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Claire Sep 16
Those are the times
Where mornings seems shorter
And the nights seems longer
Those are the moments
Where you lay in bed
With nothing but thoughts
Thoughts in your head
Feelings in your heart
Sometimes even just wondering
Why everything fell apart?
Sometimes you’ll just feel empty
You’ll just feel tired
You’ll feel like being happy
Was a facade you always lied
Sometimes you’re just there
Laying in bed
No thoughts in your head
Sleepiness wasn’t knocking on your door
Seeing times passes by more and more
You lay there with your eyes blinking
Staring at the ceiling, thinking
“Why is this happening to me?”
“What was happening?”
“What’s wrong with me now?”
“What changed?”
“Where did I go wrong?”
You start to retrace your memories
From the very beginning
You start to think back about those times
Even some bad endings
That’s where the tears starts coming
That’s where your eyes starts blurring
You didn’t know what was happening to you
You didn’t know if the sadness you felt was true
Was it the sadness you kept for so long?
Or was it just because you were tired of being strong?
You didn’t know
But you laid there
Just letting out your emotions with this cry
Without even knowing why
But as you finish crying
You started thinking
Now you’re staring
Not knowing what you were looking
But you felt empty once again
And the cycle starts over again
Until sleep
Finally comes to you
Your eyes now feel heavy
Your mind feels light too
But you know that was already too late
You accepted your fate
Sleep was always came slow
So now it was morning again
And the night became another

Sleepless night
Litzytczt Sep 3
She sits there
With flaws on her body
She sits there
Hair on her legs making a little garden of roses
She sits there
Volcanoes on her face
Looking like they are about to erupt
Yet she manages to maintain balance and equality inside
Well sometimes
She sits there
Yet still with care for the world and everyone, everything, in it
She sits there
With a tornado spinning the thoughts in her head
Making her deal with it because clicking ruby red heals doesn't make the problems go away
She sits there
Clutching the cross around her neck
Mumbling prayers
A cloud releasing small raindrops
She sits there
Being an ally,
A friend,
The person that listens when no one else does,
She waits for you to tie your shoe while everyone else walks away.
But she is also the one left behind on the sidewalk
She still sits there
Knowing how others treat her
But not letting that reflect negatively on how she treats others
She sits there
And look at that,
With a smile on her face,
She continues to grow,
Nothing prohibits her from moving forward,
She is unstoppable,
She is beautiful,
She is grace,
She is laughter,
She is sunshine,
She is light,
The light that awakens the dark,
The light that makes the moon shine,
She is everything and more.
She sits there
Being radiant
Being herself
She sits there
Knowing who she wants to be and what it takes to get there
She sits there
She sits there
Being me
I am
Sitting there
Remember the sunrise
The reflections
Your laugh as they danced
On the mirrors

With your eyes closed
And a faint smile
You slept
As I froze time with a flash

It’s hard now
That your body is dust
To take stills of you

Remember the sunrise
The smiles
And the sound of you breathing
Which I miss the most now

That Sunday
When I was running around with a headache, a tired body, questionable hormone levels and with the desperate idea of sleeping early.

Ended up in your bed...
Don't know if it was because of the chemicals in my blood or the feelings I've been trying to compress.

But I felt the sweet breeze of peace in the bedsheets, in between your arms, in your greenish eyes, in your nervous laugh, and in the air of the room, we've been sleeping together for some time.

I'm begging it's not an illusion or a cruel game that my mind is playing.

Cause it's almost like...
Feeling free in a prison
Sleeping in the middle of the day
Smelling flowers in the office
or taking a day off...

Scared, nervous, maybe a little crazy...

Doesn't really matter since I lost myself in the fantasy of being with you... every second of every day.
Kynzie Adler Jul 28
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Please proceed.
But a warning-
Do proceed with care.
It takes a lot of courage to put one's self out there,
Out onto the open air,
Do not discourage,
do not hate,
What one art means to one person
Is not all around the same.
Something you despise
could be another's solace,
So I plead with you:
Criticize all you please,
But keep your slanders
tucked in a far corner in your mind
To later be thrown out
With the other thoughts unkind.
This writing is simple,
That much I know,
Just take a deep breath and
Let the negativity go.
From my book 'And We All Return to Dust'
Jamie Jul 5
Sometimes I  feel lost
And so under stress
That I take too much
Of the fear I have

Of being myself

I take it and rub it all over my body
Like a protective layer from the bees of judgements stinging me all over
Greg Piegari Jun 16
With Love, comes work
With work, comes effort
With effort, comes happiness
Quinn May 8
You've tangled yourself
Within my heartstrings
My love for you
Is everlasting
A wish upon a star,
That does not exist
Only in my head,
I will persist.

A night after day,
I gaze at the sky.
At my wish upon a star,
A star sparkling so high.

I may have my doubts, still
At least I will hope.
That my wish will one day come true
But for now, I will cope.
The very first poem I wrote.
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