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Isaac Huston Oct 2015
It's been a while
Since I've written here,
The dust has grow
Upon these words.
The fluidity with which once they flowed,
Gone.
Gone is the promise of a new day,
A new sun,
A new poem,
Gone is that ready elegance.
Words come out now, yea,
But forced.
The line breaks choppier,
The rhythm forced and staccato
Rather than the smooth sailing
Or the fierce and glorious torment
Of a summer tempest
O'er the high seas.
But here I am,
Time have I,
And so
I write.
Wesley Dotson Oct 2015
I'm sorry
Has become more of a social habit
Than an actual gesture.
It's a half assed apology.
I pushed so much of myself away
That I felt immense sadness,
When I look at you today.
I don't want it to be this way.
"You're okay"
It's not.
I think a lot.
It's my only way out of this nightmare
Of thinking I'm not good enough.
When in honesty it doesn't matter.
It's just a thought.
I like to think that I love you
But if I ever said the words out loud
You wouldn't believe me.
We used to talk about anything
Now I only say
I'm sorry.
pin Sep 2015
She goes to therapy everyday with the angels
Tapping her shotgun to the beat of songs that sound like her situation
Tap water solids make her special needs
Wouldve been a worry awhile ago
Nows just a pleasantry that he's as dumb as me
Now
Lexy Sep 2015
Foreign flecks float past pupils.
Disappeared plodding pastimes
lost to careless childhood.

Venetian blinds slanting goodbye.
Concrete clings to temples,
eyelids vacuumed shut--

Tired.
Tire treadmarks track testaments
to this languid laziness.  
Spitting passion flakes into melted butter
hardened in the fridge

Let me melt.
Sink simply.

Poressely placing precedence,
burdened backs break
under pressure of
heavy nothingness.

Apathetic apples plucked
just out of reach.

Follow those foreign flecks floating
in your peripheral.

Daunting, Doting,
Don’t

Give up.
Look up.
Wren Djinn Rain Sep 2015
I don't think I've ever been so far out of step in time
To return to the words pointing me further on the path
I burn the last drop of residual hate and manipulation
techniques while I'm walking, no stopping if I want
it gone.

But it doesn't take.

So I'm back at the point I was at before I decided
not to let my destiny disperse into happenstance.
I swear deja vu is just mindfulness of reality in
any moment it's happening. No, I've not been here.
I synchronize myself. No, I've not been here
but I remember this disturbing smell.
Oh ****, I messed up again.

Flip this tape.
brandon nagley Sep 2015
i.

Debased, feeling unworthy, I was a shackled, debackled
Seeking, looking, yearning, in all the wrong place's;
Seeing a billion face's, none I couldst connecteth to
I sought a spirit, an unknown so true, one to maketh me alive

ii.

Betwixt the contour of blood and gore, that this place hath spilt
Lava poured downward, no smelling perfume's, devil endorsed;
I bit mine lip's from the pinch of the blaze, demon's eye's glazed
None water, none rain, as tis this dungeon was a devlish porch

iii.

In shock, mine pupil's rolled to the back of mine bone
I felteth left behind, none amour', none more safety abode;
BLASTTTTTTTTTTT, cameth a flicker, a Cosmos shaking
The earth quaking, beneath mine toe's, mine being felteth whole

iv.

I cleped out this stardust cloaked Reyna's name, O' goddess
Whence thou cometh, thee is it, I've known from past living's;
I grabbed tightly, to her Filipino strand garb, as I felt the falling rain stain's cometh down her cheek's, Hi Brandon, I'm Mrs nagley

v.

Kilig hadst grabbed mine inside's, as for with her I took a ride
We spaceshipped to the milky way, I met archangel's of divine;
Here was none time, just ion's of delighting peace, west and east
I bowed mine cranium, as I kneweth she was mine wife, O' life.

O' angelic saving wife.........



©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley/Filipino rose/ saved mine life dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
tamia Sep 2015
I used to see the world in black and white,
A heart so tender, foolish fright,
My thoughts locked me in, I was afraid to dance,
Until you came, wild dreams and all.

You strut through sidewalks full of pretense and ambition,
Ink stained hands, wondrous eyes, smoke in the night,
I'll never forget your glimmering mind, devilish flare,
A prince who lost himself in city lights.

The pages of who you are were torn and faded,
I saw you pale in the dark, tears flowing from self-hatred,
Then the next second, arrogant and charming, you ran along,
Far from the way I tried to mend you.

I came too close to your flames,
You crept into my side at midnight then disappeared before dawn,
You drowned me with you then fought to bring us back to the surface
And tore me into pieces just as you did to yourself.

But through you, I've learned to see,
I'm illuminated with your visions, I sing your delirious songs,
Your colors poured into the scars on my skin,
But I've also learned how it feels to be alone at night.

I hate to admit I need you, I don't want you to leave anymore.
I circle back, dying to understand who you are,
You're alive in my eyes, the most beautiful but deadly of stars,
Yet the longer I gaze at you, I am blinded by the light.
"Don't let the sky turn without me
Don't let the moon shine without me
Don't let the earth spin without me
Don't go without me." - Rumi

(I kind of thought about how it would be to be in love with those reckless, broken, beautiful people (aka Lucien Carr lol) i tried i really did hahaha !
Amelia Pearl Sep 2015
10 years of friendship.
4 were drowned and forgotten.
Found our way back
To shore in 2014.

Without much introduction,
We clicked and fit eachother like two pieces in a puzzle.
We both went through laughter and tears together.
Sad to know that these are the last tears that I will share with you.

You've always thought I was an idiot,
You weren't any different either.
But we contradict so much and it was never an issue for us.

Playful punches on my stomach,
I laugh off the pain as if it didn't hurt me as much as I thought.
I've insulted you so many times,
It's amazing you're still here.
But remember that behind every insult,
I always compliment you inside.

How great you are,
How incredible you are,
How strong you are,
How beautiful you are too.
I never agreed when you say you are ugly,
eventhough I said I agree, I don't.
You're beautiful, You've always been beautiful.

I find joy in making you smile,
I do it as much as I can because I'll never know when's the last time I'll live another day to see your stupid face.

I'm sorry that I have to leave like this,
It was never in my plan to just go.
You can be mad at me all you want,
No one can disturb you behind these white walls.

You can hit me all you want too,
I promise I won't feel the pain.
You can curse at me as much as your heart desires.
I'm deeply sorry for this.

I can't be there on your birthday and tell you how much work I've put in decorating Your birthday place.
Or how much my present for you costs.
I can't be there to complain of how late you are to our meetups.
Or tell you how stupid you look in that dress.

I can't be there on your wedding day to watch you walk down the aisle heading towards that lucky guy you finally found.
He might be shawn.
I can't be there to see that.
I can't be there to cry for you because I'd be so happy.

I can't crack jokes to you anymore or make puns that don't make sense.
I can't see your confused face when you don't understand me.
I can't be there to hear you say that you hate me..

So if you still see me breathing for my life someday,
Before they pull the plug.
I'd like to hear your last "I hate you"
Because I know that you actually mean
"I love you"
For my best friend. I'm dying. But i hope it'll never happen.
Becky Littmann Aug 2015
(written in 2000)
I'm sorry that I wrote that
I'm sorry that we can't be friends
I'm sorry for whatever I did wrong
I'm sorry that you hate me

I'm sorry for whatever went wrong
I'm sorry we didn't get along
I'm sorry for the things I've said
I'm sorry that you hate me

I'm sorry how things ended up
I'm sorry the **** hit the fan
I'm sorry for how I acted
I'm sorry that you hate me

I'm sorry we were ever friends
I'm sorry that we ever got along
I'm sorry for how you've acted
I'm sorry that you hate me

I'm sorry I ever trusted you
I'm sorry we became friends
I'm sorry that I ever met you
I'm sorry that YOU hate me

(Added on 2015)

I'm sorry I never ended up hating you
I'm sorry that my apology wasn't good enough
I'm sorry that I apologized for your actions
I'm sorry we still haven't spoke since

I'm sorry you couldn't let things go
I'm sorry for how bitter you've become
I'm sorry for the ugly person you grew up to be
I'm sorry...BUT I guess you'll just FOREVER hate ME.
This was written back when   I was in  high school  in like 2000 sometime &  I had posted it on a webpage I had ,before myspace & facebook , where some cyber bulling had been going on against me from an exfriend. Well I wasn't going to take her ****  so  I had said some nasty things in return to her. Well being the bigger person I realized I was still in the wrong for doing that so  since I am good with words I wrote this  poem to apologize & posted it. The person still didn't give a **** & hated me anyways. So that was my attempt to fix what I had done , I never did or do hate her but to this  day she hasn't spoken to me since. Whatever her loss.
JSWiz Aug 2015
Do you still listen
when I talk to you?
The joy on your face
has completely gone
Have you lost all hope?

Do you wonder
about my days?
I await for
you to come back

to normal
I'm losing
self control

why not?
maybe?

NO!
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