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Dead conversations fill my phone,
Wondering where all the life went,
Nothing but sadness creeping up my bones,
My heart yearns for the times we have spent.
Kenshō Aug 2014
I've stolen a moment alone.
Sunset burning,
yet everyone's at home.

If only I could share,
My calmed mind state
and love struck stare.

So very busy:
I hear the buses and trains;
Hollow ghosts seeking salvation from pains.

But have they ever sat silent alone
On the single cloud throne?

I wish I could let them sit, forever whole.
Just to smile in heaven, sitting with no goal.
sit with me
Seed Of Death Aug 2014
writing poetry is not easy, in fact your born with it.
some people say i cant do it, i agree.

As i sit here next to my inspiration i think, i think and think

my mind turning and turning just for the idea to come.
WHEN.....

i get the idea I've been looking for.
i think i did good for not being good at poetry
i was inspired by karl Franssen who is sitting right next to me
Born Aug 2014
I often talk about love as an electric emotion
Good or bad fiction
That is still unknown to me
I've seen the worst of this illusion
As real as it is, it _is still a fiction

I often talk about pain
because am dying to open up  but i can't
so i to write my poems  
to be content, to be peaceful

I wanna feel you tonight,
don't want to be on my own
Just let me be your freak,
and spin the wheel tonight

We are,we are who we are
We are that who we are
We are just those crazy people

Don't worry about diamond
it left me in pieces
shining in blisters
that stranger with hiccups
in death you rest in pieces
A mixture of trance, truth, just a circulation of thoughts
No Aug 2014
I'm craving your initials in trees and writing your name on notebooks.
My heart thumps and thumps and thumps and sometimes I think it's only because of you- you're so out of my league and I'm so ******* sad all the time because my heart is beating for you but I bet I don't even cross your mind.
I hate being the one who loves more, or the one who loves at all. I'm tired of giving my everything away to people who don't even care- but you, God, I can't keep myself from giving it all to you. I can help but hope one day you'll want me and it's killing me, but I'm not walking away; I rather die close to you than far.
Either way I'd die, might as well die next to you
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