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Sim Apr 3
perhaps I was only a tribute to your pride
perhaps you sought refuge in moments of raw desire
perhaps the nobility of loving was too much to ask for.
mks Mar 17
between
the chaotic wild fires of your thoughts
and
the inherent hesitance of your mouth,
you stutter.
sky Mar 5
I grasped it
and held the air tight
I caught it!
it's in my
empty
hand.
-empty
That's fine
I hold it
harder
my nails break skin
my nails break bone
gone
empty
over and over
and over
and, and, and
They've started chanting now
the.. voices
they. them.
not real though.
my room is empty.
and if I say that enough
then the voices will be
gone.
perhaps
I've made them up
perhaps
they made me
rgz Feb 25
The dance of the wounded
ensnares and enthralls
Such graceful steps taken
to the edge of a fall
But the dance of the wounded
is no dance at all
And fingerprints don't wash
from a porcelain doll

Cracked and so fragile
with paint all a mess
The tears that you spilt
have all washed out your dress
A beauteous feature
of shadow's unrest
An immaculate creature
left to fear and distress

Such a massive burden
For one so small
And what am I to do
faced with orders so tall?
I'd love to take you home
and put you up on the wall
But I've no space for you
I've no place at all
I could never take care
of a porcelain doll
Somewhat inspired by Mark S writing this lovely piece
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https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3003714/she-danced-in-the-clover/
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So cheers for that, Mark
Ru Jan 16
Perhaps I was too much of a coward,
to not be able to express my feelings
to you, whom I loved.

Perhaps if I had more courage,
I wouldn’t be where I am today,
watching you from the sidelines,
always hoping, wishing,
yet never being fulfilled.

Perhaps if you didn’t notice me,
then I wouldn’t have had false hopes,
to continue dreaming,
knowing it would never happen in reality.

Perhaps if I had never seen you
in the first place,
I wouldn’t have fallen so hard,
but it’s too late for that.

Perhaps,
I wouldn’t have liked you from the start,
if you had never existed in my life,
but why must you?

Why must you make me fawn over you,
treating every interaction with you as a treasure?

Why must you make me so head over heels,
just because your smile lights up my life?

Why must you make me,
make me unable to get over you?

Why must you make me such a mess in front of you,
blushing and unable to say a word?

Why, perhaps if I wasn’t such a coward,
I wouldn’t be here writing this.
being in a one-sided love with someone who doesn't know, yet too afraid of the consequences after confessing, thus choosing to remain and suffer in silence, and often blaming that someone for making them so easy to fall in love with; where it is easy to imagine scenarios, but fantasies hardly ever come true in reality.
IncholPoem Jan 14
Perhaps

    
While  driving

on the  hill   roads
of    France
Do not  say 'perhaps'.



It  is   after  the
      blood nil    accident
                 occurred.


You  were  needed to
             slow  the speed 'perhaps'.


Before  marriage
a  *** is  needed
to  know  the  firstness  
of   it  'perhaps'.



After  divorce
it  will  not    work
to  stay   alone
it  can  not  be
applied "perhaps'.
Drifting whilst asleep as
If floating like a dream within a dream so real It all seemed
Suddenly start to slowly sink there Is no panic as I sank deeper and deeper beautiful clear warm blue water down further I go still no
panic
It's almost an acceptance of the Inevitable can no longer able to see the surface
sunk so
deep
I feel my eyes are closing can't breathe but still no panic It them then that I awake
Realising It was all but a dream to what was the meaning of the dream I do not know or perhaps It meant nothing at
all
Strange dream I had what It meant I do not know or perhaps It meant nothing at all
Johnny walker Dec 2018
I'm sat In my cafe coffee In hand trying to think what to write when a thought crosses my mind having lost my
wife
I wonder what God has In store for me what little
surprises
Waiting to jump out of my now sad and lonely life and bite me on the ***, perhaps a wake-up
call
Thinking maybe ready for a wake up call perhaps over
due
Johnny walker Dec 2018
I'm sat In my cafe coffee In hand trying to think what to write when a thought crosses my mind having lost me
wife
I wonder what God has In store for me what little
surprises
Waiting to jump out of my now sad and lonely life and bite me on the ***, perhaps a wake-up
call
Thinking maybe ready for a wake up call perhaps over
due
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