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Hard enough to let you go
To quiet your whisper in my head
To drown out the echo of what was
but wasn't said

Hard enough to sleep each night
To dream about your kiss
Of angels dressed in red
Of spines and twisted sheets

Hard enough to wake alone
To slow my every breath
Racing heart and skipped heartbeats
Yearning throbs
And wet

Tears upon my cheeks
As I ache for ever rest

Hard enough to smile through pain
And give the world my best

And yet not as hard as what's to come
To think of you
Less and less
To slowly forget the sound of your voice
The taste of your tongue
And less
The way you kissed and stopped this life
For a moment
And less
Under covers laying against your chest
That smile that I swore was just for me
And less
Wind and snow and bluelit dawns
Puppets
And less
The love of you
The love of me
The us that never was
except within those moments
Of stars and fog and sun
Of laughs and chips
And cake batter lips
Less and less
Losing memories

Hard enough to remember
Hard more to let memory die peacefully.....

MV
Myriah Jul 2015
Do not worry, little heart. They are only
Feelings. So care a little  less,
The ride will be much more than what
It seem
I do not know why
I keep going
I should just jump off a bridge..
It would probably hurt less
George Krokos Apr 2015
The more that people indulge in earthly pleasures
the less they will partake of heavenly treasures.
___________
From "Simple Observations" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Cierra Spina Mar 2015
Misfit
Misprint
I was made completely wrong
I don’t fit the standards
Size or personality wise
I’m wider than average
And less than funny
My personality is strange
My chest is larger than typical range
I can be witty at times
But those are as rare as my rhymes
I’m unloved by most
Angry and angsty even at my best
I love sleep quite a lot
Though it never sets my soul at rest
I’m bursting at the seams within
With dreams of things far out of reach
Craving attention
But not accepting what I get
Always wanting more
But I am told I deserve less
Never good enough for society
But never given a reason why

Mislabeled
*just like everything else
Poetic T Mar 2015
The needle you loved,
The needle you cuddled
While we were in dirt upon the floor,
Voices raised in soliciting ways,
Another ten too go in your arm,
"Did you ever think of us"
Did you every see love through
Blurry,
Forgetful,
High,
On the liquid perferting your arm,
We were your blood
We were your lineage
But all you saw was annoyance,
Crying,
Fearful,
Scared
As the next on the revolving door
Smiled, and shoved us away as he left,
Another ten in the arm"
You were quiet, still, no longer
Moaning at are cries for food.
They arrived because of the smell
Because of cries heard through paper walls
Our mother
Loved the liquid
Our mother
Loved less,
All because she need the high more.
We were taken from the decay,
Needles caressing, seeping upon the floor,
And we were in warmth,
Cared for by strangers
More than our blood who loved the needle
More than she could, would ever care for us.
Not all mothers are caring
Sydney Ann Mar 2015
I chose
the road
less traveled

and you probably
don't know
what to do

forgive me
it is such
a wonderful
place to be
Xavier Mar 2015
I don't think about you anymore, but I don't think about you any less.
We all have that person.
Finally,
Escaped,
Eternally,
Free,
But always,
Afraid,
Of remembering,
Me.

Hopelessly,
Lost,
But that's,
Okay,
I don't care,
The cost,
As long as I get,
Away.

Deadly,
Hands,
I don't need,
Anymore,
Messed up,
Plans,
I've settled my,
Scores.

I'm better now,
Yes,
I've moved on,
At last,
I wouldn't have,
Guessed,
How easily,
So fast.

My breaths are getting,
Stronger now,
My ramblings becoming,
Less jumbled,
My weary legs, however,
Will not allow,
Me to keep running once,
They've crumbled.

The weak points are slowly,
Losing their will,
Over time, I hope,
They'll fade,
I never expected,
That I would still,
Have avoided,
Touching the blade.

Stop

Breathe

Look up

And see

Safety.
Life and Death Jan 2015
As fate knocks on my door,
I just imagine why it was for,
Another reason I was told,
Just so that I can be sold.
He would sell me like scrape,
Even when he new I wasn't crap,
He said to me that I was worthless,
I believed in him more or less.
I couldn't hear what he said,
It went something along the lines of the dead,
When yet I could see a sound,
I could just hear a faint pound.
He was hear and it was true,
That I was all but his druid.
Eh, I was kinda bored
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