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Sora Aug 2018
Every night I look up to the sky
wondering if you see me
I talk with my face to space
wondering if you hear me

Every night I look at the stars
looking for the brightest one
because I know that that's you
you will always shine the brightest

Every night I ask you if you're alright
you deserve to be
because you did well
and you work hard
you deserve to know that

Every night I tell you that you're worth it
that you fought so well
and that I will never leave your side
because you're not alone

Every night I ask myself
why it still hurts so much
this aching pain inside my heart
no matter what I do
it isn't fading

Every night the tears stream down my face
while listening to your beautiful songs
Breath, Lonely, End of a Day
they all say how you really felt

Every night I feel sorry
that I couldn't erase your pain
I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you
even when you screamed for help in your songs
we still didn't hear it

Every night I realise
you made me happy
you made we laugh
even though you were in pain
you still made me smile

Every night I wonder
if you're finally at peace now
no more tears, no more pain
just happiness and love

Every night I thank you
for the beautiful memories
and for the meaningful songs you left behind
I will treasure it forever

Every night I hope that you're looking down
watching over us
looking back at the beautiful memories you made here
with your members, family, friends and fans

And every night I tell you that I love you
I love you Jonghyun-ah
I died on a Sunday.
My body numb from her words
Punctured in my heart .
Breathless. I could not inhale the change . I buried the pain and turned the page .
My life was traded with the unknown.
I mourned the loss of the future and not the past. Everything I had hoped for was ripped from my grasp .
That was the end of me .
Robert Jones Aug 2018
The house is empty.
Even with the pets.
The house is empty.
Empty for too long.

It’s not uncommon.
To feel alone.
Even when company comes.
It’s not the same.

No one gets it.
Of course, they try.
They say what they say.
To help the pain.

After all, it’s been a while
So getting past it
Ought to be something
I could do by now.

Yet the house is empty.
Pets and guests aside.
It’s not so much the building.
It’s more the sadness in my heart.
Bob Jul 2018
Nobody told me about this side of life
The dark and eerie
The secrets of sinners
Lost and mislead
Sad and lonely
Broke and hungry
The side of life I put myself in

Been little Debbie broke
That's two honey buns shared
Over three square meals
Slept with the tv on
Sound of static drown out the noise of hunger
Had my priorities more ****** up
Then Eric Wright had priority

Seen my brother forced to the streets
Falsely accused
And called upon way to soon
Six years after my mother suffered
Two rounds of chemo couldn't stop it
Doctors that waited to long
She fought to hold on
But eventually even the strongest is called on
Two great souls the lord stole

Perfect maybe
Definitly greedy
Cause I sit here having flashbacks of a few months ago
Watching my pops bedridden
On more morphine then the whole line at the methadone clinic
Sixty years drug free then the Lord felt the need
Made a grown man see his self as a pill ****** right before calling his name


John Wayne
The last real man left
Ten after five he took that final  breathe
Five ten a.m. the last real man left
Fifty minutes before six God decided to take one more

Slipped back to my old ways
Like 2001on replay
On that coke again
Chopping lines for days
Pretending
Lying
Yeah I'm ok
While having suicidal thoughts
Hiding to cry while staring in the mirror
Thinking grow the **** up
You to **** old
Get that straw from your nose
For once I listened
Did as I was told
Removed it to use to load a bowl

From Lady White to Miss Tina
Love with the first hit
She's a bad *****
A street *****
With a powerful grip
A demanding *****
Whatever you have she takes
With no remorse
Doing whatever to keep her from running away
Lock yourself in to keep family and friends locked out
Lie and steal to keep her here
Knowing its only her that keeps you well

No second guessing who's in control now
How quick things have changed now
Lost my income
Dodging the landlord
Rent a center beating on the door
Owe the dealer for two teens
Laying naked on floor
As blood flows
From a hole that caused my brains to fall out
Another man who couldn't take it
One who wasn't waiting for another to decide his faith
One who finally got his way

To who it may concern
Sorry you had to find me
It's ok to turn around never speaking of what you seen
Theirs nobody to inform
My family already left
I wasn't a bad guy
Just a lost man who lost it all
Who ended up selling my soul
Cause I refused to listen
Kept chasing that feeling
My existence was never needed
Save yourself the trouble like the rest did
Just keep walking by
Act like nothing happen
Save your heroics for somebody worth a ****
Jean May 2018
I remember the photos we look at when someone has died
A mix of smiles and laughter and tears and memories
Flood back to me
A mix of smiles and laughter and tears and memories
That never belonged to me
Yet still
I have them
Neon Beaches May 2018
I walk along the beach
The whispering winds whip the sand into a thousand little pin ****** that gently sting my calves
I look out over the lustful ocean body

Sun reaches out,
it’s rays grab Earth in longing
But she knows they cannot be,
too far are they
Millions of miles apart

But still he tries,
For his love for her is boundless
She turns her back on him
She knows it’s for the best
He doesn’t let go until he disappears over her horizon

Her blue green eyes cloud over
She mourns a lover who isn’t dead
She sheds a tear for him,
her timeless, Golden Lover
It lands on my shoulder

****, it’s getting late
mark john junor May 2018
flowers grow in the holes
of her ever more romantic dreamin's
she fills in the picture with pastel hero's
their colors fade then fire as her passions run
vivid at a moment's of his heartfelt embrace
faded as his wicked smile fails to ******
she is drawn to the artistic brief time in hand
fascinated by the workings of the mysterious mind
how create rainbows from the dusty nuance expressed
create love from an abundance of words delicately devoted
cede to the child hand within us
the joy and discovery
making gentle rain from the hard snow
of making yesterdays into an epiphany of beauty lost
how to be the source and author of true loves song

while she is taming the mare
he trims the overgrowth
while she entertains with tea and crumpets
he is chopping the wood
while she dances within loves light
he chips away at the stone hearth
these are no lovers
just strangers embraced

her inner field of flowers
a swath of rose red bordered by summer greens
ever an insurrection against winters hand
saving every sprout and budding leaf
single-handedly stemmed the tide
as Autumn steals away with all of the summers life
he is her part-time hero
obsessed with his grand gesture
dismissive of the intangible cold touch
she paints him in pastel
but his is a life of watercolor running in the rain
a minister of hammers
the only spark within is that
of the violence of the iron wrought anvil
no heartstring to gather up
to weave a life from

she will mourn his leaving
caught up in the divinity
always found in yesterday's sorrows
bound in the confines of her heart
he will always be the part-time hero
he will never leave
in the loss of yesterday's sorrows
EmperorOfMine May 2018
My eyes feel the unfortunate kiss of the sunlight

Man, it burns so fricking much when I try to grip onto woke

I anxiously glance at the time even when I have no plans or promises

I wonder what day it must be

Climbing out of bed without a routine can be bittersweet

It's as grand as going to work every day other than payday

But what's the most unfortunate thing about the morning light

It's the fact that yesterday happened

You can't wake up and see that everything was just a dream

Funny, I could've sworn this already happened before...

It's like the world is trying to tell you something

Hey bub, did you know that hell is just tiny build ups of agony and then never remembering those agonies happened. Over and over again, you're living in it.

Who would have thought I'd be mourning in the morning...

I'm too tired for this

I should probably go back to sleep...

Maybe when I'm gripping woke again...

Maybe it'll be the evening.
rmh Feb 2018
you're alive
i mean, you stand in front of me
you can breathe
i feel the air shirt when you move
as if you were alive
but in some ways, you're dead
i'm mourning you, though you're here
i can touch you and feel you
if i put my fingers to your wrist
there would be a steady, rhythmic pulse
but there's nothing in our relationship
there's nothing tell me you're alive
so i mourn you as i would mourn
a dead relative or friend
i mourn not for you as a person
but for all that could have been
for all of the possibilities that were
hidden under moss covered rocks
because of something out of your control
because of something no one can control
it's cruel and it's evil and it's real
it's still there and you're still dead--
you're still dead and i can't bring myself
to go to your funeral
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