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kailasha Feb 2017
the regions that mother nature spares,
the places saved from raging oceans, and trembling grounds,
from erupting fires and disease and drought,

those are for you to go and ****,
with knives and words,
guns, bombs and
those are the regions for humanity to destroy.
is violence human nature?
Gabriel burnS Jan 2017
There is no savior
for all;
there's even no
individual salvation

You know the cost
of a call,
but that of
conversation?

You can hear,
that I know,
but can you listen?
And when you talk
is it the things
you say
or is it in the way...
What is absent,
is it missing?
Kelly Hogan Jan 2017
Where has your passion gone?
Is it buried down deep?
Are you only letting it out
In the safety of your sleep?

I'm tired love,
Of being your energy.
Find something that fuels you
Since I fear it's not me.

I wish I could ignite the flame
That you've let die
But I'm holding wet matches
That refuse to dry.

Please dear,
Just try...
SZ Nov 2016
Is there a word for the guilt you get
when someone is being so genuinely nice to you
and it doesn't make you feel anything
when you know that it should?
This is why I don't like being around people anymore.
Ever since you left,
I've been constantly trying to figure out
if I actually still care about anyone
or if I just tell myself I do because I want to believe it.
The way that I am now is similar
to how you have been since before I even met you.
So I just want to know,
who was it that you loved?
Allen Faust Oct 2016
Ticking away the time in an effort most surreal,
he holds his heart within his hands waiting for it to feel.
There he sits awaiting as time runs all but out,
his heart now broken not from pain but lack of love throughout.
Comments and otherwise appreciated!
Diána Bósa Sep 2016
You missed the point by
the blind point of view at the
point of no return.
Alienpoet Aug 2016
My dog eared heart
Is a stray paper heart that is worn at the corners
I liked to worn you that it's been used and abused
In many different ways.
Like a monetary paper note it retains its value
But it looks ***** in its present form
It's a reflection of my being
Valued the same but used and carried in many peoples pockets
Sometimes spent, sometimes used for a higher purpose
Never worthless but paper thin and fragile
I'd cash in but I am not that shallow
I want someone to take it and invest in me
To take time to gain my interest
and spend my dividends.
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