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samantha page Jan 2017
what do you do
when you don't have much of a will to live
but of course
you don't want to die either?

what do you do
when life isn't making any sense
and no one
has discovered the meaning yet?

what do you do
when you can't tell what's real or not
especially when
there's nobody to help you?

what do you do
when you have so many questions
and then
no answers to any of them?
LifeBeauty13 Jan 2017
My Love,to understand is to listen
but you must first allow my heart to speak
We cannot hide anymore,it hurts to deeply
our smile has been the thread that sowed our love together
but we are unraveling and our smile is a fake lie
Truth must be our lantern to lighten our path,
if there is a path together,but I see a fork in the road
Do I choose you,or do I choose me choosing you
I feel so lonely in your embrace
what do I do My Love
do you still love me,want me
Too many questions and no answers
Division is the pain that stabs the deepest.
tl b Jan 2017
Do flowers have the choice to grow?
Do we choose? Do you know?
Do branches have the choice whether to bend of break?
Is this life's course? Is it too much to take?
Does the wind choose when to blow?
Does it get to choose when to stand still?
Do leaves drop at their own free will?
Do trees long to age past our time?
Where are answers to these questions of mine?

Look inside, look around.
From Earth to sky back to the ground.
Jaderbug dreams Jan 2017
As it came for me to leave this place,
All I could think about was your loving embrace,

You were growing further and further apart,
Shattering my heart,

So I decided to put my love on the line,
But I guess I was out of time,

I left and you stayed never knowing how I felt,
How you made me melt,

So I wrote a letter,
I should have known better,

Yet I wrote that letter and hit send,
Hoping that my heart could mend,

You left me questioning,
Everything unanswered,
Always wondering how you felt,
Never knowing the possibility of us.
Li Jan 2017
**
my bones
weren't broken

and the heart
doesn't have bones, right?

but why..

why does
it hurt
*every night?
hi, I love you.
Blossom Jan 2017
We all do know this is true

That life one day we must leave

By a gruesome unwilling way

Or by the time of aging naturally

But the thing I must now implore

Is your thoughts on a life after this

As I lay unmoving in my stony grave

Will my soul feel as if it's amiss?

So mermaids, humans, elven and wolves

Please give me a piece of your time

What do you think become's of our souls

While our bodies rest buried beneath lime
Enigma GD Dec 2016
Kaleidoscopic intoxication
Planetarial mental immigration
Observation of the general population
The "civilization" hallucination
Control of all the corporations
Propaganda propagation
Colouration discrimination..
Humanitarian emancipation

The sky is falling...
Buddy T Dec 2016
I wish I could be stronger than I really am
i feel silly, crying over these pointless things
I wish the voices in my head would let me be
I want someone to cry with me

is this world really mine?
could I belong somewhere else?
to be sad when the sun is out
a feeling of longing when nothing is gone

I wish for a color that does not exist
a place I have not seen
run away to a galaxy bigger than this
a meaning larger than life

I wish to find myself
to be more than I am
to know why my heart cries
I have lost my life to the stars
crying over meaningless things leads to poems with no thought
11:54

A clock glares upon me like the devious desert sun.
How many times have these hands made this voyage?
The sands seem so vastly changed from yesterday

11:55

A single minute vanished in midair so soon
Did that moment matter? Did it mean more than time?
Minutes together create time but alone stand hollow

11:57

Life slips away with this departing time
Still I sit here staring at a comical clock
The unforgiving frozen mess that is my world

11:58

A heavy awareness of time voids its' truths
This clock being watched laughs in secrecy
Moments stolen; memories changed by these hands

12:00

Another day finished and again air is stale
The time has arrived to surrender again
Seconds that will never come again have passed
Minutes that never came will come again today
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