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Cassandra Allen Nov 2015
I didn't write enough, I think that's good, yet awful.
Katherine Laslie Nov 2015
I don't know
If I could ever
Make you understand
But I can paint a picture clearly

My parents
The doctors
All made a desperate attempt
To save my right eye

Only 6 years old
And I was already
Doomed to go blind

I was not dyslexic
But I wrote backwards
I could see
Out of my eye
But I had to accept at a young age
That I would never see
Perfectly

Later on
I realized
I will never accept
Going blind
In my right eye

My sight fades
As my vision deteriorates
With each passing day
Sometimes
I can't feel my eye

I have to hold out an arm
As to avoid running into things
It's so embarrassing

When I was Young
Kids made fun of me
Because I wore an eyepatch
It was like a bandaid
At night
My mom would tear it off
And I would cry myself to sleep
In pain
Because my skin came off with it
And my nerves were on fire

The doctors said
I'm too old now
I will never see out of that eye
Ever again
I couldn't help
But fight the tears
This diagnose felt terminal
After all the hard years

I still can not accept
That I will never see again
Going through life
With a blind side
I was never meant to fit in
This poem is more for myself than anything, I guess. I doubt anyone would read the whole thing.. but I don't really care. It took a lot of courage to write this, believe it or not. Haha :) and for those who might wonder, I have an underdeveloped muscle, and my brain ignores anything that eye takes in. Because it knows which image is the right one... that's what I was told, at least...
freeing the mind Aug 2015
Nobody is born with the entitlement to happiness,
Each day we build & grow and develop,
We make decisions & aim for them to bring us in the right direction,
The little things we allow to bring us down,
Only stand in the way of what we thrive for,
You must take chances& roads and lanes
Just to find your path in life,
Each day bringing yourself one way or another,
Take the happiness bit by bit and make yourself into the person you deserve ,
Share it with others and influence theirs too
Happiness is the little things they see in you and each and everything which you may do.
Shyne AM Aug 2015
I wish I had a father
Maybe that would have made me a better lover
Don’t they say that children from broken families
These children are the ones with the tragedies

I wish I knew what it feels like
to be daddy’s little girl
To be protected
in a shell just like a beautiful white pearl

I have so many questions
I also have a confession

Out of all the things in the world
One can pick from
I wish he had picked me  
I wish he could tell me stories about my skinned knees

I don’t know how to ride a bicycle
Isn’t that one of the first things you learn in a life cycle?
He didn’t help me get off the training wheels

I cant let people love me
I don’t know much
but I do know
How messed up that sounds to be
Outcast Dreamer Jul 2015
"* And the devil in Aphrodite's Mind,
Gave birth to a masterpiece,
A *Woman

To lust...
A man's mind**"
aerial adams Jul 2015
This may be the end, yet my mission is incomplete.
Jodey Ross Jun 2015
Going through this world, we feel like we don't belong, like we aren't supposed to be in this story, like you don't fit in. That's when you have to stop and think. You do belong here. You are a puzzle piece in this profundicate world. You may not fit in where you are but that just means you need to shift around until you do. I want you to think. If you look at a picture that has a white space, is it as beautiful as it could be? No. It's not. What I'm trying to say in the plethora of words is, a puzzle is not complete if it is missing a puzzle piece. This world needs you. Remember that.
You are worth it. Even if I don't know you and you're reading this I want you to know that YOU ARE WORTH THE WORLD!
Inked Papers Jun 2015
Her
She's a song
with terrible rhythm
and broken melodies.
unsung and unspoken

She's a story
with terrible memories
and broken dreams.
untold and unheard

Like she is in life
*"She is a poem still writing herself."
The last line was from @jacobescape, one that I've seen on Twitter. I do not own that line. That line inspired the whole poem
Shrivastva MK Jun 2015
KYON** ** gya mujhe ek ajanabi se pyar,
Na jante hua bhi KYON hain ye dil usi ke liye beqarar,
Karke bechain mujhe KYON hain mujhe har waqt usi ka intezar,
Main nahi janta ki kaun hain wo,
jo mujhe apne pyaar ka mujarim bna liya,
Banake DEEWANA mujhe,
mere kore sa dil pe apna naam likh diya,
KYON aata hain mere sapno me uska dhundhlata chehra,
Lagne laga ab har khawab sach mujhe,
Kaha chale gye wo laga ke mere dil pe apne yaadon ka pahera,
Har waqt muskura'h raha hoon jabse mujhe pyar hua hain,
Kho gya hoon main usi ke yaadon me jabse use dil diya hain,
KYON wo mere **** ka jaan ban *** hain,
Karke pareshan mujhe meri jahan ban *** hain,
KYON ye palakein nahi jhapakti jab use dekhti hain ,
Uske bina ye puri duniya suni lagti hain,
KYON mangne lagta hoon use apne rab se,
Dekha hain use aur pyar hua hain jab se.....
First sight love
Love just like a unique desease, and its no any solution frds.
Ishita Jun 2015
"The sky and the earth can never meet",quoth he
"But their love can create a miracle,isn't it?",said I.
He smiles and chuckles and asks me if I'm sure.
Yes,honey.The miracle's called a horizon
We too are like two parallel lines
Distance separates us.
But in our hearts,
Our love keeps us together like the horizon.
Just A Deep Thought.I wonder how I come up with all these romantic stuff.
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