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Tony Tweedy Mar 28
Like post-it notes,
upon a yearbooks page.

Hand scrawled summaries,
of the important bits.

Faces, places, names,
happiness and sadness,
loves and passions,
hurts and pain.

Tattered but treasured remnants,
that taught me, that made me.

They fashioned me,
and completed my design.

All duly noted and stored,
and learned for good or ill.

These are my memories,
they are both me and mine.
It's easier to say I'm fine, just tired
As if my reply was a movie
Cutting out the details and generalizing
In a way, not giving the whole story
Read me to know more
Though it may be long and tedious
Only for the people who want more
Who will love me more serious
When I say I'm tired
I am tired of life
So when I become more distant
I'm just trying to survive
MissPine Nov 2018
by: MissPine

Once touched by a fairytale's immense,
But rather be hostile and the truth I sense.
Things happened, both fun and intense,
Yet I stayed low for life has always a hence.
Mary Frances Oct 2018
Understand and know me
not just by reading
the summary and the prologue.
Read all the chapters
until the last period
where I bared my heart.
We've been judged by other people but they haven't read everything. All they know are the things being passed on from one mouth to one ear. It would really help if they will take the time to read everything before they make judgments.
Trish May 2018
I said “I give up” nine times.
On the tenth, “You can do it”
Eight people told me once—
“Art won’t give you stability”
Seven times doubting myself—
“Is my passion enough to prove?”
Six people believed in me—
“I know you can be successful someday.”
Five talents that I have nurtured
People find me as their inspiration
Four times, I let people bring me down
Three years of depression and anxiety
Two years of recovering with challenges
One, a story of a person, that person is me
since today is my birthday this poem out of all the poem is good for this day
Julia Guzmani Apr 2018
Let me tell you a thought
If you knew that I am caught.
Tell the judge to announce, guilty.
So I can reciprocate honesty.

Every single day inside the cell,
Innocence will lead you to hell.
While you still have the cure,
Love will win to keep you pure.

Close to the white color of clouds,
You will hear the wonderful sounds.
Like a choir of angels.
Smooth and bangles.

But I woke up with hunger, miracle!
I had a shortcut to get closer obstacle.
With a smell of medicines surrounds me,
I will always wish for the stars free.
jorn christopher Mar 2018
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..
...
where are the words i want to say?
just like you and i they're changing everyday
its hard to capture in a phrase
every time i try it seems to slip away

a pieced-together sentiment so unrefined
effortless distraction from what's left behind

through requiems and lullabies
first hello's and hard goodbyes
can I say "i love you"
any more than it implies?

if not then let the silence summarize
...
..
.
some things are better left unsaid
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
I tried to be,
“AND”,
What connects.

She choose to be
“BUT”,
What clauses.

Then,
Nothing mattered.

In unison
We pointed destiny,
A Scapegoat.
Genre: Love
Theme: Farewell to Feburary Air
Red Panda Poetry Apr 2017
C old & cool
A iry & abuzz
N atural & noble
A ppetizing & appealing
D angerous & dandy
A muck & AWESOME
We went to Canada so, I thought I would make this fun acrostic to describe what is was like.
Viseract Feb 2017
It felt wrong to have attention when all i wanted was space
It felt wrong to look in the mirror
And see my hated face

To know the thoughts that lie behind
To hate, to love to waste my time
There was no meaning and so i cried
Because why the **** am i still alive?
This was me last year, nowadays it's rare for me to feel like this. I thank everyone who ever supported me in the hope that you was this. Love you all <3
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