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Anne Jul 2018
When I look at him I see the hate in my eyes
The jealous rage that lives in my heart
Is the very thing that now tears me apart
Not I felt miserable
Every time I see him with someone
Later days felt incomplete
Feeling my mixed emotions
Felt my heart beats
''All about me'' journal
Nylee Jun 2018
a half line
incomplete stanza
an unrhymed sentence
well defined trauma

the poet's thought
uncaptured on the paper
many drafts
and crushed papers
around the study

there is a lot
same thoughts
and some sought
no process
little sense
world of words
and many buds

more time needed
to bloom
and here comes
the start of coming doom.
I don't have friends
I'm not social.
But I do have him,
He's my best friend.
And he's the only one I need.
I feel whole when I'm with him,
When he's not with me...
It feels like I've been ripped in half.

A part of me is on a street corner and the other half is dropped into an upside down fishbowl.

Trapped.

While my troubles swim around me.
Forcing me to hold my breath and watch them.
Trying to call for help is inevitable,
No one can hear over the sound of the gurgling water.

The half on the street corner is waiting for a bus that'll never come.
While rain pours with no umbrella.

But together it's better than happiness and I don't feel so...

Incomplete.
Seema Apr 2018
The sweetest smile,
The deepest thought, brings me back to the place where it all started...
It's the feeling of complete to incompletiness,
A depression of gist in the weary way of emptiness..
My hand in yours still clinging to you as it was way then..
Turned away of the love that was once so cheerly mine...
But now gone with a single sigh of smile...


©sim
Midnight Mar 2018
I seem to be having
An existential crisis
I feel as though
I am lost
Not physically --But rather
Emotionally--
I am not whole
Rather, pieces of me
Are missing
Why? Well--because
I gave them all away
To past lovers
Or partners--
Look!
He has a piece
And so does she
And **** so do they
In the corner
All of you
You have pieces of me,
I need them back!!
I'm not me
Without them
Oh--- but there aren't refunds
On souls, or love, or time--
They're gifts
And I gave most of mine
Away
And now---I'm empty
I'm lost, I'm incomplete
Oh god--
I have no
Identity
I want those pieces of me back.
Again and again and once again
I face a blank white paper.
Skye Feb 2018
its been so long.
i wondered if you’ve moved on.
i dreamt of you this morn,
when the sun rose
and my heart closed.

it must’ve been a sign of fate,
that seems to occur as of late.
i see people from my past in my dreams,
they were sarcastic and mean,
which could’ve been foreseen
if i had made peace at seventeen.
its been three years, or was it five, or was it six?

an unfinished piece that i don't think i'd ever complete.
You came closer, to me--
      But still there was distance,
I fall in love with you,
      As sleep to a fatigue *****!
Perhaps the sky don't need the land,
      In the way you were needed to me;
Perhaps the moon-lit-light is not so loving to a dark night sky;
      As you were to me!
Wishing to speak and behold your hand once again,
      But it is a love, which is never to begin.
I seemed to have been collided with your fragrance,
      And forget about all my sadness!
I began to make a 'necklace of poems' for you, that you took as a gift,
       And in a return gift, that age-old pain,
My spellbound heart had received!
       I even forgot the way of coming back,
While having a walk with you...
       And now you left me alone here,
Writing something like my name,in the sands of your love.
       Our incomplete love, will not be completed ever,
       And you become an image,
What I'll remember forever.
               _Sougat Dasgupta.
"Few emotions can't be described in sspeaking, but can be in writing..."
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