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home is not a place
it is never a place

it is a feeling

sometimes,
if you’re lucky

it is a person
and you’ll be homesick for them
Home is not a beautiful place
In the ruins, I was born
I grew up and live
My mind wanders around the world's beauty though
Never contented with what I have and where I am.
I was born a dreamer and forever I will be.
Searching for a place I can call home.
Is this where I belong?
NO
The only time I felt that I am home was at that time.
In his arms, I feel safe. I was happy.
I was contented and being greedy at the same time.
I want more of him.
After that, never have I felt at home.
Not even in this paradise, I am in.
I'm alone with no home now.
I beg you, give me shelter, give me love
I'm dying.
The truth is I just want to go back home.
I just realized that I've got no one.
Eric 4d
All these people try to keep me from happiness.
The do it to spite me never the less.
They take away all the ones I like or love.
People that I think are heaven sent from above.

They take away my talent when things are going good.
They even turn their back’s on me if you would.
Can someone tell me why this is?
When it comes to anything I am right there with.

I even go through unbearable pain from these people.
They threaten me all the time with unfair judgment that makes me feel weaker.
I am trying hard every day.
I can not even make ends meet so what can I say.

Some if not all have made me lose my ways to get paid.
They even ruin my chances of being laid.
I try to hold it together.
I always have to deal with danger just to watch a picture.

These people could care less who they step on.
They are people that are close to me and even ones where I want to just help to make myself move from.
I do not like these games that they are playing.
I do not even like what they are saying.

I can not take it anymore.
Everyone sees their side of the story just something that I can not ignore.
I need some help from someone please!
I am here saying help me please!
YOU BELIEVED IN ME!
I WONDER
WHAT HAD YOU SEEN IN ME
THE ULTIMATE ERROR,

IF THERE’S SOMETHING IN ME
OR THIS IS JUST A DESTINY

IF IT’S PRE-WRITTEN
TO BE THIS CLOSE
OR JUST THE MATTER OF CHANCE

DO YOU BELIEVE THIS!
BECAUSE
THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER HAPPENED TO ME.
The best thing in life is to believed by someone.
clever 7d
i love you more over text.
i just can't love you in person.
i love you when you don't talk.
i love it when you don't say a thing.
i only love you in the silence that fills in the gaps
of everything i'll never tell you.
you can't love someone if
you never want to talk to them.
so i guess that means i hate you
Deemz Sep 12
Your silence is the only part of you that still speaks to me,
and when I can't hear your voice anymore,
the fog reveals the distances you aren't willing to travel,
what's the point of reaching out to someone who doesn't want to be reached?
love  is ...
praying  for  someone,
inspite  of  
being  an  atheist.
who am i?
what am i?
Do I really exist?
What form of life Do I have here?
Is my identity really determined by my actions?
If so, that makes me someone who'd rather write than live.
But is that all i am?

I am creative and self-destructive
naturally skilled and unproductive.
I am fragile yet tough as a man,
struggle thru life with no real plan.

As each day passes I can feel it,
I'm slowly losing a part of my identity.

My friends are all screaming;
"who are you!?!"
"is your mask anything like you!?!"

My head is hurting,
I don’t know how it’s still on.
I'm still aching,
After all the breaking that has been done.
blue is the dawn
the horizon
the opposite of fading
my window tells time
my time is what's left

you are the rhyme
of the word of my life
the sign
the opposite of mine
the mystery, the blind
and where

the world is both night
and day
and day is not here
today is not you and me
you are the day
the dawn is blue
blue like me
There is a thing that makes someone that we love and rose become our favorite things.
They both,
Beautiful yet lovely
Fragrant yet addicting

And,
They are also painful

Like Rose which has torn and bleed our arm when we touch it

Or,

Like someone that we love who promise us something, but only words which gone hopeless until we upset with tears.

Then,
It always ended up to loving and wanting them back, over and over. Even though we knew how it felt being hurt.
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