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Amanda Kay Burke Sep 2018
Passed you in the hall today
It was good seeing you smile
Why don't you ever stop?
So we can chat for awhile.

Always been there for me
Each time I needed to vent
Lately it feels like I'm trapped
On a seperate continent.

What happened to how we were?
Secrets we used to share?
Silence settled in somehow
Now it's coursing through the air.

Left wondering what went wrong
Did I change too much for your mind to take?
Bet you're tired of helping me
Bounce back from every mistake.

Guess I was choosing roads
Guiding away from your direction
I was misled along the path
I lost all your affection.

Two different people now
Feel your disappointed gaze
Watch me walk away from you
I recede into the maze

You are immersed in happiness
Unaware of our lives drifting apart
I am wishing that things could be
Like they were at the start.

I long to feel close again
If only we could go back
Even with a time machine
Would I be able to get my life on track?

I am not the same person
I was the day I met you
But if you would look a little harder
There is still a glimpse of the me you knew.
This was written a long time ago about  drifting apart from a close friend
han Sep 2018
in an effort to be original, unique & different
we really all end up the same
your independent stance
and your expostulation
is hackneyed
we all seem like social justice warriors
fighting the same core issue
with different diction
9/24/18~han
Colm Sep 2018
I am too much of an all or nothing
Not enough of a contented now

An exhale warm in the breath of time
And a tall windmill standing still

With a quiet mind that won't shut up
And an open mouth to catch the rain

Unceremoniously I stand
On a world of ever encircling change

And I am the same
Am I the same?
Who knows if I was always this way? Definitely not me... Lol. Question mark? Lol.
Secret Whispers Sep 2018
Papá, I’m sorry for all the wrong turns I’ve made along the road,
When help and support was all you showed.

You tried to warn me that the world can be cold,
But I become weak and so I fold.
You teach me to be righteous and bold,
But I find a way to cope.. and you know the rest.. it’s the same old..

And I know it’s not fair,
I can’t let you see me this way even though you say you’re always there.
Please, be aware.
I’m smiling now, I don’t want to give you a scare..
Papá bear.
Not everything is what it seems to be. I’m sorry, I’m trying..

“Hay mucha maldad en la vida, Hija. Tienes que ponerte lista.”
Krizhe Ming Sep 2018
How interesting
They treat me like I'm strange
But act just the same
We are all strange then. Which make us ordinary... not strange at all.
Matteo Palermo Sep 2018
If I told you my secret, would you feel the same?
Would we share the same intimacy?
Is it really a secret when It's begging to be told.
Secrets feel like some type of forbidden mystery.
Trapt away never to be told.
Only those who witnessed it know.
But you witnessed it and still do not.
It won't be my secret forever
It'll soon be yours too.
EP Robles Sep 2018
DOES LOVE TREMBLE?

PALPITATIONS LIKE THE
SURFACE OF A CYMBAL!

when sun ignites
romance's flame
or when two hearts
resemble

   a Gordian knot--

oh! so simple, surly not!
tidal waves that crush
the shores of souls!

:: ~~ ::
twisting, curving, knotting, knowing, blowing and cursing life at times is living.
Shofi Ahmed Sep 2018
When I see the same star
every night, I ask
where did you go
at the end of the last night?

Skipping the gap!
It always gives me
the same reply.
See you tomorrow night!
I wonder as one read this poem what pops up in the mind in terms of life, nature and the time and space?
Brandon Conway Aug 2018
Three bottles in
after a day of the same ****.

Can I compose a poem?
I doubt it.

Maybe another drink will help
then I can be like Bukowski
who has seen more style in dogs
than in men.

Well he isn't wrong is he?

I go to work
to listen to same old tales
of how his wife
keeps falling down
how there's another gun show
this weekend
how this week the diet
is gonna begin
how this company is sinkin'.

And I agree
it's all going to the bottom
of the dark sea
and for some reason
this thought makes me
happy.
A M Ryder Aug 2018
Sometimes our lives are made up of the same stories with the same beginnings and the same endings and things happen the same way almost every time.
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