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noor Dec 2019
i am living in a suit
i have been for quite sometime
the real me is underneath
but i cannot break through
this has become apart of me
that i cannot get rid of
i cannot retire from this suit
and this is because
of food
noor Nov 2019
a flower has bloomed.
you cherish it. you water it,  give it so much sunshine.
you give it all of your attention.

but as time passes this flower has begun to  change color.
its losing its beautiful bright color and is becoming dry.

could it possibly be dying?
no you won't accept it.
it will not die, as it brings you so much happiness.
you will not let this flower go.

but despite all of your efforts, one by one, each petal falls.
until finally, there is nothing at all.

you cry.
you mourn.

how could this have happened?
you watered it and gave it all the sunshine it needed.
why did it not stay?

it knew how happy it made you but still
it perished
but one day you witness another flower bloom
one that was exactly like the last

but could it die again?
will it make you so happy for it to one day just die?
you don't trust it anymore, as it broke your trust last time.

it left you.
it hurt you.

how could something so beautiful just wither away?

this is why i don't love.
because one day it'll die.

just like my flower.
Michael McD Oct 2019
Before present, I use to feel like morning dew;

Calm and Central, Controlled and Stable.
Yet, no amount of calm could stop the great fall.
And fell it did; yes, slipping downwards.

Full hands becoming empty, numbers start decreasing, sleep lessening.
Adhesion could not save the dew, it kept slipping.

Now at the edge; oh, that amassed abyss reflecting.

Only fingertips hold on now; only adhesion holds on now.
Julia Oct 2019
I slam against the door of time
like a petulant child.
What do you mean,
I scream
What do you mean,
that there is no alternative
to this *******
you call waiting.
alaska jade Sep 2019
I miss you.
every single day the thought of you lingers in the back of my mind
why does everything remind me of you?
I love you.
and I hate myself for it.
they say that when you fall in love
you don’t fall out of it
you just realize that it wasn’t actually love
and I’m not sure what I’m more terrified of
finding out that I’ll never stop loving you
or having this “love” slip away from me.
another snippet from the same poem as the last.  constructive criticism and comments are always greatly appreciated! also if anyone could let me know what the most popular tags are for getting noticed that would be great :) I’m sick of just tagging “love, boyfriend, girlfriend, etc.”
alaska jade Sep 2019
it may be silly but every night that the clock hits 11:11 I wish for you.
I wish for us.
I wish for the laughs and the memories
sometimes I even wish for the tears
just anything with you in it, is better than now
just a snippet of a poem that I wrote. I feel like  these lines explain the meaning of the poem better than the full poem .
alaska jade Sep 2019
it’s a golden september day
and the only thing I can think about is
one of my shortest poems. this one has always felt like one of my most personal poems, despite it being so very simple.
alaska jade Sep 2019
the simple touch of your fingertips on mine
the way we used to walk just a bit closer than friends do
causing our hands to bump together as if our bodies were just begging us to intertwine our fingers together
no one passing by would be able to mistake us as “just friends”
i am absurdly busy today and all i am doing is reading and writing poems. i really admire the talented people on this website, everyone’s style is so unique and gorgeous.
alaska jade Sep 2019
yes i write about you a lot
and no it’s not cause i miss you
maybe that was a lie.
but my life isn’t you it’s just
             second lie
i write about you because i know you
it’s easy to write about something you know inside & out and
back and forth
forwards and backwards
i write about you because your name is comfort
and I write about you because maybe I’m afraid of leaving the familiar
but who
              I’m w r i t i n g
and it’s not for you.
first poem I’ve ever wrote in this sort of style.. kind of digging it, kind of hating it, but I thought I should share this one. the concept of this poem came to me in the middle of class, i quickly grabbed a post-it note and wrote “i write about you because i’m an expert at it” and then i went home and wrote this.  my last poem didn’t get any comments or likes but it’s gotten about 30 views which makes me happy :).. as always constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated. thank you!
alaska jade Sep 2019
How do you stop loving him when you told him that nothing would ever stop you from loving him?
No matter how many times he broke me I built myself back up.
I picked up each piece, saying sorry in between.
I never stopped to wonder why he did not help me.
I ask him:
If you love me, why do you hurt me?
He tells me he doesn't hurt me
He tells me that he doesn't break me
He tells me that the shards I am recollecting were placed by me.
I was blinded.
So careless of me to believe that I was the reason that I was shivering and shaking in bed, sobbing uncontrollably.
You refuse to take the blame.
Every time that I wept from your words,
the problem was the tears streaming down my face
not what caused them.
I want nothing more than for him to feel the way I did.
Just for a moment
For a brief moment
I want him to feel all of it.
The feeling that everything are you is falling apart.
My world, spiraling out of hand.
How could you do this to me?
Every night was sealed off with a
"Goodnight I love you."
The closure that kept me comfort.
The promise that he would be here for me when the sun rose.
The promise that no matter what
he would be by my side.
Everything I did was reckless.
How was I supposed to know that letting him back in would get me hurt over and over again?
The warnings from all my friends.
I'm not stupid.
Deep down I am sure that I knew the consequences.
No matter how many times I gave in it still felt worth it to me.
I became weak just to have the security of him.
He was my world.
How easy it is to give in to the constant temptation.
I'm sad.
All the time.
This numbness is becoming unbearable.
Was it the same when I was with him?
Why do i vaguely remember feeling better when I was with him?
The constant ache in my heart,
The empty feeling in my body.
I want to get out,
but he won't break me again.
hello everyone. i am fairly new to writing poetry and i am always up for constructive criticism. i hope you enjoy reading <3
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