


that  i  was
in  love
by  honey-trap.


But  really  my  heart
did  not  permit
it.

I  was  saying
false.


I  was  saying
to    my  friends
and  other  working  people
that
I  was  not
in  love
in  2013  for 6  months.

But  my  heart
did  not  support  me.

I  was
saying  false.
Matthew Jan 2019
I know you've never seen me before,
but I've always been here.
Just invisible
Just a poem
courtney Jan 2019
Like candy floss in my mouth,
Like smoke you disappear
I’m chasing after ghosts it seems
Not sure you’re really there.

Wrapped up in your promises,
Your perfect warm embrace.
You’re the only type of daydream
I would give my life to chase;
Matthew Jan 2019
I know the day this becomes my old poetry

I will see all its faults
"This was wrong and that was false"
I'll say in one big fit.

There won't be anything
that makes me angry
besides my own accidents.

Maybe it's ironic
how I'll inquire
why it made an impact.

I look now with love,
later with loathing,
and long ago with the least.
I honestly don't really like this poem
eleanor prince Dec 2018
She...

revelrous without
the alibi
of Christmas

many join in
swiftly slicing shadows
from looming skyscrapers

few see beneath
the ****** of mirth
children sob within

partners in crime
with adult eyes
destined to stare

at arid landscapes
removed from life's
scorpion bite
somewhat inspired by a recent poem by Lydia XIII 'Intentional' - many a bright and breezy stance belies much torment within
Andrew Montejo Dec 2018
You told me that I'm your only one
you swore to me that you'll never be gone
you promised me that we're always bind
that's why I put them in my heart and mind.

Reminiscing those mem'ries while sitting in this lonely bench
the picture of your smile, melt
faithful heat, but suddenly I realized
that we are now apart.

When the sun is setting and the wind is blowing
I prayed I'm in your arms again
when the rain is falling the cold beholding, I remembered your forgotten promises.

My scattered dreams and shattered heart is waiting again for you to start
and asked my self where are you now
'cause you left to me you broken vow.

I am true to you but you never do
and our love will never last
in our
perfect past.
gray Dec 2018
watch me fall into your arms
even though they're made of thorns
all i can smell are the flowers.

watch me break down my walls
even though they're made of titanium
all i can see is hope.

watch me drown in your eyes
even though they're made of fire
all i can feel is the warmth.
guess what? i wrote in french class again! but i was listening to Smithereens by Twenty One Pilots this time. It's a good song, I suggest listening to it.
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