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A Alexander Aug 2017
I wish I could tell you that sometimes I'm terrified of life.
The negativity seems to scathe my soul,but yet somehow, I seem to push past the fear and get on with my day.
Fragile like porcelain doll, how did I get this way?
Optimistic at my best, I say to myself, that this too shall pass.
I wish I could tell you that it will be okay, because you might need to hear that too.
I'm fearless for others but not for myself.
Àŧùl Nov 2012
But this isn't a love letter! :-D

I met you by chance,
It's kind of a dance.
Amidst your couplets & my poetry,
I feel elated & relieved.
The difficulty in remembering your name,
Wasn't much given your scent.
The ease in remembering your face,
Was as much as looking at the mirror.
A friend like no other you are,
Who knows which Goddess you are.
You've come to me like a dream,
A dream I'd like to linger bit more.

Who knows how longer we would be,
But as long as friends we are, would be.
This is not possible going solo,
You'd have to accompany me.
But this is not at all a love-letter! :-P

Now comes this poem's end,
I hope you ignored its rhyming.
Talkative eyes tell a poem,
Yes none but you were on my mind.
But this is not at all a love-letter! ;-)
P.S.: It still isn't a love letter!
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Painted these words on a canvas after painting the multicolour primer coat.

But the canvas got damaged and had to be disposed off.
My HP Poem #1
©Atul Kaushal
Poemasabi Jul 2017
There are few things more satisfying
than watching a lone mosquito
furiously trying to drill
baby, drill
circling the drill site
pushing and pushing
Do mosquitos sweat?
on the roof
of your car.
SQUID Aug 2017
Some people want to know,
Some people don't and
Some - - - just haven't
quite decided.
Laura Jul 2017
Be
I'd love to be
Me
I'd work hard
To be

If only
I
If only I
If
I
Knew

Who
What
Where
Why

One out of
Four
Will do

To be me.
I'm sorry. I seem to have some kind of word-/why-/me-diarrhea. Can't help it. You wouldn't believe the websites I found searching for the correct spelling of diarrhea by the way. In Dutch it's simply diarree.
Still a weird word. For a weird thing. So.
Marye Minstrel Jul 2017
The murk of swamps lies through the night
Weighing down on slate-blue wings
Raven cries in futile flight
Lifts his hopeless head and sings

Time and death, eternity
The afterlife, immortality
These are words that light a spark
These are the words that glow in the dark

This thought a depthless ocean floats
Of mute cries from many throats
The right weighed down by heavy wrong
Bodied in the raven song
My personal favorite yet.
Brenda Mukisa Jul 2017
I am sorry that I wasnt perfect
I am sorry that he left.
I am sorry that I let him leave.
I am sorry that I didnt beg him to stay.
O r to come back.
I am sorry that I didnt think of you.
The way you wanted me to.
I am sorry that I didnt wait with you.
I am sorry that I told you to give up.
I am sorry that I made you feel bad for waiting.
For believing he would return.


I am sorry I did what I thought was best
I am sorry I wanted to be perfect for my kids.
I am sorry I sacked at marriage.
I AM SORRY.
I just wanted to be a perfect mother....
I just wanted to love myself as well.
silently, I hoped he would return.
A Alexander Jul 2017
The stars demanded my attention,
Filling the sky with their flare.
I quickly gathered our family together,
to run over the hill to marvel.
My dad was more reluctant to see what
All the excitement was about.
Having stayed behind,  maybe he knew
Something I didn’t at the time.
Perhaps the worlds end, but I didn’t want
to let this moment pass by, and miss the awe.
We kept running and running towards the light.
This is in reference to a dream that I had when I was younger..
Angel Jun 2017
I was falling for you faster than I ever had before,
You tore my walls down ,
by being yourself,
your embrace was my castle,
And you were the guard,
I blindly trusted you to protect what matters most to me,
you see ,
I guess we were not meant to be,
but what to I do with this half finished symphony,
I tattooed onto my heart,
your memory haunts me,
on the basement couch,
where you heard my thoughts in silence,
and held me as i cried,
after you discovered one of my demons,
In the campfire smoke,
that stings my eyes,
the same way the tears do  ,
You haunt me in the constellations,
I feel you as i sit amongst the grass,
we used to lay upon the grass,
tangled in blankets,
and the warmth of the other,
we used to talk,
we never did stop,
until you let worry silence you,
I don’t let what i can not control have power over my voice,  
I wonder what your doing,
I went from ridding shot gun,
to driving three cars behind,
you placed me in your blind spot,
now all I get are snapshots,
on Snapchat and Instagram,  
I’m left wondering who I am to you,
I hope I’m not just “some girl I knew”
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