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an0nym0us Oct 2019
Its been two years and a half but I still like you...
But I no longer see you...
I'm still concerned and wish to talk with you...
From time to time, I think about you...
How foolish of me.

I don't know if it's just me.
But I know you don't give a **** about me.
Honestly, you're still the fairest for me.
I guess fate is just not nice to me.
Still, best of wishes for you.
:')
Mazen Edlibi Oct 2019
They told me to Let it go... And...
I Found that I have nothing there to let go...
Still searching for that song that to be sang!
Still looking for that life to be lived!
Still aiming to reach the beat that shows I'm alive!

I'm wondering If.... there are answers to those questions;

Are dues still not yet paid?
Are sins not yet repented?
Are wounds not yet healed?
Am I still having a human's heart?
Am I still holding that soul which will guide me?
Am I still pure?
BEK Oct 2019
Rid me of this burdensome curse
A power envied by many
Yet I have no desire for such

Let your eyes twinkle
Illuminating all that is beautiful and kind

With no influence from
The fright inducing hypnosis
Inside these piercing black eyes
This is the world we live in
Where chaos mimics a negative nature
And dreams lie in the silence
Nightmares come alive at night
And people become criminals
In order to embrace the violence

There is no escape
There is no hesitation

This is where we make choices
Even if it takes that choice
For us to learn our lesson
However, beneath this stigma
There is hope
There is a history, surveillance
Of our overcoming and persistence

It's things like this that make our world
So beautiful, yet so fragile
This world is nothing more than a grain of sand
In a beach full of stars
So before it's too late, we need to break free
Of our outer demons
And embrace our inner angels
For today, we are alive
In a world gone awry.
This is the first version of my poem, "A World Gone Awry," that I wrote on the way to work one morning. I ended up writing a second version of it, and I may possibly write a third in the future. At the time I wrote it, I wasn't sure what to think, but as time went on, it grew on me, and I recently performed this version of the poem at a Coffee House, this year. It was an awesome moment, and I'm glad I had the chance to share this poem with my friends, and others. I'm just as glad to have the chance now to share this piece with you all. I hope you enjoy, and find something to like in it. Thank you for reading! ^^
Hunter Sep 2019
Our love is a friendship that caught fire,
It’s sharing and confident,
It shares loyalty through the bad,
And the good times.
It allows less than perfection,
But makes allowance to human weakness.

Our love can’t be seen or measured,
However its strong enough to change me in a moment,
Offers us more joy than any material possession could.
Our hearts see what's invisible to the eye.
Love doesn’t make the world go round,
But it's what makes my ride worthwhile.

This is easily,
The most beautiful,
And the best thing in the world.
Like I said it can’t be seen,
Or even touched!
It can simply be felt by the heart.

Love.
Love is to love someone for who they are,
Who they were,
Who they are going to be.
To love and be loved is everything.
I love you J.J.L.
I've been putting thought to how my life is with my lover, and honestly its amazing. Despite my flaws and the risk in the career I want, you still look at me with the same love as when I first met you.
an0nym0us Sep 2019
Its raining heavily, I'm stuck in the mud.Struggling, trying to stay still...
I am helpless and can't escape.

Before, I wasn't stuck in here, but when I saw her pulling them up; One by one, they all break free. They all rejoice while she still suffers.

I couldn't bare it much longer. I took a step and pulls her. Her other half is free at a distance but still miserable behind its own cage.

I have decided to take a risk. I'm aware that there's no turning back.
I chose to take her place and free her; even if it means I'll be the one to suffer.

I wipe her tears with my hand. Wore my smile and tell her it's fine. I promise I will free her from such burden. And see her soothing smile at me again.

The more I pull the more I sink, but its fine...so long as she's freed. I will give her my all even I sink deeper. My life is nothing in  exchange for her freedom.
Her happiness is my happiness even if it means I sacrifice my own life and well being. I am willing to give my all.
Mary Frances Sep 2019
That's the thing about having a broken heart.
When the love you felt was true and pure,
it still hurts overtime.
No matter how long time has passed,
the scar is as painful as the wound.
It's a ticking time bomb.
When triggered, you burst to tears.
Crying all the questions and regrets you have over the years.
And sometimes all you can do is breathe in deep
as there are certain pain and tears you try so hard to keep.
Grace Haak Sep 2019
it's white
so pure
so fresh
so clean
so tell me why the red that flows
looks like a scar, so mean?
it's sparkly
so fluffy
so new
so light
so tell me why the red that flows
looks just like blood, so bright?
it's racing and racing
and flowing and falling
leaves a scrape and a streak
as it runs down the peak
a strange sled of red
down a white snowy head
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