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Pedro Batista Jul 2017
I see you're feeling down again
And no one in the world can understand
You may not mean the world to me
But I assure there is still a world for you to see

Tell me where it burns
The scars of what was once told
The memories that haunt your days
The sleepless nights you fill with rage
Why do you give them the attention they seek
Those memories are only there to haunt your dreams
To make a windmill out of your mind
Mowing away the sanity inside

You may not mean the world to me
But I have been there and I know what you see
I know how the numbness feels right
But you need to face the pain to shine bright

The numbness tucks you in
And invites you to an endless sleep
Until you sleep eternaly

Embrace the pain that makes you grow
Look forward and go with the flow
And if the light dims again
Just prepare for one more journey ahead

The journey will never be easy
The journey will always feel hard
But when you fulfill it my friend
You will feel like a shinning star

And if you fall down again
Learn with what you lost and walk instead
There's always something in life worth your time
So don't give up on it while blind
For all those who fell in the void and struggle to win motivation to get out
Cherisse May May 2017
I've always been
The rock
Underneath the gems;
Nothing but a barrier to others.

I'm always the ugly duck;
An eyesore
But follows the group
Even if I don't belong

I'm never special
Nor unique,
Nor interesting.
And yet I pretend to be.

I'm too scared to say something
In case the world hears
How pathetic I sound
And criticizes me again.
I don't even know anymore.
jia Apr 2017
Ang sakit pala,
Na binabalewala mo lahat ng alaala.
Na hindi mo na ko kilala,
Ang sakit pala.

Ang sakit pala,
Na maiwang walang wala.
Na makuhanan rin ng pera,
Ang sakit pala.

Ang sakit pala,
Na maging estranghero ako sayo bigla.
Na maghintay ng walang napapala,
Ang sakit pala.

Ang sakit pala,
Na makita kang may kasamang iba
Na alagang alaga mo siya,
Ang sakit pala.

Ang sakit pala,
Na magmukhang tanga.
Na maloko habang nagmamahal ka,
Ang sakit pala.

Ang sakit pala,
Ng lahat ng dinarama.
Na dahil sayo kaya sinusulat ang tula,
Ang sakit pala.
Para sa'yo, gago.
Rachna Beegun Apr 2017
I’m too sentimental. I can’t wander back through the memory lanes without feeling like it’s bleeding out of me. All the tender memories slowly drains out my color at night, only for sleep to bring a transfusion. All these small things shouldn’t matter so **** much but still it does. I think, that's the cruel fact of being sentimental much.
The Nada Apr 2017
Cloying scenery of sepia
Taking eyes to the past
Started where things no longer belong to us
And present is the only one to grasp.
The Nada
Isha Natsu Mar 2017
It's strange how I could fit so much in a shoebox. A shoebox made for a pair.
There is this specific shoebox I have tucked underneath my folding bed.
A relatively new one, with its glossy lid and blunt corners.
I can name its contents by heart.
A letter dated September 27.
Two pairs of tickets to movies.
A priceless photo of you as a kid on horseback.
Six receipts I managed to save from places where we've shown our true colors.
Nine bus tickets.
One valentine's card with a doodle I'd frame in the Louvre for everyone to appreciate.
A list that says ten things but actually has twenty. My favorite one being "I love that you love me. I cannot even."
Two poems.
Five photographs of us, two of you, one stolen, most with teeth, some wacky.
An ice cream tin. I can still taste the pistachio and see our smiles while we shared and fought over who gets the tin.
A notebook holding a sacred bucketlist, boxes unticked.
This box is small, but it keeps a lot more than that.
It cradles a semi-epic backstory.
It possesses a playlist inaudible to all, except for two people.
It confines a few arguments, little squabbles, and maybe a tiny bit of resentment.
More than that, it is abundant in affection, concern, last-minute cuddles, kisses given and taken.
I won't deny it, I'm a sentimental person.
I've been keeping and snatching little parts of you and placing them in plain sight around me.
Where I can see them, see you, when I flip through my books or open my wallet for change.
But now you're gone, hidden from view. Diminished inside four corners, right under where I sleep at night to forget you.
It's strange how I could fit so much in a shoebox. This shoebox I made just for you and I.
Shibu Varkey Dec 2016
How long is an hour?
How far a hundred miles?
An hour is just the time
between a heart beat and the next
and a hundred miles is just
between a sigh and the next,
for time and space,they vanish
when I spend time with to you.

your laughter exploding mirth
your assurance brimming faith
your perception your wisdom
The riotous spirit at your core

You are that stardust that tumbled
Across space, landed on this planet
right at the spot where I would see you
meet you and be impacted by you!!

Eternity they say is from infinity to infinity,
but I know my eternity is from you to you.
b mafika Dec 2016
Are you a star?
Do you look down every night
and convince the lonely
that they are still life?
Do couples watch you
and, just as silently as the way you blink at them,
fall in love with each other.

Have you,
for centuries
piled on centuries,
sat still and thrown your magic at the sky?,
smiled a tooth-full smile of unrequited love
that shines for people light years after?

Do you sometimes implode?
Yes you do, I have seen it with my own two eyes.
I know you try to hide it:
you implode at a distance
to not hurt those around.

You are a hopeless romantic
who gave birth to a son.
After the sun, there are three stars
held together by gravity:
love must be one, I wish to be one and you the other

though I feel like the sun
on fire: burning with anguish, with the torture
of so many drawn to me but not wanting to touch,
with frustration at my memory forgetting your touch
and longing it at the same time

I feel like the sun; the star you forget is a star
admired from afar, watch him burn from afar:
a beautiful, lonely implosion
a spectacle to the world and its cousins;
gravity is me pulling you closer but unsure of myself
and you looking into a shy fire, afraid to get burnt.

Today I typed into Google
How far are the stars from earth?
I do not think I am a romantic
Surely you would have asked
How close are the stars to us?

Yes You must be a star
and I a city at night with every light turned on.
We catch eyes across this dark field
and you turn away so quickly after
I am Sorry
I have been busy
feeling for the light-switch in every space within me
then I got to where your room would be and it was empty
you had left without saying a word
with trembling soles I followed where your every footstep led
the tracks suddenly disappeared
and tonight you're in a full moon's sky
throwing your magic
smiling with that tooth-full smile
for all else but me
and I am a city
far below
with every light turned on for You.
cjrz Jul 2016
I don't even know where it all started
When these feelings manifested
Perhaps it was when our eyes first met
Or maybe that time when
I made you smile for the very first time

Maybe, it was always there
Even from the start
Ever since we first met
Till the day I bid you farewell
Perhaps, it has always been there
i dedicate this to you.
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