take me back from now
if only there were a way how
i could escape this pain i call a life
a way out of this pain and strife
where my only released is a sharped knife

take me back to when

your voice saying my name caused words to collide
your hand in mine never broke my stride
now all i'm left with is this dented pride

and my lips

don't know how to smile

and all the while
you sit by her side

drinking in my soul
as i sink deeper into this hole

our 'love' has made

broken but healing
Afrah May 20

i find that even when i sit down to read a book, before i begin, sometimes i’m hit with a wave of sadness, this heart-dropping feeling of loneliness, fear of the emotions i’m about to feel, the emptiness, the focus i’m putting on my own mind… allowing myself to face my own thoughts all alone as they run through my head… it’s a scary, weird feeling and i wish i didn’t feel like this... i need to stop being afraid of being left to myself, of being an individual. i need to find fulfillment in life, in things, in reading alone, in taking photos alone, in spending time alone, in going on a walk alone... in being alone. at the beginning of this year i wasn’t like this, i found happiness and made peace with myself when no one was around but it’s changed, because of /you/ it's changed, something’s shifted, and i want my old self back, i want it to shift back, can i reverse this? can i please take back my old self?...


what have you done to me???

Razan Qaisi Mar 7

How does one begin to come back to reality?
Without breaking?

When we dress in phantom finery,
we can only expect disillusionment.
Choke ourself with all our fantastic desires.
Complete mental malnourishment,
from our heart deep self harassment.

Let small smiles slither away.
Gut with tender savagery,
aversions to avarice.
Self-servile self-worth denial,
wash small magic away.

jdotingham Jan 29

their bodies d r
                                                                               o o p e d over so much in fact that they had begun to scrape their knuckles along the floor
, which is ironic because it almost suggests that this particular stairway offers a (spectacular) view of the (what one may call) opposite of the "ascent of man"; it could even be called the "descent of man".
let that be a lesson on why posture is important, less you find the need to climb up the descent of man stairs.
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d.d. #39

I could just not see,
Though in front of me.

I am surely very devastated,
Through my lover, I got cheated.

I don't want to be with anyone now,
Throw who will my love surely very low.

My HP Poem #1373
©Atul Kaushal
Megan Kay Dec 2016

The outer world thundered as the faint score of the familiar FM station rang rhythmically.
I had heard the tune times before.
But on this wet October night there was something covert of the sound.
Not revealing and opened as other nights has been, nor exposing as I had expected.

The night held a warm chill, like crossing a threshold into a warm cottage.
I felt melancholy as I stared at the damp pavement.
I thought of every footstep that splashed through the gravel hole in the ground.

The same, damaged hole.
With preexisting wounds.
Battered and battered every minute or so.

No one paused in their selfish pursuits of daily life,
Only to shake off the transparent droplet,
From the soles of their shoes.

The Lonely Bard Oct 2016

I had been bending over,
I used to do that for her.
Little did she ever hear,
Seldom she treasured ever.

Maybe I just can't get enough,
Never she went astray, though.
Determinedly I wasn't tough,
She managed to spoil the dough.

Perhaps life would someday shine,
Someone might come my way.
And then she'll be mine,
On this life's highway.

HP Poem #1169
©Atul Kaushal
w r e c k a g e Jun 2016

i'm listening to music
and i don't know
how many songs have played
or what they were
i only know i've been thinking
about you

this is a fact.
strangeThoughts Jun 2016

What is the meaning of life? The meaning of life is to embrace the past, respect history, but not to dwell within it. The meaning of life is to be the best you can be, do the best you can do, at whatever inspires you. The meaning of life is to be constantly searching for yours. The meaning of "Life" is: "The condition that distinguishes animals and plants from inorganic matter, including the capacity for growth, reproduction, functional activity, and continual change preceding death." Is there a meaning to life? What is the meaning of life? What does "what is the meaning of life," mean? Are we truly able to simplify something so awesomely complex into a solitary "meaning" that we, as a species, as a planet, as a life force, life, could begin to comprehend? What is the meaning of life? Do you know that feeling when you return to the house you grew up in? Bittersweet; the taste of youth tainted by years passed. It aches me though I cannot feel. I fear the meaning of life is never to be known, and by embracing the mysterious serendipity which is our brief, some may say meaningless, existence, we can begin to understand cause for livelihood and mortality. One may liken the existence of life to a myriad of drops flowing through a canal. Over time, the canal's shape will be gently carved by erosion. No singular drop is to blame for these changes, however the steady, unshakeable determination of the ever flowing stream breaks down the canal, as a singular entity. Is this the meaning of life? What is the meaning of life?

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