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japheth Sep 2018
i hope
that when the time comes,
the pieces of
your heart
that were
taken away
from you:

some you gave away
willingly,

but mostly were stolen
and you realizing it was
gone too late,

come back to you in another form.

another face,
another smile,
another embrace,
another set of hands to
hold again,

i hope it does come back to you

— replace what’s been taken

as if it was never broken in the first place.
Kelly Marie Sep 2018
The art of letting go is not as easy
as unclenching your fists
feeling the weight of burden slipping through your fingertips

The sweet release of not caring
is not something I’m familiar with or know
I carry this feeling inside of me
and for some reason I can’t let it go.
Julian Delia Sep 2018
‘Playing it cool’ – defined as follows:
Lacking visible emotion as a rule,
Trying to avoid looking like a fool.
In other words,
The pretension that your heart is merely an engine,
That it is clear you feel nought beneath your veneer.

Of all the people I meet hereinafter,
I shall ask only the following:
I am no lord or master,
No unduly glorified *******.
Thus, with that in mind,
I hope your true voice is mustered,
And it no longer becomes difficult to find.

Please, if you are around me,
Don’t play it cool –
If you need to, DO act the fool,
Do display your emotions, **** the rule.
Do not taint your soul with undue restraint,
Do not hide behind platitudes vast and wide.

Cry, be bitter, rage if you must!
Never say die,
Be a hard-hitter or become a sage one can trust –
Open up those clogged channels,
Feel it, as your soul unravels!
Cherish it, as an adventurer does his travels!
Only a fool would be slow enough to conceive
That the act of playing it cool is something I believe.
I ******* abhor political correctness in all its forms, including the proliferation of such social norms.
Shipley Sep 2018
It’s not you, it’s me. I know we’ve been going strong for quite sometime now but to be honest, I’ve found myself very unhappy with who I’ve become. I know we’ve gotten immensely comfortable with each other but in comfort, there is no growth. So I need to start taking risk. I need to start coloring outside of the lines because it has the potential to be something magnificent and beautiful. And if it isn’t, that ok too. Because chaos doesn’t always have to lead to madness, for there is truth in chaos, and that is what I want to find; my truth, my voice, my story.

I’ve held myself back because of this fear that I am not good enough, that I don’t have what it takes; that I don’t actually have anything important to say. But there’s something inside of me; something strong and powerful that wants to be heard. So who am I to cage that in? Look, I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t afraid, because to be honest, I’m terrified. But I think I need to live in this fear for a while to really understand what I’m capable of. I need to push myself and expand the dimensions of who I am to be able to see what I can accomplish.

I’ve been so focused on not failing that I stopped trying. I found solace in your presence and made excuses to not writing. But I can’t be that person anymore. I’m sorry Writer’s Block, I need to set myself free.
Olive Sep 2018
It hurts to know that what once was, will never be again.
It hurts to think of how it could still be.
But what was said was said, and cannot be undone.
We said always and forever, but now it is not.
We said nothing could stand between us, and now look at the wall we’ve built.
Too stubborn to admit either was wrong, too proud to accept responsibility of the destruction.
Too painful to think about, too painful to let go.
Now we live on, without each other, always wondering what could have been...
In respect to a lost friendship.
levi eden r Sep 2018
i took out everything that reminded me of you and put it on my bed.
things that were in hiding places so i wouldn't come across it in my everyday life,
i can't risk overthinking about you again.
these are just things yet they hold years and memories inside of them.
they used to look bright and carry light but now looking at them,
they're dull.
looking at them now,
i don't see your face or the year behind it,
they're just Things now,
Objects now.
they feel light in my hands,
no longer weighing me down from new objects that are to come.
ready to let go,
i pack them all in a box,
laying each one carefully on top of each other.
i'm starting to forget the sound of your voice but i'll never forget how it made me feel.
i sealed that box up tight,
hugged it once last time,
and put it on the curb on this bright thursday morning.
i'm letting go.
inspired by the song "objects in space by la dispute"
Paulina Aug 2018
As the sun sets beyond
The stars begin to bloom in the night sky
The final emotions of sadness begin to die
It would be a lie to say
That the memory of you fades
It will always remain
In the crevices of my heart
But I am not Moses
I cannot make the seas part
To show you the love I have for you
And in the constant struggle of staying true
To the universes tube
I dance
Not a fleeting romance
But an intoxicating trance
Waking up is painful but necessary
And the straining words of our last goodbyes
Will be the finally echoes of our past
I have cast my final tears
And in the final cheers of the new year
I will face my fear
And know that tonight with the last chime of the clock
I have loved you for the last time
Meghan Aug 2018
they ****** the venom out
with teeth impaled
on my neck
the butterflies that fluttered
in my chest
were actually moths
finding a permanent nest
i lost the growl
in my voice
the silence between my hurt
i finally learned
to fly
without the help of the
sad moon
neither the shout of
crimson red,
bathing under the
beautiful suit
but all at once
i ran out of rhyme
as i gained
the real paradise
i deserve
i threw the world of mine
i threw the world
untold
So it looked like that i wasn't the poetic fly i was before since i found happiness i was looking for.
Enigmatic Aug 2018
As I take that last reassuring breath
I know I am letting you go
Off you disappear with all the hope I had in you
But now you must travel far from my journey
You no longer serve a reason to be by my side
I know I will wander where you're ended up and I know you'll wander the same of me
But I will not wander enough to care to reach you
I have let you go and I feel even lighter
Now I fly with my dreams
Joanna Charis Aug 2018
Tears are building up inside of me;
it speaks of my sadness, like a soliloquy.
This pain, I know of, still lingers in my heart;
as if it's not ready to let go or be apart.

I know it already, that he is gone.
Thinking about it, feels like I've been hit by a ton.

Someday I know this pain will go away...
but the memories of him, will always stay.
I dedicate this poem to my late grandfather. Wo ai ni Angkong <3
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