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Umi Sep 2018
A life without changes, would be painless,
Carefree one would obtain eternal happiness but also boredom,
The bittersweetness of the changes in our lives, heartfelt emotions,
Pain, regret, sadness are what push us forward, make us who we are,
The change for the better or worse is for us to decide and take,
A world without change, would simply be stuck in the past while the future seems to be out of reach, too far away to ever grasp it,
A heart who doesn't change, is ignorant and cannot see truly anything without shaking in fear of the unknown, a fear to evolve,
So from now on I will not dwell in the past crying for the phantoms long gone, who have taken their chance and vanished into a better future with memories they made which can be held dear, close.
Let go of what chains you into the misery you felt when you lost it.
All suffering comes from being too attached to one thing.
So my old friend, the name you gave me, the warmth you gave me,
The smile you showed me, the emotions you invoke in me,
I will remember them well and hold them dear,
But you will not return, so I must let you go,
And the name you gave me

~ U̶m̶i̶
Murasame
From now on I shall be named, Murasame...
though I do not know if I will adapt the change to my hello poetry page, to change all the poems I signed would take a long time after all
Rose Aug 2018
Just look at me like,
i’m real and right,
like i’m full and wise.
Hold me like i know.
Feel me as i am.
Let me love you,
like i can.
i wish this could be understood more than it is
Colm Aug 2018
These people
Their dreams
Their metaphors
Their ideas
Their ideals
All of them
  They
  Theirs
  These
All of those
   Of which are there
All of them
   To those who be
Are all for them
But not for me
Not for me
My dreams will never be for them, or of concern to them. No matter how happy and content they may seem, with me. It's not my concern. It really isn't.
Diane K Pak Aug 2018
They said that nightmares are not real.
But, what If I say that wasn’t the actual truth of this unseen ideal.
If I wrote to you stating mine was the act of reliving of the unspoken, but be still.
Words from my lips is now unsealed of this sense of surreal.

Dreaming once, twice, but three times of my soul bursting into flames.
Yet, I soon to be known this was the curse of dealing with these games.

Dreaming once, twice, but three times of the fear of uncontentment from past days.
Where I thought that the happiest moments were not a part of presence where I could just stayed awake and wouldn’t have to feel this way.

Dreaming once, twice, but three times of discouragement from my families and burdens, yet it felt like it’ll never been okay even if I say it my time to own it my way and take care of my heart always.

Dreaming that felt like once, twice, but three times have feel like my days are over...But, as soon that I am awake. It’s more if I’m okay now?
When I take my bow on that stage of fears, I can now say it life with tears or life with too little cares.

As I wish on those stars, I wish and I wish for the stories that can’t seems to be near or even close to hear because without it here it nothing but mere of a dream that can’t face the where.
Isaac Aug 2018
Fixating on tomorrow’s duty
steals you away from today’s beauty.
Written 21 August 2018

Matthew 6:34
Arsène Aug 2018
Drowned in pills
Her morbid gaze and soulless eyes would send me chills
A relationship empty but a foundation of thrills

Her beauty piercing as to be posey
I just delighted she chose me
Her slightest whim I’d mosey
Or she'd batter, bruise, and expose me

Why me I wondered at times
As her white powders sniffed in reverent lines
Too petrified to ask
Her actions ignominiously grasped

So I left
My feelings undealt
as I wept
With all of my friends gleaming
But I didn't know what to believe in
Value your self!
Gale L Mccoy Aug 2018
at times i must be
unfiltered, undiluted, pure me
for if i let myself
restrict, edit, reform
one time too many
this death grip will never ease
for all the fear i hold
of letting the wrong thing go
is why i must let it flow
Zelda Aug 2018
You can leave if you really want to
I'm not going to try to stop you
And I won't tell you I love you
You should know by now
Know me by now

You can leave if you really need to
I won't beg you to stay
And I won't tell you I miss you
You should know by now
Know me by now

You can leave if you really have to
I'm not going to cry
Because you aren't in my life anymore
You could've kept me
But you, you never wanted me
Never saw me

So you can leave if you really
need to;
want to;
have to
Karisa Brown Aug 2018
Sunlight or sacrifice
Why must I choose
This swollen ring
Stuck around
My *******
Has grown too deep

I try and pry it off
Everyday
To make amends
With the wicked
Let not the sun go
Let it grow between
Our toes in the sand

Feel the salt lick your skin
And become attune
With the natural energy
Instead
Sarah Spencer Aug 2018
Fury
blurry
can't see a thing.
Heated
defeated
a deadly ring.
Crying
lying
the rage must come out.
Broken
unspoken
we should not whisper about.
Maybe tomorrow we can talk,
but not today.
right now I must take a walk
down to the depths where the demons play.
I wrote this poem in my own anger and it helped me alot. I hope this can in some way help you too.
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