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cleobug Sep 2018
i’ve been thinking about you
i like the idea of you thinking about me

wish i could tell you what you mean to me
wish you’d believe me if i did

i love you but i’m not what you want
you love me but i’m not what you need

did my love for you make you feel anything?
did i at least make you feel something?

i hope you know i meant every word of it

all this love will **** me but i don’t think i mind
take my hand, take my whole life too

i’d rather argue with you than be with someone else

i didn't mean to hurt you
(but i'll do it again)

you killed me with that final kiss goodbye

it’s not only a bad day

the troublesome business of the universe constantly reminding me of you

people come and go
(their loss)

these tears will come and go

do i look as empty as i feel?

woke up said good morning
hope one day i’ll actually mean it

i never stopped loving you
i hope you’re well

may you find the peace you seek
you have shattered my heart into pieces
yet my love for you increases
i’ve got to have some diseases
to be sick enough and accept this fate
to bottle up all the words i ate
and not feel hate
but to wait
for you to feel the same
in this sick sad game
idk what i’m saying anymore
The unparalleled serenity
Of a misty mountain top,
That made me stop
Right in my tracks
As I was rambling on,
With a haze of clouds surrounding
I gazed at the top.
The winds of surrender
The sounds of thunder
Had me shook
Before that first breath
That I took
With surreal beauty in front,
Of which I was always in the hunt
The desolate hilltop,
Is where I wanted to start a bonfire
The exquisite brisk of solitude
Was rather great to set the mood
Nature is very welcoming, I pondered
That is when it hit me
We are all connected,
Through some invisible wire.
We fail to see that,
Because we are all prisoners of our desires.
What a perfect recluse
to try and find my muse.
Natural intervention in life is essential, especially when you love exploring the mountains.  It's about finding yourself amidst the mountains.
Passion Jun 19
A truth did I find
Though in all truth I was not the fist to give it mind
Many before me have found
What I am about to expound
That is that most look upon suicide as a victimless crime
While in truth it is the opposite and kills all at one time
For it insults all creation
It puts down every relation
It ends all for that person
And commands all to darken
By putting out their life
They quench all life
By saying they are done with the world
They declare themselves better than all the world
And though they accuses their behavior by some emotion
It does not justify their horrendous notion
For the ****** claims the same excuse
But they do this to no use
Tell me know,
Does this make sense?
Or should I, my rambling, dispense?
Tell me what you think...
I hide
beneath the rock
like a salamander
clings to streamside
once I held one
against my thumb,
on my palm it squirmed
the universe in its veins
and without a word
I returned it home
to moss green and rain-guzzling
my three-year-old
white Nike’s flooded and cracked
mud seeping through the soles.
Sanjali Jun 4
Need to write
A song or two
To ease the mind,
Let the strings be loose.

All my friends
Are here for none,
Yet I shall call them that
For it’s a short word.

Oh once upon a time
I would dance at nights,
Sing like an angel,
But I burned out inside.

A candle that’s lit
with a flame that hurts,
I still look within
To gather what I deserve.

But what is there?
Except dancing witches,
It seems they cursed me
And captured my wishes.

Fear not, I’m done.
Yet I haven’t begun.
Maybe one another day
I’ll rhyme this madness away.
Looking for a way to undo this curse
Quill Apr 18
Heres to the lovers
Heres to the ones who have never felt the same love mirrored back
Heres to the ones who love one another
Heres to the ones who have never seen themselves depicted in media
Heres to the ones who have seen themselves depicted in media, only to be killed off when the directors think that your story is over
Heres to the ones who love like no other
To the ones who love books on a rainy day, who love sipping coffee looking out a store window, who love staring up into the vast blue of an afternoon sky
Heres to the ones who love
Heres to the ones who try to love themselves
To the ones who try to love themselves because nobody will do it for them
To the ones who cradle their own face
To the ones who rub their thumb over their own cheek
Who toy with their own hair
Who hug themselves tight
Who hug pillows and blankets and walls
Who hug friends, family
Who will hug strangers
Heres to the lovers who will put the ******* spider back outside
Heres to the lovers
undermyfeet Apr 10
I am sad,
You don't love me
But you like me

Is that enough?

I could never know
I can't compare
No one will love me
Like I can

Why, love?
Why you? Why me?

And especially, why us?
speaking is a performance
the moment someone listens i'm put on a stage
with a little number in the corner of my view
grading my performance
grading how well i do

so when the audience goes home
and they all fall asleep
it leaves just my mirror and I
and the clock that reads three
just talking
to me

and though i ramble and ramble
as if someone were there
i enjoy that i am alone
that no one is there
to hear the last mistake i just made


oh my god were you listening to me the entire time-
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