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I was a nice boy
at the cinema, all the blonde girls
sat next to me
running their fingers through my hair
looking me in the eyes
showing me different ways
to drown my happiness

I did not know you back then
not even a window predicted
that you would start to overwhelm me
with such bitter affection

just a dog
which I still call in my mind
hoping he would come and wag its tail at my feet
that dog was the only one trying to heal me
licking my palm
the fool thinking, just like me,
that the lifeline was a wound
mae Aug 16
I write poems
to drive away my demons
I write poetry
for me to keep my sanity

and I write,
so I can keep myself alive
April 15, 2019 – 9:49PM
J Mathew Jun 22
Everything around us shines like a diamond,
But we are trap in a quagmire of cons.
Nepotism, Conspiracy and Conspicuous consumption,
Has chain our real life and precious redemption.

Trapped in fear and others overpower,
A slave we are at our back, nothing is clear.
What happened to this world that was once so dear
We are no longer our own master but just someone's gear.

As days, weeks, months and years roll by
Hoping for a change one day while we thrive.
Never will it happened in this life
Unless we really open our eyes.

While they were smiling and in a lifeline,
We never understood what's behind their minds.
And now when their photos remain just a shrine
We see their real talent and act like we are so kind.

Stop pretending like you care now when they're  gone.
What's done can never be undone.
Posting condolences now and mourn
Are so fake and have no place in a dustbin when they're thrown
This is what I wrote for one of my actor who I really liked in Bollywood because of depression he took his precious life and all this is because he has gone through a lot of fights against injustice
Lisa Conway Jun 5
My life's a mess
I've tried everything
but nothing works
all is beyond me
I'm useless, washed up
a total failure

Another defeat i'm sinking fast
any lower and I will drown
thick black water's
closing in on me
dragging me down
if only i could succeed

I've failed , its quite simple really
there's no other way to say it
I can't take it anymore
disappointment surrounds me
pulling at me, ******* me
into the abyss

You hold out your hand
It's like a lifeline
I grasp it quickly
maybe I can win
get another chance
to hold on to you
and finally prevail

©️ L Conway 2020
For a friend who asked for a poem entitled  failed
Path Humble Apr 2018
By Harlon Rivers; sent to me in a message

A simple man walks a twisted lifeline
a Path Humble, seldom seen or said.
He often hears from river edge,
watching the simple beauty echo
in the harmony of river's song.

And in the green and peacefulness
a rare light enkindleth a pleasant gladness,
A timeworn body needs a place to catch a breath
for a while, for a while...

Where the wisdom of windblown silence beckons
muted whispers without a home …
for to lay down unerasable burdens unshed
for a while , for a while...
Aspen May 9
I grasp onto the lifeline
That keeps us afloat
But it seems that
You have already given up
You let go of not just me
But of us
Friendship is quite complicated sometimes. Especially when you are trying to maintain a long-distance one. At this age, it is quite hard to see the people who you used to be so close with, that meant so much to you, become strangers once they move far away while your stuck in the place that both of you grew up...
Brooke Feb 24
My thoughts are racing
And my heart rate’s climbing
I wish I knew
how to calm down

But once the spinning starts
It’s impossible to stop
The crazy seeps in and
I can’t make out

A single thought
My mind becomes a blur
And my breathing, stops
Or so it seems to me

It feels like I can’t breathe
But maybe that’s just my lungs
Failing me
The way my mind breaks me

I wish I had a way
To escape this pain
To release this fear
That I am holding, onto

It looks like a lifeline
But it’s a sinking weight
That pulls me down with every wave
Of every mistake that I will make

My logic has abandoned me
and i can’t think straight
IdkLove Jan 6
Mothers are a blessing from above 
They are angels of love 
Sacrifices of their life cannot be count
We can't see their divine karma account
Picked up from grief and supports our
Lives they love us every second of the hours.
In front of their life diamonds are worthless.
Because in them all creatures exist like in our mother earth.
Mothers are blessing from above
And we always worship their never-ending eternal love!
Orchid T Aspen Dec 2019
it takes you to the frosted basin
it wraps you in the floating glass
it means to make you mindful
and you

make yourself louder

and rush the ice from your veins
and you
make yourself the peace
and you will breathe
from over the colder water.
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