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witchy woman Jan 2015
A small ripple in a vast river body, that would strike up no particular conversation.
Perhaps it was just a figure of your imagination

& tell me, does life ever really change?
When we get turned around
& swept up in all the fast-paced daily moments- blind.
Everything's the same baby,
just rearranged
a maze of moving staircases,
every soul climbing towards
the light
dangled dauntingly
above their heads

But tell me if you're all so afraid to die, why do you work yourselves to death?
Does money fill the gaps of time spent apart?
Do possessions talk for the conversations we could never start?
But please don't be alarmed,
I stitch my own seams on this broken heart
You see they're not pretty
to the sight or touch
But scar tissue never bothered me much

Just promise me,
you'll tell me if I'm never enough
I'll crumble this weary heart in an eyeblink
and form another from its dust.
I won't heart-broken or crushed
The shell of the figure
I used to be grew
a skin mighty tough.
I can be anywhere you want me to be
and nowhere at all
I can be your first priority
or the last one you call.
As long as you
Tell me
You love me
Baby,
I wont be sorry

face first, I fall


*I'm really lovely, underneath it all
Its been a year today since she died
Ive got a lot on my mind
Scatttered here there. Everywhere
baselessfears Mar 2014
i was scared that you would be like the rest.
i spent so much time trying to make you prove you were,
i failed to realize that you were different.

we sat in the neighborhood and watched the sky.
we talked about god, why i didn't believe.
you explained to me why you did.

i don't know where i'm at right now,
because it's been so long and you're still mad.
(but i am too)

i don't know what i'm trying to say,
and i know that you'll never see this.
i'm just having a bad day and i decided to pray...

you brought me to something i never thought i'd see,
i don't know if it's God, but i know i believe in something.
because whatever's up there brought you to me
when i needed you more than anything.

i told you that you saved my life.
i meant that.
i loved you then, i love you now, and i'll love you forever.
i just wanted you to know that.
Ashley Reem Jan 2015
It's hard to sleep
It's easy to weep
I can't count sheep
This means to me
To me, it's easy
Easy to breath
When something goes wrong
I try to find the positives in me
But your feelings are hurting
And so are mine
I'm finding it hard to define this line
Why should I care about the matter that doesn't?
It doesn't because you were there and I wasn't
Have you ever been placed somewhere you do not want to be?
Have you imagined what you would be doing if you were free?
When I pass people I wonder if they see my face in their dreams
Often, I confuse my dreams with reality and my reality with my dreams
So nothing is real
And now I can sleep.
Jo Hummel Dec 2014
You think you're something special
brought up under love and protection
taught to go and be free-
but Freedom does not come without seeking a reward.
Stuck on the streets or in rough situations
nobody knows your name or story, they don't care
get your job done and go home because the world doesn't want you until you can offer it something.
It's easy to find faith in another
so similar you are
working two full time jobs a piece just to make ends meet
in the same place an (armed) man was gunned down last week.
You don't know his name or story, you don't care
you just want to get your job done and go home because you don't want the world until it's offering you something
and you've found someone to share your burdens with.
Just a thought I've been having the past few weeks. I was brought up being told how intelligent I am and how many things I can accomplish if I want to. I didn't think about the world's opinion about me until I stepped into it. I thought everyone would think I was special, but, to a stranger, I'm just some girl they just so happened to glance at.
Reality is frightening.
Savannah Jane Dec 2014
you tell me you are falling
falling for my eyes
falling for my smile
falling for my sweetness
falling for my craziness
and my dorky side
and you like to tell me
that i'm perfect
even when
my eyes don't shine
my smile isn't real
and i'm not so sweet
and my crazy likes to get the
better of me
and you especially like telling me
when i'm rambling
and talking myself in circles
much like i am now.
i wonder what you'd think of this poem.
Aoife Teese Nov 2014
it's hard to face the eternal grandeur of the cosmos
where every dark, empty space is full of mysteries
that are unfathomable distances away


i wonder if the star i'm looking at tonight
in the space on it's left, a couple million light years past
has a planet with a being
who feels the same things i do
while looking at the sky
A: A supernova remnant
Amanda Nov 2014
Your last words are still the fuel to my insanities,
and they never seem to run dry.
They're a force to be reckoned with,
and dare I not even try to understand.

"Do we hug, shake hands, or should I just walk away?" I asked.
You smiled that same smile and reached your arms around me,
and you whispered, "We hug."
You told me goodbye, and that was the end.
I never once saw you at the train station,
and I never did pass by your figure in a store window.
You were gone with the wind,
and sometimes I wish
that you had let me go
with you.
Tippity tap
Flippity flop
Splish splash
Drip drop

Two eyes
One mouth
Two ears
Still uncouth

A melody fills my ears
As symphonies cause cheers

Hiccup cough
Drip and drop
Wheezing sobbing
And stop

Ten fingers
One pencil
Piece of paper
But merely a doodle

A melody fills my ears
As the audience cries silent tears.
I know this poem may not make much since, but these are a lot of the things I notice when I am trying to calm myself down after a breakdown.
Kels Nov 2014
Nights like these are when I look forward to knowing you the most.
When  I'm laying in bed, chasing sleep, and losing.
When I'm tossing and turning because I'm anxious.
When my hair is falling messily out of my already messy bun.
When I'm coughing because I refused to drink that disgusting cold medicine again.
When I'm thinking too much.
When I'mm praying with everything that I am.
When I'm on my phone to pass the time.

And my mind is racing and my heart is beating and I'm finally exhausting myself into a slumber.

And then I roll over into your arms and collapse into your warmth and your comfort and just for a second I listen to your rhythmic breathing singing me a lullaby as I drift off to sleep with a smile on my face.

Nights like these are when I look forward to knowing you the most.
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