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Bhill Jan 2020
My eyes were opened
Many clouds
Sunshine will follow

Brian Hill - 2020 # 23
Just wait for it if it’s not there!
Amanda Kay Burke Jan 2020
We take turns being selfish
The painful tug-of-war we play
Back-and-forth pull our relationship
But love is not a game

Around you feel vulnerable
Chest is ripped open wide
Hands hold eachothers hearts
And full
Bodies unbalance and collide

We make love
Walls come crashing down
Hearts are relit with fire
In the intensity I drown
Consumed by desire

You wrap arms around me
In front of guys
As if they'll catch my beauty
Try to steal your prize

When we are alone I feel so small
Demeanor reminding I'm insignificant
How is the one who causes my self-worth to fall
The same person who made me feel magnificent?

The distance between grows more every day
So sick of being used
The lies that push me further away
The reason my heart is bruised

Baby I know I am awful to you as well
Do not want to break your heart
Make your life a living hell
I've become a master of the art

Way too many mistakes tossed aside
Neither of us can truly amend
You remember how many incidents I let slide
Suppose my forgiveness was only pretend

Because resentment slowly built
Time passed
I couldn't see it til it was too late
I could never quite let go of the past
Start over with a blank slate

It is not so simple to forget what we had
Every day to memories am exposed
How do you heal and stop being sad
When wounds never fully closed?
This was loosely inspired by a song called Exit Wounds by The Script
Wahed Dec 2019
May the Light shine through:
Your wounds. Your pain.

May the darkness forget:
Your troubles. Your fear.

May the world open anew:
Your eyes. Your heart.

Let the sun set,
Let the moon rise;
And your being shall dwell on Thee,
Without compromise.
Blind Eye Dec 2019
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Kee Dec 2019
If I don’t let it out soon
All my troubles and worries
All my trials and tribulations
If I can’t open up my mouth soon
I will wither
I will shrivel up like a beautiful rose
That’s been depleted of its nutrients
I shed my last tear and haven’t watered myself since
If I don’t let it out soon
I will be still addicted to something
That isn’t even good for me
Addicted to someone
That isn’t even good for me
But is everything I could ever need
But if that’s so
Then why am I still withering?
If I can’t open my mouth soon
I will never be able to change
“I just want happiness”
Is all I have to say
How can I have that when I won’t let myself
Trapping myself in this box
Was not intended
Now I’m too comfortable
In a place I don’t even want
Bounded
Cursed
Stuck
All things that I feel every second of the day
So
If I don’t let it out soon
I’m going to be just like you
And that doesn’t mean you’re a bad person
But I can’t see myself being happy like this anymore
I love you so much
I never would’ve thought leaving you would be the only way to break free
From everything holding me back
So
If I can’t open my mouth soon
I’ll just be the next stereotypical black female
And I can’t have that
c Dec 2019
I like the word “yet”
Because it opens the door
To possibility

You don’t love me
Yet
But that doesn’t mean
You never will
I’ve had writers block for months and haven’t written while I worked on myself. I’ve gotten into a healthier mindset, and I can’t wait to share it with all of you.
Mickey Dec 2019
I can feel the patterns,
the pieces you try to put together.
Trying to accept what you feel.
Oh baby, the world has poisoned you.
You drank it all and it made you delusional.
It has shown you that love is a rip-off, a hoax, something worthless.
That love is nothing more than a four letter word.
You kept on drinking and drinking their toxic substance because they promised you it wouldn’t mind anyway.
You even started to like the taste of it.
But the way you gaze into my eyes.
I know you know better.
Their poison did not **** you yet.
We still have time so let me.
Let me be your cure, your antidote, your remedy.
It’s not too late.
Just let me,
love you.
Àŧùl Dec 2019
In That Moonlit Night Standing In The Abaft,
Watching The Towed Flaccid Wooden Raft,
I Thought That I Saw An Angel Resting,
Lying Exhausted There In That Craft.

I Call The Girl Out Unbeknownst Of Her Kind Name,
"Hey Young Lady!!" To Which She Didn't Much Respond,
She Looks Up Towards Me Once In Anguish & Collapsed,
I Spot Desperation In Amber Eyes & Resolve To Help Her.

The Crewmen Had Now Been Doing The Paddles After Resting,
I Summon My Captain & Ask, "Do You See That Girl In The Raft?"
The Captain Now Smiles To Say, "Commodore, Better Get Married,"
I Look So Clueless To Which He Simply Replied, "There Is No Girl."

True He Was As She Had Simply Disappeared,
I Started Thinking Of My Sleep Needs That Day,
I Looked Around Again In A Hope To Find The Girl,
I Had Compromised My Routine As The Commodore.

Then I Immediately Realized It Was My Wild Phantasm,
Now This Was Just A Plain Illusion Of A Tired Sailor's Mind,
No Mermaids Could Have Ever Existed In Reality & Were Fake,
I Turned Towards The Deck To Go Back To My Bunk For Sleeping.

As I Climbed Down The Stairs To Enter My Room Amazed & Dazed,
I Saw Her Standing And Waiting For Me By The Side Of My Bunk,
I Accepted That Delusion Of My Mind & Started To Lie Down,
She Said, "I'm As Real As Your Thoughts, Don't Fear Me."

She & I-Me & Her, Had The Best Time That Night,
In The Morning She Was Gone & Was Just Gone,
Disappeared Into Thin Air While I Was Asleep,
Each Day I So Dearly Long For Her To Return.
7 Stanzas of a Beautiful Open-Eyed Dream

Read the entire Angel Saga by me, Atul Kaushal.
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/13567/the-angel-series/

My HP Poem #19
©Atul Kaushal

I thank you all so much for the overwhelming response that this poem has received.

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Bhill Dec 2019
There is always a way to gain in life's joys
It's not just about the noise and the toys
I think it's what you can learn and unmask
To be able to use what the world has on task
You must have eyes open to see what is there
See all that you can and always, always share

Brian Hill - 2019 # 320
Learn .all you can and share it to all...
Orchid T Aspen Dec 2019

his eyes are calamitous


and he twitches as

his lashes sink in his skin
to whip at his cheek
and peel away his lids



his iris wobbles from the shockwave


and his scleras are greyed in trauma

and his brow crumbles, too


for some remission


and when his violent eyes close
he repents behind them


his descent is final
as they open just once more

and his lashes rise in suspension

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