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Hunter Jun 2017
Come with me threw this old abandoned door
I left it open I could have swore
This passage to whats stirs in me
The things that must not be set free
Open this door, this cage for me please
I know you have had all along, the keys
Go inside and take a peak
Of the great evil and pain I cant defeat
The pain that I locked away
Comes to consume me like prey
I lose Myself a little more each time I fight it alone
Go to where I have shown
The beating ****** door
Where my heart lays torn
Go there
Before I tare
solEmn oaSis May 2017
i wiped it...
and i wipe it again
not because i am so dreary!

it just that...
i really loved the feeling
every time i dropped it out from my heart!

the thing is..
all of what you are
and all of what you're not!
(©)
is what I've been thinking of
are you gonna come out
once again?

                                    *
and
        ­                                
if
                        ­            
you
                                        
do?
     ­                                     
i'm
                  ­                      
sure
                                ­          
there
                                                
is­
                                              
joy!
    ­                                    
but
                                  
if
            ­                  
you
                                
don't,
                                    
i
        ­                                
knew..
                    ­                      
i..
                                      
..ahhaamm
                                        
i ah...
                                      
i
          ­                                    
know
                  ­                                
you
                                                       ­   
aren't
                                                 ­               
the
                                                       ­   
rea-
                                                  
s­on
                                            
why
     ­                                     
am
                   ­                 
i
                                        ­    
crying
                                           *!

                                           !
                                           !

  
because if i do
cry,there is only one thing
  
it may cause! it was the LOST...
(©)
......Tears in my Eyes....
which has been and always be
i am longing for
                              
to
                                    
let
                                          
it
                                      
loose
                                 pain-
                                 les-
                                    -sly
       ­                               !
                            ­          !
                                      !

    ­                                 !
                                     !

                                     !
                                   be
                                   cause
                       i
                                
bel-
               ­               
ieve
                      
tears
     ­                       
is
                                 ­     
Gift
                            
of
            ­              *
*God
i am currently running out of rhyme
doing this piece, i wish i have more
and i am so sorry for that
my dearest fellas,,,
but i want to internalized first my feelings
about all of emotions made by these
before i won't make it for the record...
that was to  'save the best for last!"
THANK YOU LORD!!!

me to you
you to me
represents each one of us
Aroody May 2017
Just because you don't see me in the front row anymore
It doesn't mean I have left
I have been forced to go back a couple of rows
And I don't know if it was you or life that took me there ,

But with all this I'm still in the room ,
Following and applauding you from the back ,
I see you but you don't see me...
And the sound of me applauding is left
Unrecognized ,
Its mixed with everyone else ,
But of course there has to be a difference between them ,
I applaud out of love from the heart ,
But they ....... Never mind who am I to judge,

Just because I don't show myself ,
Doesn't mean I'm done !
No I'm enjoying the show ,
And I'm love with you ,
And I'm proud to be in the room ,
And happy to be far ,
Because to love when you are unloved ,
Is exactly what pure and selfless love is .....
Mary Beazer Apr 2017
Sometimes I wonder what we really need to do.
Do we try to be successful?
Or "Go with The Flow Type"?
What do we do?
People say be yourself,
But what is yourself?
Geeky,
Popular,
Weird,
Sporty?
Why do we have these Labels?
Why?
Thank you For reading!
We
we are the earth
born from the stars
we are stardust
but much more we are

we inherited nature
we're not made for the city
we left our first love
to become humanless and ugly not pretty

We are the egomania animal
we think we're so important, the center of everything
and were really just another mammal
Maybe everything's special in the bigger picture of things

we are cruel and merciful
We know how to consciously invoke terror
and we know how to consciously invoke compassion
We are both sides, evil and good, full of life and passions
Luna Craft Mar 2017
Go to them,
Tell them everything you love about them,
and if they allow it, grasp to them as if they were life itself
Poetictunes Feb 2017
Ok
Its okay not to be okay, okay.
Arjun Raj Jan 2017
Greatness,
A tad difficult they say,
why,
Them, they only know

So what is greatness,
is it a mere number?
A bank balance,
or a career too good to be true?
Them, they only know

Then there are people,
who say happiness is of prime importance,
so greatness can wait,
While they secretly crave for the absolute
which is nothing but,
Greatness again,
But they think,
Them, they only know

So where do we lie,
the dreamers, the trespassers,
the poets;
The truth is
we live in that margin, where
art collides with existence,
And I shall meet them there and only there,
for greatness, don't fascinate me and my kind
Them, they only know,
or do they?
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