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Fran Nov 2015
Zero was where i met you
Just the hello and goodbyes was said
Walking pass like total strangers
where everything was dead

One was where i got to know you
Where  smiles and gestures
Movements was more genuine
but memories was not set

Two was when we talked
Talked endlessly and laughed
With a sudden flutter of  heart beats
i can't say less

Three was where i fell
Fell into that trap
Those smiles and laughters we shared
Had all caught me in the head

Everything happened
But this is all The End
Because i had to cheer for you
With a another women
In your hands

I'll always be behind
Cheering for you
Helping you
Making you smile


But promise me
Never to turn around
Because this dumb fool
Is crying and hurt

Just to stop her tears
Needs so much more
So please, don't turn around
She's just glad to see you smile

With nothing left to say
She take a bow
and left the stage
with no one around
Pardeep Nov 2015
A long road ahead,
journey for me to decide.
Mapping as I go.
Chalsey Wilder Nov 2015
I find it kind of funny
That people care after it's too late
I find it kind of funny
When people care about **** they're unable to do anything about
I find it kind of funny
That people can care about people they never knew existed, but most likely wouldn't do **** to help them
I find it ******* hilarious
That people care what I do with my life
It's not funny but at the same time it is I call it life humor. I wish I could take Kermit's job
Pardeep Nov 2015
I'm starting to find myself again.
It's been a while.
Like meeting a long lost friend.
What should I say?
What should I do?
With open arms I welcome myself,
letting my soul resonate.
Endlessly
inviting,
the river
that flows
between us
flows everywhere
at once

our internal words,
warmed by
being
held for so long
are all at once
sent flying
into the open air

making a splashdown
landing into this  
deep old river,
we hear the words
in our unknown voices
for the very first time

all that we know of each other
is waiting now to be heard

as if this river was a room
and this book that does not yet exist
was open on the table beside us
©Elisa Maria Argiro
Phoebe Thomasson Oct 2015
Sat with you
I feel like home
kind of different
than before
than ever before
so different, me
to what I know
what I assumed was me
without realizing
I was living
someone else's dream
Healing levels of doubt and fear seems to require a lot of consistent letting go, and embracing, fluidity and courage. Things are not as crazy as I imagined they were. The more I heal, the easier it is to feel like I am normal after all. I never thought that was a good thing before. How it changes!
Amelia Pearl Oct 2015
All I want is to be someone.
I dare not to say that I wasn't anyone.
But somehow I change into another.
Every year, every month.
All very different souls.

Sometimes I'm her.
Sometimes I'm that girl.
Sometimes I'm this.
I'm sick of changing.

I just want to be someone.
I want to be what I want to be.
No more change.
I want to be me.
Mr Silence Sep 2015
Take me slowly through the night
where the light is low like candlelight.
        Only in a blink of an eye;
I dream of daylight shinning bright
seeping into my eyes when they are tight.

What a beam of light?
                      Oh, wait. Just a trick in my eye.

They’re false dreams that I seem to forget
the promising signs of one I might not get.
         Only in one’s eyes that they do see--
are nightmares that one feels fidget
to become the reality and turn into hogget.

Which road to take--what is the truth.
Only to know my heart splits into two.
Blah, Blah.
A Alexander Sep 2015
Sometimes it seems I think so hard,
that you could possibly hear
You turn to look at me but say nothing to adhere.
That calmness in your face worried me that day,
and still I think about what you would have to say.

This picture in my head of you, telling me," its not real,"
"that all these dreams I  had left my heart like steel."
"Someone left a mark, that you won't let go away."
It's because you are so careless and why you go astray."
"Because you cannot change anything, is why you are so sad",
and whispered softly, "If it were meant to be, wouldn't it be had"?

I stop to think that maybe you just sitting still and having not said anything, is what cured me like a pill.

Closing my eyes, I now realize, that it really was a dream, something I had made up, something I had schemed.
It wasn't what I wanted, just something left unfinished, and I know on good terms would soon diminish.
I wanted to have an ending, a good one for that matter.
Something to give me peace, so these thoughts would finally scatter.

You hold my hand as I step back to reality, and now putting this so far behind me.
A strength only you could have given me, only a soul mate could do.
I hope he hears me thinking, when I say " I love you".
You took me out of a world that I didn't want to be in, one with a price for me to pay, a world that once left me unglued and seemingly gray.

©A. Harris
A poem I recently came across again, and wanted to include in my collection. I was 22 , on 12-25-03 when I had written this, some things never change.
Li Sep 2015
maybe i'm a lost star
alone in this dark sky
looking down on strangers
who looks lost as i

and a night will come
when the clouds
will cover me above
and i wonder
if these strangers
will find home
the way i never have.
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