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James Dec 2019
Call upon the empty tomb.
Ask for death by name.
Poison, cyanide, hanging by harsh coiled rope.

The generosity of life itself may now escape you,
This I can promise is true, however should you beg to carry on
I warn you.

Death, for all its rewards, will give nothing.
You may reap the joys of your losses,
Loss of pain, of hurt, of stress, of ridicule.

But there will be a great loss
Of soft touches, of warm regards, of praise, of breath.
Surely cruel words are bruising and brute force is will breaking,
But there are summer rainstorms that long to wash away your tears.
another poem found in my AP Stats notes
Emma Nov 2019
your love were just destructive.
it's broke me fully in the parts.
it was a crash, it was a smash,
it's hurts, destroyed me.
it's grinded me in ash.
i was rebuild myself for new one.
thank you was broke me
Emma Nov 2019
nobody bring you nothing
upon the golden plate
if you want love
you have to try this
you have to search
if you just sitting idly by.
you'll stay alone forever
everything in your arms, build.
Emma Nov 2019
the lesson I was learn.
you can't make someone love you. if some don't let you in.
give in, don't try too long.
you waste your time.
just left him.
no need to try in vain. love yourself.
onlylovepoetry Aug 2019
all I've ever learned from love

is

in the trying is the finding out
of the
all about,
losing battles to find yourself,
a war-won victor and a long term loser,
making the process new, expensive
the event expertise training
acquired to shoot your foot straight,
laugh about it when you do it again
and again

for the relearning is the crown jew-el,
that jesters rob from their kingly masters,
pride in love is the fall season preceding
Canadian winters, always thinking
you know better, be better at keeping warm,
this time which is the next time

you cannot learn from love,
cause it’s twice, two times,
never the same,
past lessons ain’t no prologue,
the body is maybe in the wafers,
sometimes vanilla,
sometimes chocolate


and the epilogue is
100% of the
poem~songs that I love writing
and hate remembering
is

the trying is the finding out of the unique
all about,
losing battles to find yourself a
war-won victor and a long term loser,
making the process new, requiring expensive
for the event custom made expertise trainers,
re-acquired to shoot your foot straight
and laugh about it when you do it
again and again

for the relearning love is the crown jew-el,
that jesters rob from their kingly masters,
nothing more precious
pride in love is the fall season preceding
Canadian winters,
always thinking you know better
this time

you cannot learn from love,
cause it’s twice, two times,
never the same,
the all over modifying
past lessons, so, ain’t no prologue,
the body is the wafers
sometimes vanilla,
sometimes chocolate

and the epilogue is 100%
poem~songs that I love writing
and hate remembering
or is it the other way round?
the soul never dies
solfang Jun 2019
my worst heartbreak
is when I learned
to love someone
who isn't myself
self-love is important!
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