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In sleep sings memory,
abnormal, eclectic melodies,
impressing to me what needed attention,
because, today was successful,
until the latent rears its unrestful head,
friends deceived, belief left dead
could I dispense such blatant injustice?
apparently so,
for, deep in the throes of these old unknowns
lies knowledge uncovered, under errors disowned.
Analyze your dreams with open eyes
Ally Aug 2019
We all make mistakes
no such thing as big or small
they are all lessons
big, valuable lessons

We pick up the pieces
little by little
often, dragging them along
for decades

A river of thoughts
frozen emotion
icy tears
brutal scars

Our 3am
...thoughts
our only...
...companion

...words
unspoken...
fraudelle Aug 2019
C D E F G A B
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Do re mi fa so la ti
Do nt
Re peat
Mi stakes
Fa ke
So rry
Ti lts
I wrote this poem 2 yrs ago... Lol
Keiri Jul 2019
Come on now run, before it's too late.
Hurry, you don't want to miss this.
Missing your own life, what a terrible fate.
Live forever in the empty abyss.

Run now fast, don't think of you nor he!
Don't stick around, don't worry.
You need this and that.
Oh no don't do that instead.

Run for it or you'll be sorry.
The courtain is up, you'll miss the story.
Oh look on stage, that lady's fat.
She's got barely any hair on her head.

Where are you, look at this glory.
However the part after it got gory.
She's pretending to be fine, with that pet
But what will she ever gain from a rat.

You're still not here, you need to hurry.
I'm coming I'm coming, but I'm seing blurry.
What about this play is so great is what I don't get.
It's horrible it's sad and it's full of dark and red.

It's about a girl that lived too soon.
She regretted every single step.
Dreaming of changing the world, going to the moon.
It's a typical story I'd rather take a nap.

Oh finally you got here, are you ready?
What in the world took you so long.
Always such a bored laddy.
How can you not like the play or the song?

I don't like it and never will.
Never when my own story is told.
It makes me feel like I was standing still.
While everything around me got to unfold.

I ran and ran and now I'm finally here.
But I just realised, it's only about to start.
I don't like long intro's I say with a sneer.
It's hard to set the story appart.

Are you ready for the rest of the story?
Trust me, it'll only get better, you won't be sorry!
My own motivational progress, this is how I keep myself going. But you know, I learned it from you ;)
Kiara Hoxie Jul 2019
Bonds and promises shatter like glass
But use those jagged fragments to build a window
Through which you see yourself and the past

The process of healing is long
You may struggle to see a clear picture
But loving your mistakes is never wrong

A glimmer or orange sunshine
And a sliver of warm happiness shine through
Understanding only takes much time

Hang up shattered piece by piece
It's a neverending process it seems
But when the sun shines through, you will feel at peace
lin Jul 2019
my eyes turn green when i cry
my soul turns black when i die


i don't know why it's happening again
should i let my mind decide for me again?
i'm tired of feeling this way
wake me up from this hell
lin Jul 2019
how long until i break?
i wish i could start again
rewind, go back
i say to myself

i can't escape
i wish i could start again
what did i do wrong?
why do i feel so much pain?

rewind, go back
i think about it night and day
OpenWorldView Jul 2019
skin is the paper
the knife replaces the pen
remove lives mistakes
Meghan Jul 2019
I’m sorry I’m so clumsy
Some days it seems like the world is fighting me at every step
And I’m losing the battle
I stumble over every stubborn staircase
I trip over my tongue like an uneven rug
Every new set of walls is a labyrinth I get lost in
Every move I make is disjointed and uncertain
My fingers and feet flail when I’m carrying precious, fragile things
And before I know it I’m sprawled on the floor
Surrounded by shattered fragments
Bruised and aching
Burning with humiliation and frustration

But I’ll try to be careful.
If you will be brave enough to trust me
I will try to keep my steps in line and my path straight
I will try to find the rhythm in the song of my surroundings

I will try to see beyond my limitations
My faults, my failures, my frequent falls
I will try to look up and see the beauty in the world
Instead of staring at my feet in fear
I may trip at times
But I will not be trapped in trepidation

I ask for your patience
I am trying to be patient with myself too
My best is all I can really do
And I will do what I can to be the best for you
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