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John D Feb 2018
My life essence
Trapped inside of my soul
Surrounded by distant lands
Filled with emptiness and loneliness
My trapped soul wanders
Looking for a purpose
Inside of a desolate stricken world
Irina BBota Jan 2018
Who are you? I will probably never know.
Your words are decorating my bending soul.
In silent mornings when I drink my aromatic coffee
Reality disappears, and hypnosis unfolds.

Who are you? The longing that knows my heartache,
Words that I used to believe so easily?
A mute Self, between much white and much black,
Looking constantly for himself in the gloomy parade?

Who are you? You are the world's greatest discovery
Who learnes all about the soul's immortality?
Who sees ice and fire in two distinct colours
And silence speaks to you in tremendous words?

Who are you? A soul with congestion of lava
Who can erupt anytime, leaving behind just waste?
Or a heart pulsing, passing through conversion
And hides his feelings through lyrics and prose?

Who are you? Are you heaven's demonic angel
Who lives and has the courage to shout in the silence,
Who often plays serenades through written poems,
Through mute words, non-words with the gates closed?

Who are you? The one who thinks white will turn gray?
The one who hopes one day black can become white?
Try to see in the fog more colours of your life,
Don't care about time, dual space or duration.

14.01.2018 London
maggie W Jan 2018
I painted my nails ultraviolet, color of the year
Sitting at my desk

Thinking about you, I read some books
Mark went by and asked how was my New Year?

"I went to watch fireworks", which wasn't true
he said, "I don't think you'll come to my neighborhood"

Staring at the monitor, thinking about you.
It is only 20 degree, I shouldn't go out to get lunch.
But I could paint my nails ultraviolet.

Got off work early, I carry the basket that I use to put my lunchbox in.
You're still in salt lake city,so I went for a mani,
and paint my nails ultraviolet
Not a very bright was to start the new year, but it will get better.
Samantha Dec 2017
I am a city girl;
By blood and by birth.
The city is my place.
So many people!
So many buildings!
It's noisy, it's busy,
and that's why I like it.
But why, then,
Are people who live in cities
So much sadder than the rest?

Or so I've heard.
Cities may get gray.
Too loud.
Too bright.
Under the weather.
So I've heard, that
City people
Are
Sad people.

Cities are bittersweet.
All I ever wanted was
To add a
Little bit
Of
Sugar.

I guess that's what I'll have to do.
I just want everyone to be happy...
Not to mention, escalators to get into the subway are terrifying!
Sakhi Dec 2017
At 5, her smile was bright,
Which soon burned out like a fading light.
Made some friends, lost some more,
Tried being happy with a heart so sore.

At 13, she caked her face,
To fit in a world which was a maze,
Was called a ***** for trying hard,
Pierced her heart like a game of dart.

At 17, she found a love,
Thought she found a pure white dove.
Love was lust and shattered her,
He left her like a toy mere.

At 21, everyday she cried,
She ain't living, she just survived.
Wore a white gown, took a piece of blade,
Soon the white gown whole turned to red.
Leila Valencia Dec 2017
There is a time;

When All,

FallS...

A time when;
our true character-
.....
What we say we are -
Who we think we are -
Who we want to be -
What we want to do -
.....
Is tested.

The time,
When the chills.
The darkness...
Keeps us inside.

And it’s the greatest - the worst - the scariest - it can be a transformational period.

And it’s a time where loneliness wanders...
The superficiality of the summer is all but vanished.
As the daylight dims....

The time,
When
death seems
..Closer...
Than before.

The time,
When
My heart
..feels lost..
More than before

The time,
When...
When............


the last leaf falls.
An ode for the winter time. It’s a bit somber, a bit meloncholy. But, I thought a nice winter poem would be a great way to truly capture the feeling of the season.
hlynnn Nov 2017
Not once did I expect this to happen.
Never in my wildest dream that I've fallen,
To a boy who wasn't my prince charming
Nor to someone who is my friend.

It must been your sweetness that melt my heart
Or your gentle smile could be the start.
Whatever the reason for me to feel this way
One thing I know, this strange feeling grows stronger everyday

All this time I've been praying
For you to see and look at me as a lady
Every now and then I woke up dreaming
That I can be your girl, not just a friend

Then reality broke me into pieces
It wounded me bad as it came to my senses.
That you belong to someone else
And I'm left alone with all this heartaches

A few might have a clue
But nobody knows the pain I've been thru
They can't guess the sleepless nights
Nor count the tears I've cried.

My friends see me smiling and laughing
Yet deep inside there's no place for denying.
I know a have to surrender and let go
At least to cease and ease the misery

Still I'd be happy,
Coz happiness means seeing you being one.
And let me say this for once, I Love you...!
But I love you more, so Goodbye......
hlynnn Nov 2017
The saddest word
in the whole wide world
is the word almost.

He was almost in love.
She was almost good for him.
He almost stopped her.
She almost waited.
He almost lived.

They almost made it.
crdts
Alyalyna Oct 2017
As the leaves fell down from the trees
it took over me
someone's going overseas
but it took over me

though the lines are being written on the sheats
it took over me
in a state of wait for winter where the autumn leads
it took over me

and i'm down then i'm up then again down
and my mood in vicious circle's going round and round
and some feministic guy would say i've got my period
but as a girl i know  exactly what it's like and this is truly not

beauty outside of my window
but inside it feels like mess
and i'm gloomy and i'm crying like a widow
for those summer days at rest

and every leaf that falls down on the ground
makes a sound that i can hear like razor makes a wound
and im down then im up then im again down
and my boyfriend's such a nice guy and wants to  stop me frown
but i guess whoever was it he'd get tired of playing a clown
and i want him understand tryna make it tender
that this is not gonna go till it's december

cause the leaves fall down and make me cry make me grown
make me cough make me sigh
guy just wait a little while....


there's no one to blame
but it's so hard to tame
my temper
untill it is December
i said this season
it took over me
i said the reason
why sometimes i weep
not so deep
it's on the surface
of the leaves
that keep on covering the ground
all around...
and around...
and around...
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