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Katie Nov 2019
Words clumping deep in my throat
The words we promised to write together
Lost out at sea among driftwood afloat
Upon the regrets of our severed tether
A single sentence or perhaps just a word
Makes that invisible line betwixt life
And the violent death delivered on a sword
That I delivered your heart on a bleeding knife
But to dwell on that need for forgiveness
Has silenced my voice and left me falling
Deep into the black that remains of our kiss
That held the severed ropes once mooring
The fleet of our souls aloft in a sky
Littered with lanterns and stars
And I can't help but let out a cry
To reach Venus, Mercury and Mars
That I live afloat our shining allegory
Everything I do

For our Winter Story
Leap into the future with a scream of feeling
Rachel Gosby Nov 2019
Trying to speak to you.
Trying to help you.
Trying to understand you.
Trying to love you.
Trying to open my arms to you.
Trying to make your dreams come true.
Trying to rebuild with you, and tear you down.
Trying to pray with you.
Trying to open my heart just to you.
trying to be patient, and humble.
Trying to see the good out the bad.
Trying to be strong with you.
Trying to hold you down.
Trying to make happy moments with you.
Trying to show you, your wise.
Trying to work things out.
Trying to not give up on us.
Trying to be a leader and not a **** follower.
Trying to travel the world with you.
Trying to give you all of me.
Trying to ease your pain.
Trying to wipe your tears away.
Trying to show you, your the one for me.
Trying to show that I'm here with you, and for you.
Trying to give you as much space that you need
Trying not to hurt you.
Trying to be there for you and only you.


Can You See Me, If you can't see anything else, I just want you to see what I am trying to do for us, and not just for myself.so please see me for what I am doing, and not what I'm not doing.
Can You See Me?
always see someone for what their doing, and don't look at the things that their not doing. try to work things out with the person you're with, dont just give up on what y'all worked on together as one. what y'all work on is special and you should try to keep what you do have together.
Àŧùl Oct 2019
I know that you will find it hard
To excuse my busyness that day,
To forgive my sin by your heart.

I should not have forgotten it
A day I always look forward at,
A day that comes just once a year.

I shall always wish on your birthday,
As a husband only forgets it once,
As the wife's birthday is Christmas.

I hope that you enjoyed your birthday,
I am sorry for being unable to wish,
You do understand my busyness.

I was unwell,
I went to the doctor,
Now I am better.

But the doctor prescribed a surgery,
I shall go on the operation table,
Probably next year after I'll afford it.
My HP Poem #1789
©Atul Kaushal
levi eden r Oct 2019
it doesn't matter how much i write about it or cry about it.
it's over and that's okay.
it's okay.
i will be okay.
twitter : @omw2you
Left Foot Poet Mar 2017
her morning pleasure occasionally actually exercised,
a substituted delight for gym-going work with Lulu exercised,
no man can, will ever, understand

the nature/nurture debate over,
in my mind resolved, nature, hands up and hands down

RR's^  query, is god dead,
no longer rumbles around in my head cause when he speaks,
I can't get a word in edgewise

what i did in the sixties, lost to time in memoriam,
especially some really bad poetry

but this gender differentiation
a matter that Aristotle dutifully, so wisely, philosophically avoided

there is no Socratic method rationality in what is just crazy insanely meiosis,
there is no comprehension of the essence of  elemental genetic division,
like the NY Mets,
ya just gotta believe, or just accept

but from the other side of the bed
comes a surly, dry rejoinder, a gelled spike

thanks to modern science,
why don't you come over to the
right side, maybe then,
you'll understand the true meaning
of pleasure

transgend your self,
show your willingness per the bible,
to be god's new and improved version of a human being


So,
a pretty little, light A-line,
with a summer floral pattern,
a size 12, (20? ***)
I,
will wear with great
human pride,
come June
see https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_L._Rubenstein.

another Sixties thing.  but his daughter was my first summer love
Mel Oct 2019
"Move on"

All we can do is

Say

We're fine

Even if we're not okay

It's not good

Keep lying

We can't

Snap out of it

It's a bad habit

Can't get rid of it

But you

Keep trying

Keep going

Just stop and

Look around

No one's there

Don't think that

They'll be there for you.



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This took way too long to write... however, I think the results were well worth it!!!
Does it have to be this way?
Why did you go through with it?
You said you were leaving,
But I never really believed you.
Why would I believe you
When you said that you were done with me?
Because who believes those words?

Who believes
That the one they love will leave?
Who believes that the one they love will leave
In flurries of frenzied apologies,
In the slam of a door,
At the merest whisper of dissent in the ranks?

But, look at me now,
You two-faced, lying, cheating little boy.
Watch me rise from the ashes,
A phoenix reborn out of the pain you caused me,
A seedling out of the flames of your fire.

That’s how we were described:
Fire; unhealthy; too much, too fast.
And maybe we were, but God,
We were golden while we lasted.

But the gold sheen always fades.
The beautiful days must come to an end.
As do all the nights that we used to spend wrapped in the other’s sweet scent.

Because honey, we were never meant
To last forever, I guess.

Nothing ever really is.
I finally got over you, and god, it's a weight off of my shoulders.
adept Oct 2019
his light brown hair offered kindness
his wide eyes were a safe place

his mid summer tan gave warmth
and his smile created happiness
to bad it was all a waste of time
Colm Oct 2019
A waivering head
With memories coursing though every finger
A grip on sleep once lost
Is held directly in hand
Though it cannot hold a candle to the perfect dark
But to pay the waking watchman's toll
Over and over again
Is no good for a weary traveler stead
Instead it's said, once lost in dreams
Such a peaceful hopeful magnificence
May be never found again
Let alone remembered upon awaking
It's hard to sleep in such a manner. Slightly torturous in truth.
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