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Lead me to your bedroom and lay me down on a box of glass
Take me like the others you drowned in to keep away your past
Moan someone else's name I want to feel your every gasp
As you **** me like they all ****** with you, at last
The irony is bitter,
Sour...
But it will pass
I love you to the depths of my soul and wounded heart
But this can be the only way I realize this too fast
Thinking too much will only **** you,
Come to me baby
Let's give this one more chance
Kitts Apr 2015
I** used to have so much faith
I  used to believe love would last
But now all I know is that love
Can be over so very fast
  
I have loved so many boys and men
But never has it lasted for very long
Either my feelings fade or theirs do
Either way love has done nothing but wrong
  
I hope to someday find a reason
To believe in love again
But until that day comes my way
I believe saying pointless "I love you"s" a sin
Lillian Harris Apr 2015
I am
A street without a name
A pictureless frame
A dull knife
A still life

I am
A question mark
A smothered spark
An unread book
A stolen look

I am
A blank page
An empty stage
A heavy sigh
A passer-by

I am
A ship with paper sails
A train on rusted rails
A flightless bird
A Dream Deferred

I am
An overcrowded mind
A word that hasn't been defined
A lighthouse that no longer stands
Two feet sinking in the sand.
Michael Hughes Apr 2015
What does a man do with his time, when his time is meaningless?
When all the years of productivity, produces for someone else.
Fruits not eaten nor enjoyed seem to rot when put away,
For the promise of a future meal at a table you may not make.

How do you maintain a purpose, when you lose the sight of youth?
When your memories are dreamlike, and struggle for their proof.
When dreams intertwine with memories and the past it blends away,
And the plateau that you finally reach is just another dusty plain.

Confined upon the seas of time, this voyage we’re ****** upon.
Are we indentured to the helm of this mighty ship we’re on?
For billions seem to sail this line sans the few that drift away.
Who navigates the future, when the clouds block out the way.

What future shores do I hope to hear the crow call out to me?
When the journey nears completion, with no youth to reverie.
Will I come to on the beaches of a new and pristine land?
Or will the currents ferry me away, never to be seen again.
Alan S Bailey Apr 2015
At every turn
You all blow my mind,
Why is this so?
Are the cloudy shapes a sign?
Where do you all get off
Taking my best wit, my best
Arguments, and flush them
Down the tube like it had
Absolutely nothing it meant?

Besides pushing me off
A balcony when I'm sad,
I may as well have the joy
In knowing that I'm here,
But just a fool who's only mad.

My final moments could be
A painful one, I've lost my
Friends, there is no lover in
My life, this wasted time I
Spend, I'll rather my work
Is never done then find myself
At these horrific bitter ends.
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Alan S Bailey Apr 2015
I write poems because it fills my world with stuff,
Stuff that originated from someone who inspired me,
That inspiration makes me feel this is enough,
Enough to be the one who with a pen can set rhymes free,
I find poetry gets famous as long as the writer isn't me.

It's just a thing I've noticed, this word or that one,
Bouncing off of the walls, filling the world with
Fighting, or maybe scrolling blankness in the halls.

It will all develop somehow, this poetic pointless tail,
Maybe I'll be famous, but we all know the truth as well.
I'll just go down in misery-not history-as being "someone,"
A starving poet, a musician, just another stupid useless ***.
Alan S Bailey Apr 2015
Look if you don't like my poetry
That's perfectly ok,
Lord knows I'm such a failure,
And they **** anyway!
Alan S Bailey Apr 2015
If I had a dime for every poem or song I wrote
That never made it, I'd be a millionaire,
If I had to survive by my own creations,
Be my own boss, I'd be a total dead scare.
Alan S Bailey Mar 2015
I have a little light left by the stream,
Between the narrow side walk
And the highway that ran over
My silly pointless nature dreams.
Dina Mar 2015
You don't know me.
You wouldn't even if you tried.
You don't know me.
You haven't seen the tears I've cried.
I've been so strong...
For so long.
I just want to give up now.
Not even my loved ones know this secret.
But I'll tell you just this once...
Sometimes its not the heartbreak that burns.
Sometimes its not the person who hurt you.
Sometimes its not the memories you left behind.
Sometimes...
Its when your drowning in the deep
Begging for help
Pleading for release
Then no one notices.
Not even the ones who say
'I love you'
But the funny thing is...
I bet now that you know.
Things will be the same.
I'll walk around with a heavy heart and bear the pain.
So I was right.
You don't know me.
Even if you tried.
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