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Imagine, they all fade in just one night,
I remember the time when the collision was chasing after you.
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They told me, it's not the end.
Rainy Days Sep 2019
You sent me a message
Just one
Late at night
"I really like you, you know that?"
And it convinced me
It wasn't quite over yet.
No
This was just the beginning
Carmen Jane Sep 2019
No one can hear, your symphony escaped through the gaps of your teeth
No one taught you, how to pray or in what you should believe
Your weary bones, don't know which road to choose and take,
As you stumbled on this crossroad and want to avoid mistakes


I should say, spin around as fast as you can,
Let yourself fall and reach out your hands
See which road you touched and before you step,
Squinch your eyes and try to see as much ahead


If you see some sunny patches, that is good, my friend,
And if you see some cloudy corners, that is not the end
You'll be sure to find your way, trust me when I say
I see how strong you are and how you can lighten up a day!
Anomaly Oct 2017
If you feel like
You can’t live another day
Cause the path you’re walking
Has faded to grey,
I will leave you a light on
To help guide your way.

But if the light starts to fade again
And you’re stuck wondering
“Is this the end?”
I’ll call out your name
And grab you by the hand
As we walk through the darkness
into neverland.

Believe me my friend,
This isn’t the end
And I will stay by your side
Until your light shines bright again.
Jack Ghaven Jul 2016
I no longer wish the waters would calm
Those days of dreaming are long gone
After all smooth seas don't make good sailors
I stumble but refuse to be a failure
I'm still writing my story
Pleading never did anything for me
So let the storm rage
And I'll continue to turn the page
I decide when it's the end
I don't break I bend
Over backwards if necessary
Though I'm tired and wary
I'll find my place
Not settle for saving face
So come find me here
And we'll know love dear
I often use my writing to cope with my own demons and depression.  A lot of times it can take a very graphic and violent form.  I wrote this sitting on the shore of a lake that I longboard down to quite often.  For some reason this place brings me peace.  This poem is most definitely about dealing with my own depression and trying to learn that the only person that can solve my issues is me.  Learning to not give up is a daily challenge for me and I'm sure many others.

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