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I Have Lost My Poetry

Stained with remnants
of an unforgiving past,
my heart tends to sulk
But then I blink
my two lifeless eyes
and forget where I'd been
before.

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My recent poems always seem unfinished but this is how it goes...

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2017
Mozalios Dec 2016
The empty spaces of my heart
Know only pains
Constraints
Jack Mandala Nov 2016
All my life I have waited for the one companion to make my life complete
My other half, yearning to be complemented

But time has proven I need a new way to fill the gap
A way not as pretty and pure

Constant affairs in rotation like a clock
As if every one is the same song with a different melody

Rather than fill my heart with the compassion it needs
I have rendered it useless
Maybe some day things will change
AndIFell Oct 2016
Tantanan mo ko
Hindi ako nagbabanta upang takutin ka
Hindi nga ako nagbabanta e

Tigilan mo ko
Kasi sa bawat tawag mo
Nanlulumo ako
Sa bawat hiling mo
Sa mga bagay na wala naman ako
Mas nararamdaman ko
Na may kulang
Na may mga bagay na wala talaga sa akin kahit anong hanap ko

Alam kong trabaho mo yan
Pero please
Matuto ka namang makinig
Kasi sinubukan naman kitang pakinggan
Wala lang talaga akong maisagot
Nagbayad na nga. Nagbayad na . Nagbayad na.
The Calm Oct 2016
400 years America ,
For 400 years America, we've been playing this game of cat and mouse, and for 400 years America, you refuse to give us the keys to the house.
For 400 years America , we've been asking to be free, and for 400 years America , you sat there and you promised me, all the freedom I could ask for , for just a small fee
For 400 years America , we've been paying that small fee in sweat, and a concenratred mixture of tears and blood
For over  400 years America , we've had to watch our people bleed , for over 400 years America , you've literally scorched and scathered and destroyed our seed.
For over 400 years America our sons, daughters, fathers , mothers have bled and for over 400 years tear after tear was shed
The flags that represent you, make you free . But the same flags that represent you, don't represent me. The flags that say "all men are created equal" considered me an animal and there seemed to never be a sequel.
400 years later and still "no refuge can save, the hireling and slave from the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave" I am not blind, don't need a stick or a stave, I am not foolish, I see the road that you page
AfterImage Sep 2016
I am a person of almost and kind of.
I am a shadow of what I was
Hidden in the darkness of a past
Cast down by the light of the future.
This present of in-betweens
The liminal space in which I exist.
The here and there on the journey ahead.
I am the line between the points
The mystery before the solution
I am the median, the average, the midway
I am incomplete.
Pieces of a whole
unable to form the big picture.
This limbo of emotions
The neutral of positive and negative
Inactive, inert, insufficient.
This heart filled with grey
Longing to see through rose colored lenses
Paint my world with emotion.
Trade the silence for music.
To fit in the missing pieces.
But almost doesn’t offer solutions
And kind of doesn’t capture the horizon.
AD Snail Sep 2016
Counting off regret’s,
And crossing off dreams,
As I sit and rot away in this prison of the past.

Just a spec of light shines in through the bars,
As I keep myself hidden in the darkest corner of my cage.

A smile appears once and a while,
On my dull express less face,
And some day’s I’m too tired to try.

As I have isolated myself once again,
I feel incomplete but I will always feel this way,
Because even when I surround myself with good and bad people, I always still feel incomplete.

So I sit in my empty, hollow cell,
And wait for the day when I feel somewhat complete.
Reading all my poems on PoetFreak and finding the one's a kind of liked the best and the one's others liked a lot, so I shall never forget them.
ylruceiram Sep 2016
We are all the same buildings
But with different foundations
Variety of colorful and bleak paints
And the mismatched furnitures inside us
That make us look -complete otherwise
Humans are just complex creatures.
Close the door,
Firmly shut,
Hear it click,
Locked away.

Pretend I'm not here,
I'm nowhere,
For I'm not where
I want to be
So
I may as well be nowhere.

I can hear them outside,
Talking,
Laughing,
Love,
Happiness, it's never been so
Heartbreaking.

My heart is filled with joy for them
Yet yearns for the joy I'm missing.
Disappointment consumes me for my eyes
Are not supposed to be green.
Never have I felt so happy for someone
And sorry for myself.
When you're happy for others but feel sorry for yourself, even though you've no reason to because you're truly blessed you just tend to forget! Or choose to focus on the negative.
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