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Mitch Prax Oct 2019
Three years already?
Ha!
Where did all
that time go?
And why do I feel so
empty?
Julie Grenness Sep 2019
Ripples in a slow river, lazy,
Flowing down time for thee,
All the nostalgic memories,
Ghosts of the survivors, yes,
Living in our hearts to bless,
Then we'll all fade away into space,
Floating away in the ripples of grace.....
Feedback welcome
Danica Sep 2019
It was when the rain start
as my heart skip a beat
I heard yours in triump
Thumping and pumping so fast

You smile mischievously
And sing for me endlessly
Oh!  How hate and love collide
Just like heat after the summer kiss
And the cold breeze of snow flakes bliss
It was all clear to me oh!  How I miss you  badly

Years after years
Decades strike straight through me
Wrinkles and lines visible on my face
As the smell of your perfume filled my nostrils

And now it's my time
To go back to our old days my love
The film of life is done with me
And I'm ready to go free
Mitch Prax Sep 2019
One year later and
oh my god, I think I am
dreaming you again

7:44 PM
12/9/19
Farrah Aug 2019
For I am always mourning the loss of the life I could’ve led.

The music I could’ve played.

The love I could’ve had, and given.

The light I would’ve beamed, from the knowledge, that I have it.

I have the laughter flowing free, awaiting the moment to burst out of my chest.

The feeling of utter peace created the trust I’ve innocently lain in my everlasting happiness.

The same happiness that has ever so caused me the pain, and sadness, that only comes with loss.
The loss of the life that I will never have.
-debut-
Max Aug 2019
I was still thinking about my past,

While she was already talking about the future.
Is there a correct way?
C Jul 2019
dis amper vyf jaar later.

jy drink nog saam my koffie in my bed tydens ons stiptelike afspraak -
op nostalgiese Sondae aande
wanneer die wêreld stilraak,
kort voor die week weer sy stophorlosie
aanpas.

die herinneringe tog só aanskoulik,
maar stééds kan ek myself nie bring om
jou stem te herroep nie!

voor ek jou kan vasgryp, weer saam jou kan lag
óf
my gesig sag teen jou bors kan vasdruk,
verdwyn jy,
en Skuld neem jou plek in tussen die lakens,
klink die koppie teen myne
gee ‘n grynslag
en sluk my heel in.
Mitch Prax Jul 2019
You want a haiku
but I'm still trapped in our past-
so utterly trapped

6:26 PM
9/7/19
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