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Mario Cervantes Apr 2016
I've forgotten where I belong
I forgot where I went wrong
Where am I from what is my home
I can not stand being alone
Homes wherever I'm with you
And now I see how that is true
There's plenty of fish in the sea
But you're the only one for me
As you swim away flashbacks appear
When we got high the atmosphere
The stars were the final frontier
My watery eyes let out a final tear
As I was letting go of your fingertips
I remembered the taste of your lips
It was a cherry scent that had me bent
To a certain extent I couldn't prevent
My knees got weak my heart gave in
You thought I wasn't worth saving
You need it love from me and her
You had us fooled but now I'm sure
You just preferred we coexist
Let's all just kiss no I insist
Wouldn't that be a pleasant twist
The lust for love you can't resist
You needed me was just a fact
Your love for her was to abstract
Your curiosity became a curse
Prehaps for better or for worse
But without you I am homeless
And without love I am hopeless
A mere wondering soul lost
Willing to find love at all cost
Balqis Fauziah Mar 2016
But why would you choose to love broken?
When the world is already in pieces?
Aren't you supposed to want whole, loved, and good?
Why would you work that much harder to search for me, just to prove I deserve love still? Underneath my darkness, the picked at scabs? I'm the ever so little amount of grains that could barely fit on your pinky finger. Filled with numbered happiness, unguaranteed strength for the people around her. For hersel-- myself. I am not worth saving. I am the whole universe, without all the stars, moons, planets. Just infinite black holes.
Nelsya Mar 2016
to who does speak
with nothing but words
crippling from the end of
the linked glass
between the lips
and the kiss

line of phrases
formed to emerge the soul
whose hidden within
another dimension
of the body itself

phrases came out gracefully
without any notice
while the lips hangs heavily,
the bones stand coherently,
and the tattered heart restrain poorly

to the one who does speak
owning only oneself
or not being heard
was not the problem—

—it was
the hollow feeling,
vacant presence of a body,
and another void
which could throw the soul
into a pitch black of darkness
with silenced thoughts and mouth
as no one is going to be there
to take a peek
or even save the ****** life
Scarlet Preysler Mar 2016
But how can you blame her?
She fell in love once.
With a boy who need saving himself.
She did everything
but there was no end to it.
She realized he need not
to be saved but to be loved.
Pauline Morris Feb 2016
On a cold winter day you could of found him here
Standing on the corner of 44th and Vine holding out his cup to anyone that comes near

"Brother can you spare a dime"
Most rush by they don't have time
No time to care about their fellow human
"He'll spend it on alcohol" most that paid attention was assuming

But what he really wanted was just enough
That even though he was looking gruff
He could go into the dinner and buy a cup
Sit awail and simply warm up
Maybe even dream a bit
Of how his younger years where spent

For at one time he was a son, a brother
Long ago his siblings moved, and alone he had buried his mother
At one time he was a husband, a Dad
But they left him all alone they were all he had

The fall had been slow
Inch by inch he had slowly let go
Now he finds himself ***** and haggard
Knowing that nothing at all mattered

His face is weather worn and wrinkled, a permanent frown
A battered, worn thin sock cap is his crown

All he had in life was on his back to help keep out the cold
Of the frezzing December snow that bitterly did blow
By his side a little dog, his one and only companion
In that dogs eye's he was a champion

For any food he managed to scrounge
He always feed that mutt first, any thing he found
That's the way you would treat your best friend
He knew that wonderful dog would stay with him till the end

After hours of standing in the bitter wind he finally gave up
There was not even a penny, empty was his cup
No one had taken pity
He was bone tired and weary

So he simply faded into the darkness of the night
Crawled into his cardboard box pulled, up his tattered thin blanket, held his little dog tight
Snuggled close togeather the frezzing cold the two togeather tried to fight
The kind cop that always checked on him, found them both there in the morning light

The night time temperature had been to brutal
The *** and his dog's attempt to stay warm had been futile
The cop made sure they were buried togeather
So they would always have each other forever

They lay there in the paupers grave
To bad the human race was to busy to care, he was not a nobody, he could of been saved!!
When you got home in the early morning hours
You said that you were with someone
I was not mad

When you told me how you met them
You had the night of your life
I was not mad

When you told me that you tried to leave their room
You were begged not to go
I was not mad

When you told me you felt so connected to them
You were their everything
I was not mad

When you told me how you placed your hands on their chest
You told me of the breaths you shared
I was not mad

When you fell into my arms, cried and told me
You had barely saved their life
I was so proud

-For all who have sacrificed for the well being of the unknowns-

-Brian Patrick O'Connor SR.- 2016
Nurses are strong. Read it to the end
Brian O'Connor 2016
I had a good relationship going
Now I'm worried I ****** it up
Worried I scared her off
I won't pretend to be fine
I won't give an empty promise to move on
I will not deny we had a few problems
I don't want to move on from her though
I want to save our relationship
I can lift you up to the sky
You can make me feel high
We will survive
It’s not to late to save our love
I don’t want to say goodbye
I am stuck on her like glue
Everybody knows I’m stuck up on her
Now I think I might die cause she’s leaving me
Leaving me to move on
She knows I need her though
She knows I won’t be able to move on
She's gonna be the death of me
Amy Jan 2016
I give so much that most times I don't even have enough left for myself.
Ava Bean Dec 2015
I am a therapy of sorts.
I can listen to your woes
Massage your tired feet
Perhaps make you some cookies
Or other kinds of treats.
But I am not medicine.
I cannot cure all your worries,
Or stop the consistent aching in your heart.
I cannot stop you from going over the edge
Or tearing yourself apart.
"My dad thinks I'm depressed and says I should be around you more because you make me so happy"
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