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Ritz Writes Jun 2019
Humans.
Ohh! dealing with heartbreaks and pain
Still clinging to a false hope of chain.
Thundering shower and rain
Let the rain purge away
All the sadness and stains,
remnants of yesterday.
Humans.
Molded and fashioned from common clay.
Sweats and hunger
Toiling hard throughout the day.
Frustration and hunger,
Unpredictable days and danger.
Humans.
Embodies both strong and fragile
Success and failure
Come what may!
This is the world we dwelled in
A safe haven and torturous hell
The cycle of birth and death
The rhythm of our destiny.
"Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of man. " ~
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
MAX castro May 2019
I lay on my bed and stare at a blank space.
Listened to our song remembering your face.
I remember the way you loved me on my greatest.
How you made me satisfied and happy to the fullest.
It's midnight, when everyone is fragile and sad.
It's midnight, and all I can think is how you made me go mad.
Maybe midnight is the only time when I feel blue.
Maybe midnight is the only time I can think of you.
I wrote this poem when I met my ex recently after 7 years. I already moved on. But there are times that when you see a person from your past, you will remember everything that had happened between the two of you so vividly.
Anastasia May 2019
imagine:

a night colored ocean
vast
white clouds, floating above.
casting shadows along the jagged, watery surface.
or perhaps
they are the silhouettes
of beasts
leviathans beneath the surface
with water filtering through their jagged teeth,
scales as sharp as needles.
or maybe
there are just clouds.
soft tufts of water
above a jagged
midnight
sea.
Inspired by a passage of a book I read.
Erian Rose May 2019
He'd sing along to the midnight songs.
She'd turn the other way.
He'd run and run to get away.
She'd stay.
Time would fly in their eyes, both dreaming up at the night sky.
All it takes is one day to change a world of what they see.
When they both come to meet under the blue umbrella.
The midnight was filled with peaceful minds
While I'm still awake staring at the dim light
Different thoughts coming on my mind
Different scenarios I imagine that night

My heart is like a crumpled paper
I remember the time that we're still together
And you also said that I need to get over
Because we are not the one who meant for each other
This poem is for the people who has an imaginative mind and still not ready to let go the past
Ritz Writes May 2019
I am in love with every inch of your skin;
every corner of your mind and everything in between,
I want you for eternity.

From the day we went incognito to reminisce the time we shared; from romantic dinner and wrapped in your arms, with eyes fixed on each other.

I want you in every way there is to love a person the way they are.
If Only You Knew and you won't.
" Women are meant to be loved, not to be understood. " - Oscar Wilde
Leslie Ledezma Apr 2019
Too familiar with midnight’s
request for salvation as music and dreams
Like millions of songs,
there’ no tiring of millions of roads
sacrificing my best
if I give you all that I am,
all these passages I’ve been
Will you take me to your sweet side,
let me in your mind though
Let it be known
that Jesus thought of me
so seeing you divine comes easy
and as eternally as songs
I’m here singing
devout, devout
devout to you and your sweet side
Chloe James Apr 2019
Chilly timberland.
A silent, little mouse squeaks
as a fierce wolf howls.
Another one...
Ritz Writes Apr 2019
Bonded well over sharing our tales
Just a human who was naive and frail.
Poured out my vulnerability, I thought you could assure
But my trust was left upon the floor.
Stuck in a crossroad
Left me all alone.
To confide on people is no longer my cup of tea;
I found my freedom
Away from all, wild and free.
No longer a friend, nor a foe
Gambled my trust upon the sister
Who was more special than any mister.
As you gained the favor
Spreading Whims and inventing fable
Finally the show was over
Revealed your true color.
Neither a seed of hatred nor revenge be sown
You were the best I have ever known
Karma is there to bid goodbye
Turning table.
"I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you. "
Friedrich Nietzsche
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