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Alicia Allen Feb 2018
Hello, hello old friend!
How's the weather up there on thy lofty perch?

Does it neither thunder nor rain?
Do you too not experience unexpected storms that toss and tumble things about just so?

Does your upturn nose not itch from the stench of your own narcissism?
Do you not fear the arbitrary nature of your own will, that it should grow a life of its own and tumble you down like a potted plant from a high rise window sill ?

Does your *** not hurt from how stiffly you sit? Fixed in your stance, relying solely on your own crooked opinions?

Hello, hello old friend!
Do your ears belie the sound of the condescension in your voice
And your eyes blinded by your own pretence to hide you from yourself?

Oh,
no wonder you cannot see further than your nose.
Fingers trace

the crescent moon coffee stain
on the otherwise white napkin.

Nothing left
between us now
but donut crumbs.
This poetry form is called a Cherita.
Shallow Feb 2018
This unspoken vow-
To be intercepted as,
To be an illogical manner,
For an illogical manner,
As those with this manner so,
Illogical-unforgettable
But as fate commands
And as mandated by God's breath
To speak this final breath
And tell- with- final- breath-
The once-forgotten breath of a goodbye
For my friend of the summer who moved away and shall I never see her again, at least can I hear her say good-bye? // Para mi amiga del verano que se mudó y nunca más volveré a verla ¿pero puedo oírla decir adiós?
Coventore Feb 2018
I have been here so many times,
Experienced many falls and many primes.
I am merely a visitor, a player, in this game,
Here for a while before I shed my face and name.

But I play this game, and I do not play alone.
I know of people from the Aether; my true home.
They had come with me, but first I remember none,
Of who they are in this game, and where have they come and gone.

But our hearts will always bring us back to,
Each other's embrace, those words are true.
A wise man said that love is forever.
Past this life and beyond, we've been together.

When we find each other, we would rejoice,
For our union is beyond a mortal body's choice.
But I feel sorrow for the day of my soul's return,
To this place, and forget them for one more turn.

My dear family of soul and heart,
Please hear me now before we part.
I love you all, my words are too true.
I'm glad we've united. me and you.

I hope one day, when our lessons are done,
When we drop this video game to finally have fun.
I wish to explore infinity and beyond,
With you, until stars come and gone.

Thank you, my soul family...
Those people I have known in this life and in countless lives long since passed... I have to wonder how we've met in the Aether. I have to wonder what true glory we could achieve together. But for now, in this mortal coil, I am thankful that I have you. In this mortal coil, I am glad to call you my soul family.
Advith J Jan 2018
I guess I know everything about her
No one else understands her better
Her dreams, fears, her favourite colour
Her friends, passion, her every sweater

She keeps telling me her life is tragic
She wants me to work some magic
I ask her to keep calm and not panic
My words always heal her like tonic

Her guy went away, like the one before
To fix herself, she knocks at my door
I make her realise she deserves more
She thinks of me as some drugstore

When it is too hot and too sunny
I provide the shade, I am her tree
‎She recuperates and forgets me
‎I treat her, someone else gets the fee

Again she finds another special one
Being with him can be so much fun
He becomes her life's shining sun
He helps her get everything done

She is the poison who is acting slow
She is not good for me, that I know
She is my ultimate pain, my heart's foe
Before it's too late, I need to let her go
metaphora Jan 2018
I scream your name out loud
to get you out of my lungs.
But I was already in a tunnel
so you echo around my soul.
Coming back inside my ears
and into my lungs again.
You somehow
became the air I breathe.
Metaphors of a broken love
metaphora Jan 2018
Like flower in a vase,
a love that had stopped growing had stopped living
sustained as something to show for
until the water perish or the vase broken
or until it roots can’t take no more

Like flower in a vase,
sometimes love dies long before we realize
masqueraded for its beauty
put on a high shelf or to brighten a rainy day
for everyone —but mostly yourself to see
Metaphors of a Broken Love
Hunter Cyrus Jan 2018
She wakes up every morning, love in her heart and guilt in her head.
A forbidden love doomed to fail.
Modern day Romeo and Juliet.
Her love is only matched by her fear.
A love that crosses continents and traverses oceans.
A love simple and pure, golden.
Crushed underneath the only forces selfish enough to try,
Religion and family.
Traitorous little things, beliefs.
Every belief will tell you it’s for your own good,
Yet often they seem to crush the youngest and happiest into misery.
Her love for him is battered and bruised,
Pushed into the deepest recess she could find.
She’ll discover the only thing worse than forbidden love,
Is the depression of forced separation.
I think some of the beauty in this poem is lies with your interpretation, so I shall refrain from telling you the "proper" interpretation.
A Jan 2018
Chasms spread easily.

It only takes a second,
A blink,
And the earth yawns up before whoever had made it.

Perhaps they look at their chasms with regret,
Their voices sorrowful and muffled.

Or they are prideful,
Thinking they have done a great deed,
But when really they are shattering themselves.

Sometimes chasms form quietly.

They spread like crackling poison,
Starting small and growing.

Sometimes I fear,
There are chasms within us all,
And we will never be able to cross them.
AnxiousOcean Jan 2018
Now I know how it feels
when you get drifted away
from someone you love
but they never did leave
I pushed them afar

I didn't want to
but I just did
but trust me
I didn't want that to happen
I didn't want you to leave
I didn't want you to keep distance
I didn't want you to be gone
I didn't want to
but I just did

I did it because I'm sick
I did it because I need to heal myself
I need personal time
and I don't want you to be sick, too

but now I know
that having you gone
is worse than
having me sick
but it's too late
you're all gone
you're nowhere to be found
I can't find you
I can't see you anywhere
and I feel guilty
I feel all the negative things
surrounding me
and I'll be taking this burden forever

I am guilty
I am guilty of missing you so much
A sorry can't heal any wounds
but hope does, a prayer does

and I just hope you're fine
I hope you're okay and well
I pushed you away from the black hole
because it's for your own good
It's for you

I did want to
and I did
This is for my friend who went gone because I was not able to be a friend when he needed me. I wanted to, but you know, I got depressed and I badly needed a personal time to fix myself and when I'm healed, he's gone by the wind. So, yeah. I hate depression
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