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Bernnard AF Sep 2018
Something is coming
We just cant keep running
Though we have no clue
All we have is you
Lets raise our glasses of wine for the last time
We will attack,we will wait for no sign
Would you save us?

The sun moved faster than we could
All we found is shadows in this lonely wood
Now there's no way out
Sounds of fear and death is getting loud
We were not born to lay down our amor
we fight for freedom and honor
Would you save us?

A voice keep whispering, you are not going to make it
Yes, but this is the path we've chosen, we'll take it
There's no way out from this battle
Let my last words get to my people
Let my last strength give them victory
This is the beginning of a new story
WOULD YOU SAVE US?
#Death #pain #Regrets #War
Red Brush Sep 2018
What was left unspoken
Then became our scars.
What was blest and spoken
Now a memorable farce.
kiran goswami Sep 2018
And she's still standing there,
On the shore of her memories.
With her lost dreams and forgotten laughs,
With her vanished hope and obliviated time.
With her stolen reminisces and extinct days.
In the blink of an eye, the time flew by,
In the flash of an eye, the seventeen year old grew up, why...
And she's still standing there,
Slowly sinking down the earth.
Wondering when did she lose it all.
When did she lose her smile,
When did she lose her mother's hug.
When did she lose her golden days,
When did she lose her life.
When did she turn thirty.
In the blink of an eye, the time flew by,
In the flash of an eye, the seventeen year old grew up, why...
The korean drama 'Thirty but Seventeen' inspired me to write this.
CautiousRain Sep 2018
I have never desired something more
Than to go back in time
To tell myself I love her.
So I guess I have to just tell her now.
The most precious things
Are free and without fee
Can’t be measured by gold
Can be shared but never sold

Regrets are too easy to gain
Mistakes are plenty to be seen
But to choose what is right
Is harder than showing one’s might

Life is just between B and D
The beginning is the Birth of thee
The end shall be thy Death’s embrace
All life, specially the human race

Now what is life? The question that time can’t ****
The center of B and D as you can see is C
The C here refers to our Choices procured from thy will
The Yes and No’s, The Do’s and Don’ts of you and me

All of this isn’t meaningless
Just imprint it on in your mind
The world may be huge and boundless
But hey! It’s just a matter of perspective, isn’t it?
Roselyn Sep 2018
I wish i could take back the words that were said
They hurt more than they should have
Our friendship crashed into the void of silence
For what? For a meaningless object that has little to no value over what was losted
I wish i could rewind time and fix what is now broken
The tears that swell up and the heart break deep in my chest
Afia Sep 2018
I'm sorry
If I woke you up last night
My pen told me secrets in whispers
And I carved scars and tales
Of silly incantations and
old fallen trees
Of silver days in summer breeze
and tattered amber sundresses
Of apple bites and ripe grapes
near the broken glass on the carpet; they decayed
Ashes danced on my lips; sculpting poems on my skin
and flicking cigarette on my wounds
Smudged mascara and dulcet memories
Leather fabricated journals of vintage times
hiding crisp carcasses of yellow daises
Euphonious chortles and
early morning smiles
Forgotten tea leaves in the teapot
and ginger bread turning cold
Sun rays, like gold dust, sparkling in the air
Through the tall trees of a forest
hanging on the clouds in despair
First day of Spring, magical it is
like a caterpillar's fate
Silky cocoon, shiny chrysalis,
emerging out as a butterfly
Leaving as old and embracing the new
Igniting the sky over my purple roof
Aa Harvey Sep 2018
Nothing is all I have become


I am resigned, to having no design, because I am not high right now,
So I cannot remember how I used to float inside a cloud.
But back in the day, sometimes I was up there, sometimes down;
But I could never find my way out,
Because I only ever seemed to drown.


I wallowed in a sea of my own self-induced misery;
Life just carried me along, because I allowed it to take me.
I was trapped,
By a constant lack,
Of money or activity.


I just sat there alone, toking on the ****,
But now I have cleared my head of those times I forget.
I will not remember, because that’s just a page in my story
And the chapter about regret, I have already read.


So I will paint it black, like they said in that song;
How can I be smiling, when everything is wrong?
I am a miserable ***, who couldn’t give a ****!
About a thing I could not change,
Because it will still remain the same.


So why waste my time inside a head of self-doubt?
When I could be dreaming of escaping…
One day I will find a way out.


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