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Srirachasauce Jul 2016
Here’s a space to dream.

Of sleepless nights staring at starlights,
Only dropping twinkles can enter this bubble,
Of you and I.

You and I

Will meet where crossroads are paused
When cars stop and red lights glow
Beyond the smog of the city. I

will never forget, how eye
to eye, we were traumatised
by the beauty of painful love.

Or maybe, maybe, it was just my
imagination, the way lies
seem like truths
so easily disguised.
Aaron LaLux Jul 2016
A Beautiful Hurt

So you hurt.

So what,
We all do.

But the beauty hurts so good.

And the miseries of our past,
can only define our future if we let them,
these memories we hold onto from the past,
we are not them.

Your Scars,
are watercolors,

your Demons,
make beautiful music,

your Hearts,
beat for all tomorrows,

your Passions,
always conquer all your sorrows.

But let’s,
not be destructive,

for that’s,
not our heart's true function,

once in,
this life,
there’s only one way out, and there’s no need to rush it,

and yes,
we have more than our fair share of problems,
but there’s no need to stress it,
we all have problems and learn from our mistakes,
so when we make a major mistake there's no reason to regret it,

so whatever.

So you hurt.

So what,
we all do.

But the beauty hurts so good.

And that makes our moments of bliss,
that much more beautiful,
shine your Lovelight Joseph,
upon that darkness like you're Lucifer,
you are a fckn ∆rtist even when you're delusional,

and you harness the chaos to harass the mundane,
and show the whole world the beauty you can make from the pain.

You're a monster,
tuned into the frequency all real no gimmicks,
an emotional alchemist turning hurt into heal,
making beats because those we love live forever through our music RIP Mingus.

When you finally find freedom again,
you will find the illusion of Time to just be a diluted delusion of Mind,

find,
freedom,
right here,
within your Self,

no one can make you do anything you don’t wanna do,
even when they tell you their totally skewed world views are true,

most of this is just distractions anyways,
what is the worth of their emotions anyways,
I’ll love you unconditionally anyways,
because true love is expressed in many ways,

no matter what the cause for the confusion is,
contusions with bruises and welts on Self,
beat your ego up and down until you scream in mercy,
until you give up all of you including your Self,
until you stop fighting and you let go, let go,
so you can go!

So,
you hurt.

So what,
we all do.

But the beauty hurts so good.

– ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆ –

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The H Trilogy
City of Angels
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It Hurts So Good
regina Jun 2016
It's funny how a memory works.
And it's funny how my heart still aches every time I think about it.

It was saturday night,
You texted me asking me to meet you because you wanted to talk about us.
I was so anxious about what are we going to be.
I'm afraid you'll say goodbye yet I'm so excited about the thought of us being happily together.
I can't sleep that night thinking about every possibilities I'm going to face tomorrow morning.

sunday morning
You asked me to meet you after lunch.
I found myself very excited and a little nervous before our rendezvous.

It was one in the afternoon,
We sat there inside your car.
My heart beats funnily and my stomach keeps twitching.

You drove your car to a nearby parking lot.
And looked at me groggily after you parked your car.

And you started to talk,
You told me that your parents disapprove our relationship.
You stared into my eyes and I felt a tug in my chest.

I'm on the verge of tears, I remember thinking "how to hold it back?"
You sighed and told me that you are sorry.
And told me not to hate your family and I can put the blame on him.
But how can I hate him when I'm still so deeply in love with him?

I don't know what to say anymore
I don't think we were even speaking in our native language,
We were speaking in tears and nervous grief body language.

I told you not to apologize, and I completely understand
That sometimes, things can't always be the way we want them to be.
I would learn later that fate works in mysterious ways.

I catched myself staring at you, memorizing every detail of your face
Handling myself not to burst into tears.
Your eyes whispered to mine that they understood,
And you pulled me closer to your embrace.
It was warm, that is all I can think about.

You drove me home, and you parked your car before you dropped me off.
You asked me for one last hug before we say goodbye.

I stepped out of your car,
and now I know,
I know that we are only meant to cross each other path yet never going to walk on it together.
nina Jun 2016
i don't want to give up,
i don't want to let go,
i don't want to stop loving you.
but i have to.
because you still won't let me in
& you still can't love me right..
john shai May 2016
Sequestered in my home
Ingested by a poem
A whale swallowed me whole
Thank you sweet obsession

As the winds carry the words
Across the vast endless ocean
I hope a heart will bleed
As it is a poisonous potion

A drug so powerful
It could change the world
But its side effects still
too painful to behold
Depressed I feel
Enough to reel
At the sheer force
Distraught from remorse
How do you cope
A constant *****
Real but fake
Everything's at stake
Leslie Jade May 2016
15 year ago* ...
when she first felt the taste of rejection
when her father didn't show any affection
towards his family, & left them with no connection

9 years ago ...
he came back with flowery promises
& they believed, but it diminishes
back then, it was all worthless

5 years ago ...
her classmates start gossiping behind her
faking smiles infront of her
humiliating her when she turns

4 years ago ...
when he transferred school but faced the same perosnalities
heard different & painful stabbed profanities
left with no one to hold on

a year ago ....
she knew the word wrist & blade
knowing it could be the aid
for everything that has been made

Now ...
she's facing the obstacle of life
don't know if she could still handle
the pain it was giving her
or should she rather die
to be numb once again,
to run from the thornful road of her journey?
Sorin L Javerin May 2016
You see I'm hurting inside
You see that all I want to hide
But you also see that I want you
To hold me, to grip me and not let go

But this time when I push you
Away hoping, needing you to come closer
You don't, you walk away further
Than before, further than I pushed

But I guess that's fine...
For what more can I have but pain?
Pain runs through my poems line
Like all the tears hidden by the rain

Like all the scars on my heart,
And all of them on my mind,
But it's the ones that stain my soul
And make it red, well maybe before

It all got worse it was simply red
But now whenever I look in the
Mirror hoping to see a smile in
My own eyes all I see anymore is

Black void of sadness and pain
That plagues my soul hidden
Behind the light I took from the
Bulb and put in my eyes

Hidden behind the smile
Stolen from pictures on the web
That I glued to my face
But even though you see all this

You didn't push towards me,
No, all you did was leave me
To sink through my darkness,
To sink through my thoughts

That convince me you love
Someone else, my thoughts
That convince me theirs another
Lover always staring at you

In the form that I thought
Was explicitly mine to see.
Pain, it flows through my mine
like it flows through my soul

And through the lines of my poem,
I guess pain is the main constant
In my life, with sprinkles of disappointment
and pretense of happiness to make it

Taste like sugar as it runs
through who I am.
Thanks for showing me the light...
Actually, for taking it away when I needed it most...
If you know my real name, and if you're the one I love know this. This is NOT a break up poem. It's a poem of how I feel, of how dark everything I see has become, and how the light that I needed didn't even try to give more than a light push through the darkness that pervades me right now.
Julia Mae May 2016
99.
i get so choked up still
on all of these things
which no longer matter
maybe it's because
i wish that they still mattered
and didn't have to be tainted
with these aching
screeching
screaming
blood curdling
wanting
needing
fleeting
desires
taia May 2016
the silence is killing me.
     everyday we don't talk feels like eternity.

your blank stares are painful.
     it's enough to make me go mental.

i try to excuse you.
     but do you know what i'm going through?
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