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Samuel 6d
(The Spark)

Two souls collide, in crowded halls,
Strange, yet somehow,it felt home.
Strangers pass, in their silk shawls,
And just like that, I wrote you in all of my poems.

(The Starting Point)

Twin flames ignite,
Blonde hair, blue eyes.
Over burnt coffee,
Did I get awarded a Trophy?

(Rural Escape)

Bustling crowds,
devoid us of peaceful shrouds.
Empty roads, simplicity calls,
We drive away from the city.

(First Cracks)

Love grows,
our guard blows.
Souls bare,
Chances of a scar,
Oh! So very rare.
But all fate does is wait and stare.

(Boiling point)

Wine-spilled on the rug,
Shards of glass on the oakwood floor.
Why my hands once so snug,did you pull away?
My boat sunk, before it reached to your shore.

(Shattered)

I’m awaken with dread,
Pounding nails in my head.
Lost my home, to love’s cruel claim,
Everything is gone, what a shame.

(kintsugi)

Flames subside,
Pain resides.
A new dawn breaks, A New Hope.
A brand new day.
This poem explores the journey of love, tracing its natural cycle from the first encounter between two strangers to the deep connection they forge. It captures the initial spark, the excitement of shared experiences, and the quiet unraveling that leads to inevitable fractures. As emotions intensify, misunderstandings surface, culminating in heartbreak. However, the poem ultimately embraces the idea of healing and renewal, illustrating how love, though fragile, leaves behind lessons and the strength to move forward.
The thought of you lingers like steam after a shower;
But its different now, in my mind i neither cry nor cower.
Nor do i scream "IF ONLY I HAD MORE POWER",
For if i did your love would be nothing but coarse powder.
Now all i think is, i hope he buys you flowers,
I hope his love never flounders,
I hope he cares for you and in love you are showered,
I hope he always has the power,
I hope he never makes you cower...
And most of all i hope the thought of him never comes to haunt you in the shower.
Mateusz Szot Feb 15
Him
I see your eyes,
Gaze to his,
The way yours,
Would draw their way to mine.
Nervously flirting,
Laughing and smiling,
The way we used to be,
Do you see me in him?
I want to let go,
You want me to leave.
I long for you,
I need you near.
Moving on and forgetting,
I was the first,
To kiss your scars,
To accept your flaws,
To hold your face,
While your tears drowned my mind.
I miss you so much,
Forcing myself into habits to let go,
Picturing our future,
My face plastered,
With the image of him.
I wish you well,
I wish he treats you the way I did.
I hope you see in him what you never saw in me.
I hope you feel at ease with him.
I’m sorry i was too much.
I love you still.
Anonymous Feb 5
You say you've moved on,
but she has my face,
my hair,
and my snorty laughter.

When I first saw her,
just for a moment,
I thought that she was my long lost twin
and that you found her
just to bring her back to me.
Copy/paste from the Notes app on my phone.
anna Jan 31
With acrylic I paint the crumbs on my plate,
the dregs of my drained coffee mug,
the torn and crumpled tissue beside it.
The best cup of coffee ive ever had,
the perfectly buttery toast, still warm,
reduced to traces, ugly remains.
I paint a sad still-life to remember,
with hindsight clouded eyes
the flavours I couldn't taste
before they touched my tongue.
Joshua Phelps Jan 19
I thought you were an ally,
but walls divide, and I

don’t see a way around
this tonight.

You can’t avoid the fallout,
because being dead inside

isn’t a good reason
to sidestep

when you told
all those lies.

Just look me
in the eyes,

tell me it was worth
bleeding what was left of me

one last time.

I know there’s
the devil in the details,
but as far as I can tell,

I’m over it, and
I’m done seeing red.

Live your own
life in sin,

because I won’t live
my life with your regrets.
blank Jan 5
i used to write in barren singed meadows in the summertime.

i used to write about the moon
        hanging shadows on and around my neck;
the cacti shriveling blisters in death valley;
      
imaginary summer superstorms
& neurotransmitters:
        pulses and a lack thereof.

i wrote about punctuation
and the ghosts i’d talk to in circles;
     sepia-stained,

i inked over them in ugly neons and called it art
and wouldn’t rest until they danced:
       sparks against the tips of my fingers like
                   shocks against warm sheets in winter
as i wrapped myself up,
      invisible and silent.

you’re not a poem
and that’s why i love you--

you make language lost
and paragraphs to abandoned sudoku puzzles

now my saccades pivot only to the blank spaces between
your words and your eyes and the cool komorebi(those leaves
bordering the sky of ghosts i disappeared so impossibly easily)

after you leave i sit and let my hands go numb
let my hands melt the iced latte you bought me
     when my throat was shut and shivering
     when i was quiet and charred and gaping at the window
           & still waiting for icicles long sublimated to strike

but now i go to bed with the room cold
because i know it’s the only way you can fall asleep

and i’m silent on purpose so i don’t wake us up
--written 8/31/22, edited 1/5/25--
To the one I used to love, used to need:
You never
text
me.
It's like you
moved
on
the second I was
gone.
As for me, I've been
S T U C K
in the memories.
I can't not
think
of
you.
But I think I
may
be
moving
on.
Wrote this years ago haha not current just deep
Hawley Anne Jan 2
I'm making a promise to myself, that this year will be different.
No longer will I prioritize those who do not care about my mental health. This year I will learn to put myself first, because self care is NOT selfishness, it's necessary.  
And I deserve it.  
I will love myself MORE than I fear abandonment, and I will NOT shrink myself to fit inside anyone's expectations of who I'm supposed to be.
I make a promise this year to be loud and bold and unapologetically myself. A promise that I will speak my truth, even if some might find it uncomfortable or hard to hear.
I will own every choice I make, and I will never again be controlled or manipulated into forgetting the boundaries I've set.
I promise that this year I will finally implement all the lessons that life has been teaching me.
2024 is gone
But this is not a "New year, new me" post.
Rather this is a
"New year BETTER ME, HEALED ME, HAPPY THRIVING HEALTHY ME" post.

This year I will stop questioning my worth, because I recognize I was searching for it in all the wrong places, mainly in other people.
I will never again forget my worth, because now I remember where it lies. Not outside, but within myself. I am a complete person, and never again will I stay in relationships that harm my mental emotional and spiritual self, just to avoid the loneliness.
I will stop accepting half *** people who only offer breadcrumbs. I promise to be content in myself and who I am. I make this promise to myself that I will remain happily unattached romantically, until someone comes along that does not expect me to complete them, or fix them or baby them, because they too know they are a full, complete person, all on their own.
I will not enter into any relationship unless it is because, as two whole people, we want to share eachothers fully established worlds. Not to complete or fix
eachother but to simply enjoy eachother.

I promise to never forget the hurt, the pain, the loss, and all the lessons from the past few years. But I also swear to myself not to live in those memories any longer. I have allowed my past to spoil
FAR TOO MUCH
of my present already, and I refuse to allow it to take anymore.
I finally learned what life has been trying to teach me. I finally understand why no matter how much of myself I gave away, in hopes it would bring me the love I was desperately searching for, it would have NEVER been enough.
I was giving myself to the all the wrong people, for all the wrong reasons.
I promise to forgive myself for that aswell.
I promise to not allow any unhealed people to hold my heart, because I've learned my lesson about that one. Never again will my heart be trusted to anyone who is not intouch with their own.
And although that means I am going to lose people I had thought were going to be with me forever, I will not let that break me. I will remember the good times with the people that forced me to lose them, but I will also keep the lessons from all the bad times.
I will pick MYSELF up this time, and dust off my past MYSELF.
This is going to be more than just a new chapter in the same old dusty book of me, this is the second volume. Its my part two, where the truth is revealed,  that the HERO
I've been waiting and searching for this entire time, was me, all along.
THIS is my PROMISE  to myself, and always remember, I DONT BREAK MY PROMISES.
Lots of lessons in the past few years, if you have been following me or if you have read some of my previous works, you'll have a bit of an understanding of the toxic relationship I was in. How I was codependent as one could possibly get, and how the end of that relationship nearly killed me, or had me do it myself really. You'll know how even after he left me for someone else, he still tried to use me and keep me gor his convenience, and you'll know how that worked for him for awhile anyways. I have been so weak in the past I took the breadcrumbs and felt blessed to get them. But this poem is my resolution to never again accept the things I did before.  To stand up for myself for once. And start acting as if I was someone who I actually cared about.  Thanks for taking the time to read my stuff. It means the world to me that people all over the world have read my inner most thoughts, and some even liked them. 😅
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