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Paige Error Nov 2018
Hello old friend
How I missed you in my absence
In the darkest time you were always there your matalic smile glinting in the dim light
I missed the slick way you dance across my skin
Gracefully gliding leaving a ribbon of beautiful crimson across your pale stage
I know your destructive nature but how I love to dance with death
Sinking into the void only to awake the next day with a little less will and a lifetime of pain
How I yearn to be held in his strong arms and dance slowly into oblivion because who would miss the girl with the pale blue eyes. Ask, dear friend and find no one ever cared to look past her glasses. If I never woke up again not a soul would miss me they would simply miss the smile I masked my pain with. They would miss my bubbly personality that has been adopted after years of acting like everything was fine. Plus if I die my writing will be here forever an eternal piece of my soul representing the realest part of me
My pain
So old friend the question stands
Shall we rekindle our fire? Or should I sleep and just feel a different kind of pain?
With all respect if I die please don’t join me
Apporva Arya Nov 2018
Am an artist,
Bounded to feel,
Less to speak..
Void to live,
love to seek..
Crown to win,
Legacy to build,
Fight till death,
Till pay all debt..

Abused and harassed,
Faced grey's and dark..
Facing the waves,
Living in mind caves.

Swearing at night,
Dreaming exotic life.
Freezes my smile,
When lonely breeze blow high..

So listen to me,
While i scream.
This feel is real,
The scattered is healed..
This time wont stop,
When climbing to the top.
Just told my half story,
Still
To earn pride and glory..
Poetry is giving me wings to express the unsaid,the untold stories of my life. This time i will be speaking myself .Expressing my way of life.
Empiricprotagon Nov 2018
have you left your legacy?
on the land with glimmering hopes
have you ever breathing normally
knowing that you can't even left your footprints on wet sands?

there are two ladies running on the field
cheering each other for many reasons
they had their roughest days

they lived once in the kingdom full of kings and queens
all of them had their own crowns
but most of them had stolen

aimlessly wandering
looking for nothing
that heart was empty
but there's no room to fill

"do you know where the hope is?"
said these ladies to the dark blue ceiling
but nobody's answered them
for two last female northern white rhino who can't leave their legacy anymore, they had lost their hope.
Jimmy Nov 2018
843
8 weeks ago you looked me in eyes
You spoke slow. I could see through your disguise
Your lies, your *******, whatever you intend to call it
I saw the pain, but the anger came and left
Zero serotonin in your synaptic cleft

4 times I tried your cell
No answer, figured you said **** it and bailed
this excuse of a community
I just wanted to share an idea new to me
Per usual

3 times I knocked on your door
Maybe you were in there feeling boorish and down on yourself
But to be honest, I wasn't there to offer help
I was too late

And then it clicked.
Have you ever felt like you were forgetting something?
Or maybe had this thing on the tip of your tongue, an answer to the test that you didn't think of until the bell rung?
It all made sense. I ignored your pain.

And here's the ******* rub
8 weeks ago I saw you. I could've stopped you bleeding out in the tub
At the very least delayed
You were always the one to persuade me to take a righteous path
The antithesis, the person I could have been if not for social math
I needed you. I felt alone before you. You may not have given me company but you gave be hope that I could cope with the solidarity that comes with being on the far end of polarity,

I knew you. You knew me. Every now and then I start dialing your number
8-4-3....
But you ain't accepting calls no more
The pain you must of been in
The pain that I let you sit in.
*******, you scared to death to fit in,
But I knew.
I pushed it back because I didn't want to deal with the fact the world isn't mine
As I sit here and whine, I could've done more. I could've done something
**** I need to tell you about this epiphany, let me call you up
8-4-3...
You don't know what you meant to me
But I don't know what to do with your legacy
Michael Oct 2018
My impact is small,
Difficult to see.
My efforts are enormous,
On show for all but me.
If only my impact came close to my effort,
If only, if only.
Maybe then it would be worth it.
My mark on this world is tiny,
My own expectations it did not meet.
The energy I put in is endless,
So vast it makes me weep.
When will my hard work pay off,
Will it be after I’m gone?
If that’s the case then I don’t want that.
I want to be noticed now,
Not remembered after.
My impact on this world is small, the effort I put into life is not.
Irina BBota Oct 2018
Under the night's breath, I watched the butterflies on the wall,
remembering in silence my long-gone years of youth
when my wings were fully-coloured as the rainbow in fall,
and the world still believed in honest love and the truth.

Thousands of butterflies, they knew how to keep a secret
counting moments, not years, giving us so much emotion,
continuing their dream on St. Valentine's wings, they don't quit
extinguishing my thirsty soul with the waves of the ocean.

Where are you, where is the pure love from yesteryear?
Flying from flower to flower, where did you leave your legacy?
Do you want to settle in my raven hair like a hairpin
or you want me to be the only scenographer of your jealousy?

You're not a butterfly unless you get rid of the moths of the past,
if you do not solve the life's equation with many unknowns.
If you still believe in mute gestures that are growing fast,
let's decorate the night together with the love in our bones.
Michael Sep 2018
We start with nothing,
And we end up with the same.
It’s the events in the middle,
That defines the nature of our game.
For some it’s intense, fiery and short.
For others it’s a careful and considerate walk.
We strive for difference,
Yet we achieve deadly equality.
We try to make our mark,
Just to be remembered.
But in the end we fade,
Like we knew we would from the start.
With nothing left behind,
Not a scrap to be measured.
Is it worth all the effort,
Just to then disappear.
All the pain we experience,
Year upon year.
Should I stop now,o
And just give up here?
Or should I push on,
Despite my desperation and fear?
Just a thought or two on where we all end up and our legacies end up too.
Denise Uy Sep 2018
Come over, I'll show you my world.
My world's designed to grasp self-worth
And to embed its purpose in my aging soul.
It's made to rotate and shift from light to dark,
another chance to redeem and to leave a mark.
A thousand heavens flock into one star
And the star smiles subtly at the dying heart.
Obsidian chains coil around the beating heart
and my world is choked but the star
keeps smiling and my world keeps going.
I give and sustain, it lives and maintains.
I will not die in vain because I am
ready for obsidian chains.
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