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TG Aug 2020
What if u are tired of hoping
Tired of your desires
Tired of trying
Tired of being excited
Tired of liking someone
Tired of waiting
Tired of empty promises
Tired of looking for someone special
Tired of going after your heart
I got so tired
I stopped believing in real love

What failure can do with your mind,
And all u wanted to do was to love...
That one day I got so tired of longing for someone that won´t love me as much as I can love him. I knew he wasn´t that into me, I knew I was wasting my time again and I knew that he wasn´t as serious as I was. That day I made a decision I only wanted to make if I found real love, but after so many empty promises and disapointments I dragged myself into an action that normally happens when 2 persons fall in love. Because I wanted to feel love but didn´t know how anymore so I flipped my standards for one day. Just to make the pain stop, with a little voice in the back that this will make me feel closer, this will bring me closer to love. But it only showed me even more that it is so incredibly important to receive the same love as the love that u have for that person,
Skyler Aug 2020
What might I let go of,
To seek the unknown?

To find discipline,
To keep honour.
Relinquish rage,
Release control.

Is it my heart?
Will it be my mind?

Unrest is rife,
Unease alike.
Reduced to tears,
Unsettling fears.

To retain loyalty,
Invite love again,
Strive for trust,
Be free once more.

What might I release
To seek the unknown?
I like the relation between the words
"Run" & "Reflect"
When You're in cave
You race to be perfect!
Coined words of philosophy!
Austin B Aug 2020
There's a bird at your window.
Chest cloaked in a lush boastful yellow.
Timid dust brown feathered head,
with flurries of white laced around its neck.
There's a bird at your window.
Singing the echoes of blissful memories,
majestic tones of innocence.
There's a bird at your window.
Eyes filled to the top with intuition,
feathers fluttering with intent,
not a worry in the world.
There's a bird at your window.
Wondering if it knows,
knows what world we live in today,
or if it even cares.
There's a bird at your window.
I step towards the crowd
Surrounded by
High fives
and
Grinning faces
One stands out though
It is mine
Unlike the others
I do not make eye contact
I do not smile
I do not walk towards
I walk away
From pain
From heartbreak
From betrayal
Maybe one day
This road will lead me
Somewhere far far away
Where I am
Myself
And I can
Be okay with that
we're all on that journey, right?
Bullet Jul 2020
Anytime I start looking up
Is usually when things start rolling down
Orakhal Jun 2020
I be
only capable
of seeing

that which
I put in my eye to look at

I create
as I look
and
I see what
I created
alexa Jun 2020
i've searched near and far for you,
i've found very few.

you come at night,
sometimes you even give me a fright.

sometimes in the middle of the day,
when i'm trying to keep my peace at bay.

you've never helped me;
yet i still need you
because you help me breathe.
Bhill Jun 2020
looking ahead towards the end is intoxicating
knowing that you are able to conquer obstacles previously out of reach
hurdles, that before, were not obtainable
what changed so that victory existed on your journey
your ideas of what could be done, can be done
your view of the end changed....

Brian Hill - 2020 # 170
What is in your view?
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