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Dharker Nov 2017
It's been awhile
Since I've expressed
What truly weighs
Down on my chest
Many years  
to have to recollect  
because
When you left
Memories arise
Thinking I found you
In these haunting times
Yet you are still only a ghost
That feels so real to me

With days passing
In a blink of an eye
I wonder if you would of changed your mind
Now seeing from the other side
How we all felt about your leaving

It hurts
Man does it hurt
It hurts
To see you go

Trying to smile
Yes, we have to smile
Through tears
you have left us in
Suicide- When I find myself thinking about the sadness and deep despair someone has to feel to leave so many in question. Leaving behind aches of wonderment of why. Why did they not see their worth. The love. The fulfillment of the after math of when everyone comes together because of how much you influenced them and changed their lives. To show honesty in yourself, because doing that could of changed the outcome of the decision process you thought would be an easier way out, actually effected worse than if you had just taken the time to stop shrugging your shoulders and saying you are fine when you are not.

Suicide-
it simply is not the answer.
Ask for help.
No one wants to see anyone they love feel like they are not wanted in this life.
Àŧùl Nov 2017
Dil mein mere hai tu,
Dil mein mere hai tu,
Tu dil mein mere hai basi,
Tu dil mein mere hai basi.

Inside my heart you reside,
Inside my heart you reside,
You are housed within my heart,
You are housed within my heart.
My HP Poem #1676
©Atul Kaushal
Brenda Mukisa Oct 2017
I want to feel
feel so deeply
until I feel so full
I want to run
run so fast
until I cannot feel
as long as it makes me whole.
I just want to feel whole
I just want to scream life
I just want the emptiness
for once in my life
TO LEAVE ME ALONE.
CasiDia Oct 2017
Too long we strive,
        yet not to thrive
                            ... patient
            forgetful ...
                            ... many towers
                                are filled with
                                dust, of which ...
                                we cannot depend on.
what is a (has been) doing here
writing outmoded poems
which never of others
will entirely endear

heck there's but one thing to do
get off the poetry site
and let talented penners
entertain you

since it's a dud at the art
of poetry creation
it'll be taking a no hoper's
extended vacation

the fossilized matter must
bore no more in **-hum fashion
tis time to exhibit departing
compassion
CasiDia Sep 2017
All Understanding uncovers
ugliness, usury.
Unifying utopians
uncorruptable,
unmoveable.

Dashing Prophets promoted
promiscuous personalities.
Promethus’s powers
persisted
purposelessness.

Do Postmodern proletariats
protest phantoms?
Puckering proudly,
pondering
paraphrases?

If Egyptians engineered
excessive egoists,
Englishmen evolved
ethical
endgames.

Tradition Rules reformed
rednecks, remobilizing,
romanticizing, recursions
rose
remarkably.

If Caesar costumed
cabals crafted carefully,
Christianity calibrated
circumferential
conflicts.

Vigilantism Unveils unlucky
usurper, undoes underachieving,
unemotional, unconsciousness
unlearning
unhumanness.
  
Every Tadpole’s talents
triumphs titan’s tricks
tip toeing
towards
truth.
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