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Amanda Feb 27
"Is this how you want to spend the rest of your life?
With nothing to live for except the anticipation of your next high?"

Of course you say no, that you want much more than that
Yet you keep destroying yourself in the same place you've been at

I love you so much but I can't witness up close anymore
It hurts to observe from a distance, but a front-row seat hurts even more
An excerpt from a letter I wrote to HIM.. everyone knows who that guy is. I did change a few parts to make it rhyme but the identical message is conveyed.
Eden Quinn Feb 25
I have been feeling nothing for quite a while now.
My life feels hollow,
more like
it should be called existence
instead of life.

I thought about suicide
in elementary school
and the thought
has not left me
since then.

I remember
while hoping that
my screams were louder
than my thoughts.

I never mentioned it again
after this outburst
but I have been
so lonely.

I am afraid of sharing
what I am going through
because I am scared
of people thinking
that my puberty is causing this.
Indeed, my hormones might be
going crazy and a little confused
just like me.
they are not
the reason why
**** broke loose
on earth.

I was carrying
heavy chains
and now,
I am letting them go.

I know,
I am just passing them
onto you.
And I am so sorry
for needing to do this.
But I never lived,
I only suffered
while trying to carry these chains
a little longer,
just a little longer.

putting the @_hikikomorichan_ after this feels wrong because I don´t want to believe that I wrote this. But I did.
Peter Balkus Feb 24
Tell me, tell me please,
how many teas you've drunk today,
how many tears.

Tell me, tell me please,
did you sleep on the floor again,
I see.

Tell me, how many days
you've spent staring at the window,
dreaming of her.

Tell me, tell me please,
how long you'll be running away from Love
being a mess.

But you know well
one day she'll find you
and she will look into your eyes
and unblind you.
Nicole Feb 18
I like how you answer
those ******, useless questions
they ask. Did i ever mention
how beautiful you are?
I said, thank you, let me
write you a poem.

if i was a poet, i'd write you a letter
confessing the woeful thoughts that
crossed my mind whenever you'd speak your mind.
you've always been attractive, and i have always been
attracted to you. but the universe makes it clear,
we can't trust each other.
Amy's  a think tank
a big subject in
a troubled world
while her mom was ludicrous
she made her time in Zachary
near sublime here as her picture
in flat and heal in step with courtyard grande
a very nice place to stay and shop outside LA
the weather is nice and the beachs not far away
Katie Feb 14
To Claire:

How often I wonder what path my existence would have taken me down if we had never met. I might be a heartbroken vagrant, no purpose or meaning in life, forever mourning the loss of my first love - you know him well. Maybe I would end up a trophy girlfriend, draped around the neck of my sixth-grade crush like a Mardi Gras necklace. Or perhaps I would give up on love altogether, spend the rest of my days drowning my sorrows in literature and the empty promises of technology.

Fate can be cruel with hands dealt, but she obviously did something right when she shuffled our decks together, intertwined our lives like the strands of a first-grade friendship bracelet - certainly not perfect, but overflowing with sincerity.

And that brings me to you: my moonlight, my poetry, my everything. Words are never enough to describe you, and as such, emotions and sensations take their place. One day I fear that these, too, may fail to fully capture that which is you. But until that day comes, I shall continue to praise you in the only way I know how - through my heart. Every poem - nay, every word that falls from my lips - holds a piece of it. To you alone I trust these sentiments.

Whether you feel the same or not is your business. Emotions have never come as easily as poetry has, and I'll leave them to someone who understands them better. So I'll leave you as you are, nothing more or less - perfect.

- Katie
Lizley Feb 13


are little stars
As they watch over as you walk at night;
Guide each step you make
and smile when you take a glimpse of the skies
Lucky are pouring tears
As they caress your cheeks and feel your warmth;
They're your sunshine, fire and storm—
The fragments you keep inside your beating heart
Lucky are silly jokes
As they make you blush and laugh out loud;
Making your eyes smile—
For a second at least, you're free from this world
Lucky are love songs
As they touch your lips whenever you sing;
They are the words you want
to say and to feel, to you they mean a thing

     To be the skies;
     To be inside your heart;
     To be a huge part of your world;
     To mean a thing;

Oh lucky are these lines
as they breathe out that, which I keep inside of me—
A letter, a scream, a poem;
How I wish for nothing great but just To be

truly yours,

© Lizley (Maria Flordeliz Yamog)
A letter for my Valentine.
Karen M Feb 13
They were laid in the road and ****** to death.
Seemingly innocent sins of yesterday yanked
Them from the pedestal stacked high
With promise. Stolen glances stuck
To eyes so warm, so soft, so quick
To deny. Quick to forgive his fault
Of the heart for carving Scarlet
Letters into the skin of young girls.
kacey Feb 13
will call me annoying because of the way my heart works.
As if loving quickly and fearlessly deserves adjectives such as "embarrassing" or "unrealistic".
Although wearing my heart on my sleeve is dangerous, I'm living my life without regrets.
I love everyone I have ever loved before.
My heart is big and full and confusing but she's a lover.
She isn't gentle but she's ambitious.
She isn't forgetful but she's forgiving.
She makes mistakes but she doesn't regret a thing.
A short love  letter to myself. One of many steps i am taking in order to love myself just as much as i love the people around me.
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