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J Michael Apr 2019
“Paul’s dilemma”
A headline of my life
Hidden passions of doing
The things I ought not
While the things I should
Exacerbate a shyness of action
I drain the precious resource
Like a religion I’ve committed
Lord knows my vices
And time as always
A fox beneath the vine
Cindra Carr Apr 2019
There is an infinite awareness
That each of my days are littered with the past
Bogged down in the sludge of regrets
The fine mist of mistakes coat my hands
As I push through each day
The only relief is the realization of self worth
That is lost in the tides of life

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JonahAlonso Apr 2019
Do you ever wonder of the love that could have been?
Of the one that makes you feel seen?
That makes you feel understood

If only your misaligned fates could be rewritten
If only words and looks could be enough
If only comfort wasn't so deceiving, like an insect trapped in the sticky sweetness of molasses  
If only you could claw them out of your conscience

Because another has arrived in their stead
Has swept you off your feet and grounded you all at once
Has shown you that you do not need to know or completely understand
To appreciate, to love, to respect

Because despite your differences they have offered you their life
They have asked for yours in return
You want to give them that and more
You want to show them how much you appreciate being taught that taking the plunge does not mean drowning
That you can find refuge in the unknown

But how do you stop longing for your soulmate when you've found the love of your life?
I want them both and I hate myself a little more every time I think about it because I have already chosen.
John Seth Apr 2019
I have gobs and heaps of regrets
Not of fallacious things I did
But of the lost moments and times
that loop my mind like a proplyd

Grasp those moments! Savor those times!
They depart as fast as they show
So kiss her twice and take that chance
If you don't try, you'll never know

Life is too short, so live it well
Em MacKenzie Apr 2019
I remember the “reset” button
on my Sega Genesis
and my N64 as a child.
With a quick **** of my hand,
all my mistakes, and problems
could be solved.
I’d get a fresh start,
a new chance to win what I lost.
Almost every single day
I wish for a “reset” button on life.
Instead, I’ll have to settle
for an incomplete game
with achievements unlocked,
with no extra content,
and the lowest of low scores.
Francie Lynch Apr 2019
I found a hole in my bucket list
Like an hourglass
My dream are slipping,
Dripping on my bare floor.

I should be really ******
Because I'll miss
Entering through unknown doors.

I haven't time to fix the hole,
The grains are moving,
And Mammy's calling her babes home.

My favourite just hit the ground,
Like a blood stain,
Or a sewer vein,
It  makes not a sound.

Two floats in the air,
Three's on the lip,
Four swirls near a hole,
The remaining dreams
Are caught in the eddy;
The final drop's precariously ready.

Eliza's fix would surely falter,
My bucket list can't hold water.
Poetress2 Mar 2019
You and I are different,
not cut from the same cloth;
We **** heads everyday now,
both wanting to be the boss.
~
You have your set of interests,
and I have my own too;
Together we are night and day,
things we have in common are few.
~
We simply have no chemistry,
and a lack of passion we share;
The tension felt between us both,
lingers heavily in the air.
~
It's not often we see "eye-to-eye,"
so we happen to clash every time;
For when you're angry, you explode,
while I simply sit there and cry.
~
Pain we've both dealt ourselves,
is not easy for us to forget;
It holds us down like an Anchor,
and we drown on our own regrets.
~
No longer can we feel our love,
that use to stick like glue;
Perhaps it died, along with trust,
each one of us once knew.
Fox Friend Mar 2019
And sometimes,
when The Hurting is not tangible enough
& I am not done letting Sorrow
pick at my bones

I will reread conversations from before
That Relationship fell apart
& scroll through old photos
from before the Third Attempt

& Sadness will cradle me
in the dead space between late night & early morning
where the What Ifs & the Could Haves
track me down
Jay M Mar 2019
Motionless in your bed,
Voices echoing in your head,
Memories flowing in and out,
So many regrets,
Too many things I should have gone without...

I'm lost and it kills me,
Inside,
I'm numb inside,
Waves crashing over me,
Somehow I live,
Somehow I need it,
Just to go on;
Those toxic waves,
That artificial happiness,
The feeling of being alive...

- Jay M
March 25th, 2019
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