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Surbhi Dadhich Nov 2017
How many bridges have we burned
How many lessons never learnt
Try and do but then we don't
Say we will but know we won't

How many flames have we shot
How many mysteries never caught
Reveal but then very well refuse
Admit but still confuse

How much more can we take
How many do we blame for our own mistakes
We know what we need to intercede
But how far do we take that belief?

How many desires we breed
How many sins we commit
Though we know for what we aspire
Still we keep on fits with betrayed trials

How many years have flown by
How many tears have we each cried
Far too many I believe to count
From lips that move without a sound

How many theories never understood
How much head we put
How much we neglect
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puting aninaw Nov 2017
It seems like i'm walking in circles,
whenever I  think about life.

"Live life to the fullest" they said.
"You only live once" they said.
I could not understand.

I did not understand,
what they were telling me,
what my parents were telling me,
until the moment came,
and they were gone.

Now, I had realized,
what they were saying:
Enjoy the company of your loved ones,
while the'yre inching to the thousand suns.

Be grateful for everything and everyone
for there is no time to hate and be alone.

There is no time to dwell on regrets,
the "should've's" and "would've's."

Concentrate on the "what now?" and "where to?"
on this Earth which you call home,
on this Earth where everything seems like an illusion.

For you will never know the end
until you've lost everything.
You will never know the end
until you've tried your best and gained nothing.

Whenever I  think about life,
It seems like i'm walking in circles.
impromptu poem
kn Nov 2017
Does
it really
matter
how
or
when
I
love you?
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olb Nov 2017
Are you okay? he asks
Yea. I reply

Why do I lie to the one I trust the most
The one I love the most

I know I am hurting him deep down inside
but I guess it's the way it will always be
because you're so far away
and living a new life
and loving a new love

How do I describe to you the pain and fear
the fear that I will let down every one who is important to me Again
and the pain of being hated or left out
the pain of feeling like I drove him to his new irresponsible self

How
How do I tell you

How do I tell the one who is already here for me
how I need you more

How I need my world back

That these are just excuses so you will comfort me

How how how

How will I ever tell you
No, I am not okay.
i miss you so. its been over a year since ive heard your voice. i dont even know what it sounds like, nor can i rememeber. i love you so. please please please come back to me. but in the mean time i will continue to use you as my inspiration. so thank you.
Lyn-Purcell Nov 2017
How can I become a star if
I don't attempt to reach for them?

How can I be a champion if
I don't overcome the roars of battle?

How can I claim to be one of the light if
I don't raise from myself from shadow and blood?

How can I love purely if
I still have venom in my heart and eyes and voice?

How can I face death with a smile if
I deny myself the chance to truly live?



My body is marred by the scars of justice.

The air of the Earth has choked me with its
treachery from the minute I was born.

My eyes blinded by the desert dust of life;
lies and trails and heartache.

My blood will water my passion, my legacy,
which I have fought to create...tooth and nail.

I need to make it so.
I always wonder how I can do certain things in my life...the most important thing is to find a way to make it so.
upon waking from a splendid plunge
   into the depths of deep dreamy restful sleep
anchors away set adrift this body electric,
   which succombed instantaneously
   (without counting sheep)
nor joining the make belive rank and file world
   with the likes of little bo peep

an immediate notion arose
   to latch onto and ignore
   this most delightful, flight of fancy deed
(not ***** nor done dirt cheap),
    but a natural function
   one cannot overdose nor excede

the USDA quotidian requirement,
   where cares and concerns
   of an uncertain world freed
yet an asolute bare necessity for stayin' alive
   plus richly textured unrivaled vista devoid of greed
additionally cost and gluten free, NON GMO,
   zero caloric effortless need

   (words of caution to take seriously to heart),
   and note that if one doth not yield, but sure to read
   the small print affixed like a label each mind
   forcing to squeeze out every metaphorical
   drop of open eyed juice  
   perhaps resorting to **** or speed

   that silent slurred speech, physical lashing,
   head dropping fatique
   will invite Halloween aparitions, delusions,
   grand hallucinations, et cetera
   as if one smoked wacky ****

the forces of anatomical and physiological
   heft will take charge ahoy
and blast at top notch nautical surge,
will wrest control against blistering,
   festering against withering heights
   delivering balms away at feeble attempts
   to retain losing battle to remain alert oh boy
no matter how much effort summoned,
   (even feigning wakefulness as a decoy)

the trappings of oblivion
   i.e. sinking into profound dreamland,
   whether an individual ascribes to be Jew or goy
which Maxwell House maxim
   “the key to better relationships may be more sleep”
no mortal ought to take lightly,
   but pay heed lest the grim reaper doth creep
stealthily and scythe lent lee steal
   a haggard skiff of flesh and bone
   whereat  corporeal essence no more
   will there be for the soul to keep.
Jack P Oct 2017
I don't want to die,
I don't want to die,
I don't want to die,
I don't want to die,
I don't want to die,
I don't want to die,
I don't want to die,
I don't want to die,
I don't want to d-...
i've got a good feeling, it doesn't happen all the time
Jellyfish Oct 2017
So often these days, I find it hard not to cry as time passes.
I look at the clock and wonder how far I'll actually make it.
I tell myself "when I move out I'll be happier...
I won't wake up like this anymore."
but at the end of the day I lay in bed filled with fear,
that I won't know how to be anymore.
triztessa Oct 2017
do you remember
blank sheets in between our souls
while bodies meet behind closed doors
coffee stains in my eyes
the pain of losing the light

do you remember
listening to the music of my words
read out from my mind
as if you were inside
contained in my memory
painted in oil pastel
while you spilled water all over
the canvas of a summer night

do you remember
walking into a forest and getting lost
like children in a playground
and leaving trails for one another
while building a constellation
galaxies away from each other

we lifted each other up
until we stopped
we forgot how to be alone
do you remember me at all
Jamie Rose Sep 2017
How can you go from telling me you love me to not responding to any of my calls?
How can you tell me you need me then say you're going to a party and there's no guarantee you won't **** someone else?
How can you say all the things you do and still get mad at me for getting hurt?
Do you even want me?
Am I just a convenience?
I knew it was too good to be true...
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