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Umi Mar 2018
Go on with haste and fly through this undawning memory of love,
What is the moon looking up at, perhaps a dance of pulsar stars ?
What is the sun looking down at, perhaps the life growing from light?
An eternal sinner wanders under their light, with no aim, no goal,
All he carries shall be the pride in his heart, with undying love burning as bright as a hyper nova in the nearby young nightsky,
Lingering sadness seeps it's way through, to the surface of the moon, forever to be bound in an orbit, overshadowed, shining in lesser light,
Yet does it oversee, what beauty it brings to the night, or what it would be if darkness reigned supreme without it and the stars to rise?
Enlighting the darkest of nights for us, forgotten it keeps up his duty,
For maybe, even if just one is touched by his luminosity it would be enough to keep going, until the time comes to greet the break of dawn
The milkyway alike a river of stars, each with their own story to tell,
Stars stand with their secret hidden, an orbital parent to many planets
The sky is the eternity in a land of pure fantasy and hope after all,
A dream which knows no death till its termination draws near,
But isn't waking up the commencement of something far greater ?

~ Umi
Cory Williams Mar 2018
It's been 14 days since we last kissed
I turned into ashes, my body is missed
The poisons inside we fought for years
Transfusions of blood while holding back tears

In my last hour, no memories evade
I remembered with you laying hot in the shade
A mid-summer's night as the sun starts to fade
We're falling asleep, our eyes a cascade

Awakened at two with droplets of dew
Eyelashes in bloom, pale light of the moon
You looked into mine and mine into yours
Two souls intertwined as the rain falls - it pours

Our lips, they collide with the fury of wars
The beaches of Normandy kneel down at our shores
A tear stains my tongue, I've felt this before
Two weeks I've been gone, yet still I want more

I wrote you a letter to last your lifetime
One every day - long as you are still mine
Delivered in essence to prove beyond death
That I'll wait here in Heaven with bated breath
Özcan Sh Mar 2018
I love it when, i see you smiling
But i dont love it when i see you crying.

I love it when, i look into your eyes
But i dont love it when i see a tear from your eyes.

I love it when, i see that you are happy with me
But i dont love it when i see you sad without me.

I love it when, i have you in my arms
But i dont love it when i miss you in my arms

But...

I love how you make us beat our hearts at the same time.
With love, you can look at the world with a different view
Amanda Kay Burke Mar 2018
I know you are leaving
Another sad goodbye
In the end you will be
One more tear I had to cry
This is eons old but is very relatable
Samreena Lodhi Mar 2018
ONE DAY I SAW HER IN A NEARBY SHOP WITH HER MOTHER
SHE SEEMED TO ME 'DEPRESSED AND ALL ALONE'
SHE WAS PHYSICALLY PRESENT BUT MENTALLY WAS NOT
I FELT IN MY HEART THAT SOMETHING WITH HER WAS WRONG
SHE WAS NEVER LIKE THIS AS SHE NOW HAD BECOME
SHE WAS THE HAPPIEST ONE AMONG THOSE I EVER MET
BUT NOW THE QUESTION WAS, ' WHY HAD SHE BECOME LIKE THAT? '
'SHE WAS BROKEN', I THOUGHT, 'HER HEART WAS BROKEN'
AFTER THIS I ALSO BECOME DEPRESSED ONLY FOR HER
THEN I BEGAN TO FIND SOME ANSWERS ON MY OWN
AMONG THEM THE ONE WAS, 'WHY WAS SHE BROKEN? '
HOWEVER IT WAS DIFFICULT FOR ME TO FIND SUCH ANSWER
BUT I TRIED SO THAT CAN BRING HER BACK HER BRIGHT SMILE
I WENT TO SOME FRIENDS AND ASKED ABOUT HER
THEY TOLD ME THE REASON, ONCE SHE WAS FALLEN INTO LOVE'
'IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE, SHE THOUGHT WAS HER DOVE'
'BUT IN AN ACCIDENT HER LOVE WAS GONE FOREVER'
'AND WHEN SHE HEARD THIS NEWS ABOUT HIM'
SHE WAS ALL INA SHOCK, BROKEN WITHOUT A TEAR IN HER EYE'
SHE GOT DEPRESSED AND BECOME THE ONE WHO CAN NO LONGER BEAR'
THAT WAS ALL WHICH HAD MADE HER ALL BROKEN
THAT WAS THE REASON DUE TO WHICH SHE WAS BROKEN.
Poem that i wrote after reading some other poem
DW Mar 2018
Darkness covered the night sky
and trembled the stars into nothing.
The air blew fiercely with rage
yet calmed with every puff of smoke.
She inhaled
menthol filled her lungs and tingled her lips.
She sighed
a tear rolled down her cheek.
She thought
it was over, but more began to fall.
She was relieved
more than anything.
The weight carried on her shoulders
slowly moved away from her body.
She laughed
as the world slowed beneath her feet.
Özcan Sh Mar 2018
For me the earth stops spinning
When I see a tear falling down
From your eyes.
E McNamara Mar 2018
I used to tear myself apart
And bleed blue butterfly wings
To pause my torment.
My life had become pure survival,
On creating something beautiful
Out of a dreadful loneliness.

My life had become a horrific masterpiece.
No one understood- those blue butterfly wings,
Kept me alive.
I used to tear myself apart.
Slice, to release my anguish.
But a constant, it always was-

Lingering, waiting,
For the blue butterfly wings to vanish.
For me to rip myself apart.
Again, and again, and again.
At times it seemed
My suffering never ended.

These days are different,
For when those blue butterfly wings
Bleed out my skin,
They never mature to red    I devour them
To have lasting serenity.
Anguish will not ruin me again.

Because,
I used to tear myself apart.
This poem is describing how it felt to cut while I was depressed. I cut to take out my anger and sadness on myself. It ruined me and "helped" me at the same time. Again, any feedback would be appreciated :)
Donna Mar 2018
The moon cried a tear
And in her dark depression
She lit up the sky
:) x
we know
he wrote it
do you really
think He meant
something
other
than
what
He said

why would you question me
has my intentions not blew
why would you circle me with your greed
or is your
lack
of
support
that tightens the cord
from the mind we do not draw
what they call art
they have never saw
your eyes shall open wider
what fire is is that has yet been know
to teach me from nothing
what more of your nothingness
shall we apply more to me
that my edges be drawn to the side
that my refuge never be strength
from Wyatt pheasant flown
have your letters not fallen
what have you minus the shallows
that you would hide in caves from me
what have I taken from you
that your mind be as waste


you to pleas me look
here I stand
the mere
flesh
of
an
man

burn me here
consume me in this fire
that my lines only
































drop
for you


only rise to you

that my thoughts
of
the
only
love


I
have
ever known

from my depths
it is you I cling to
it is you I long for
this insanity
belongs
to me
one
way
it will be seamed sane
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..
.
that your toes
may itch
after
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