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Michael LoMonaco Sep 2016
Intentionally wounding ourselves through flashbacks,
We unleash pain by remembering those bad moments.

Looking at that past picture that cuts the mind,
Or talking about a memory that stabs the soul.

Recognizing that these actions leads to bleeding inside,
Yet we still puncture a deep hole which causes harm.

Once the blood of recollection pours out,
It’s difficult to clot the self-inflicted scar.

Remembrance of heartbreak ruptures the present,
Thinking that stimulates an impossible scenario.

Reflection and prediction is a very dangerous mix,
Like adding fuel to a huge fire that is out of control.

Instead of reliving painful thoughts regarding the past,
Use the medicine of laughter to ignite a smile from history.
Nicole Sep 2016
Who doesn't even know you exist
To think that his the one
Like a fairytales twist
This is so accurate tho :(
AD Snail Sep 2016
Fading in the background,
Is just background noise; that no one pays attention to.

Doesn’t say a word when someone forgets,
Just lets it happen, just lets them go.
Is dead silent now, stops trying to call out,
Stops trying to fit in, now silence takes over.

A smile appears on the others face,
As they let go of the hand of the person that stay’s silent,
And grasps another, with a smile on her face she walks away.

The silent one that is always let behind,
Does not reach out, doesn’t try and get her back,
No fretting no crying, just a gently nod of “I understand”.
Macy Opsima Sep 2016
and here we are again
on this page of a book called dreams.
as the moon & the city becomes our lightbulb
and the end of your cigarrette burning
like how time burns when we're together.
on our blood are paint produced by love
and we color these streets with the color of romance.
in that moment we understood
why people call life a jigsaw puzzle
because everything is falling into pieces
and here forms the picture we were always trying to build.
we understood why painters
mix different hues of a color to create a new hue of that color
because a hue that's a little bit different
wouldn't fit into this painting we call "right now."
the words and the world molds into one
and turning the page doesn't make sense.

but we cant help but roll the thought
of a burned out cigarrette being thrown to the ground
once it no longer gives warmth & light.
we cant help but lose the passion
and we'll brush a lighter shade of color
because something is missing & we cant seem to find it.
slowly by slowly puzzle pieces will be misplaced
and we wont understand this picture anymore.
one day, we'll push each other away
unbeknownst to you and me
then we'll be similar poles of a magnet
which will drift apart from each other.

i will be pained
and although i'll wish you'll miss me
but i hate seeing you hurt
so i'll just hurt myself with the mere thought that your mouth wont form my name again
and every memory of us that you'll remember
you'll wish to forget
while i am here holding on to every bit of you that i can grasp.

so whenever someone tells you they wont hurt you
or you'll say your love is greater than your intention of pain,
remember that your heart is a muscle the size of your fist.
NeroameeAlucard Aug 2016
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore, trust the physician and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility." - Khalil Gibran

That quote inspired what I wrote because pain is a constant in this cruel world
And in all reality our pain is inspired by the struggles we've gone through, so it may not be easy but to medicate and starting the process of healing is on you.  Others may have caused what you're going through but it's up to you to make it better, because even if it's raining now there's always a chance for better weather
I'd recommend looking up khalil gibran
Tsaa Aug 2016
Goodbye
Goodbye to the poems I once wrote about you
All the prayers I prayed just to see you
I step away from the door you never opened for me
My heart finally learned how to beat in normal pace whenever I see you
Even the songs about you start to mean nothing to me
The most painful part of my goodbye
Is saying goodbye to something that was never mine
i got over this person long ago, it's just now i decide to post this here
Inga Aug 2016
I was in my room that day
when the sun decided to hide
and the darkness started to crawl
letting my monsters scream from the inside

I felt Despair's hands all over me
and Vanity's at the corner, offering me a drink
Loneliness started to sing his favorite lullaby
and Pain suddenly got his paper and ink

Chaos was calling from the window
Depression just got in and said hello
Jealousy shouted that he wants to play
until I heard someone saying, "what does it feel like from there below?"

Regret was smiling softly
as he stood behind the door
all other emotions stopped and began to look at me
and Regret spoke, "Talk. I want to hear more."

Depression was still clinging
Loneliness was still singing
Regret is now in front of me, grinning
And I just found myself crying
Leslie Jade Aug 2016
you shared your thoughts, I attentively listened
you laughed & joked, with no doubt I smiled
I let you burst out what's inside your mind
and take a ride with your imaginations

but that's the thing, I did what I did
what a friend must do, when he's in need
of someone to listen, to share with
a friend he could linger to, to laugh with

but deep inside, something's aching
is it jealousy? hurt? huff?
it's like there is something missing, what is it?
maybe the old us before things get difficult

we were talking as if we have our own world; before
but everything has already changed
you've had what you deserved, & I'm proud
but everything has its compensation

for your happiness, what lies between us faded
we parted ways, slowly; painfully
and to get things worse, I've disappointed you
and everything we've built, fell down

now, how will we ever go back the way we were?
Will it really come back? the memories?
Or I would only face these inevitable changes
and let you be happy with someone else?
Isabelle Aug 2016
It was supposed to be painful
I've seen it, I've read it

I've seen it in tv dramas
I've seen it in the movies
I've read it in fairytales
I've read it in novels

It seems painful
Sleepless night
Endless fight
Not able to eat
Not able to think

It seems painful
River of tears
Drowning with fears
Some gave it a try
Some continued to lie

It seems painful
Some still chase the other
Some becomes bitter
Some becomes a hater
Some turns into a monster

It seems painful
She cried
He begged
She never moved on
He never let go

Some have been cheated
Some have been left behind
Sometimes love is not enough
Sometimes a one sided love
And others, its just the fire was gone

Break-ups seems painful
I've seen it in movies
I've read it in books
Almost all types of love stories
Almost all types of heartbreaks

Different kinds of people
Different scenarios
Different endings
Common denominator is
- LOVE and PAIN

Now I understand
Where all those stories came from
For every person is a different story
For every love is a different love
For every pain is a different pain

What I have watched, doesn't shows it all
What I have read, doesn't describes it all
For everything is a new one
And sometimes words are not enough
And some stories are yet to be done
But nothing came out. "Okay" was the only word I uttered. I walk away. It wasn't numbness, it's more like, I was empty and I can't describe it. Well, maybe that's how I broke my heart and maybe that's my definition of painful.
Leslie Jade Jul 2016
If ever I die, tell them to put a smile on my face
I want to see how I would look like if I had felt bliss
Let them see the girl they wanted to see
Not the one who’s been hiding all her life

If ever I die, let them all visit me
The ones who have forgotten me, damaged me
I’m giving them the privilege to gaze at me one last time
& think all the possible things that are haunted memories

If ever I die, do not dare shed a single tear
For all you have given me is a mournful life
The blame was always on me
& all I did infront of you, you always misinterpret

If ever I die, let me wear a pure white dress
So that at least as I lay,
People would think I had a happy journey
& forget a disgrace child like me
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