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Knowing what I know today,
I'm torn between honesty,
and never saying anything.

Pulling from my memory,
I recall expression
as a natural efficacy
of mine.

Fill me with love again,
love as the willingness
to speak as easily as
I can accept my errs.

Knowing what I know today,
I'm torn between standing out
and fitting into the crowd.

My slightly younger self,
saw my much younger self,
thought, my far future self
wouldn't have the gall.

My slightly younger self,
saw my much younger self,
thought, my far future self
wouldn't have the gall.

I'm torn between standing out
and fitting in, and surprise,
I did say it again.
Skywlkr 1d
Sitting in Such Silence Causes me alot of Rememberence,,
So Much That I'm Spoilt for Choices,,
But Far to Many Voices,,
Making All those Noises,,
Its Hard to tell What the Story is,
                                      To Most!
Silence is Calming and Peaceful,,
For me it is Harming and Painful,,
A Million Thoughts to Listen To Silence on top just wont do. ,,,,,,,,,
                                       For Me!
Music is An Escape To The Perfect Landscape,,,
Colours of soft Green Grass Reflecting the Sun Like Glass,,,
Colours of Calming Sky Blue Feeling
Of Love So True,,,
Colours of Fluffy Cloud White,,,
Shapes of Me Being part of such Sight,,,
Makes My mind Bright,,,
                             So Silence is Dragged!
Into the Light!
Duties steered the heart away
Leaving guard
The brain that plays
Oh !
How naive of faith
Believing youth knows it’s way
Taking thrills from what age says.

And masking the beauty of being wrong
From delusional lies to insignificant fights

Oh !
How perfect is it to be here.
Doing duties
Without a soulful pay
I have used my life to stay alive
Nurturing death into its prime
Only to be saddened by facts
For my eternity resides
Within lines of defeat
So unique and rare
Even I,
Have questioned happiness

But I’m here
Making silver into gold
Bronze into the richness of life
For an unknown to profit sincerely  
That I am still here
Tears
stain her
eyes. Clearly, she's
had better times. But
what you can't see
is her heart.

That has
already
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                                n

a p a r t .
madison 7d
i apologize
for all the things i never said anything
for all the times i didn't speak up
for all the times i let you make me feel uncomfortable in my own skin
for all the times i let you make me feel guilty
for all the times i let you get away it
for all the times i let you win
for all the times i let you make me cry at 2am

i apologize for never telling you
that you were ruining everything about me
that you made me hate myself
and that this hate continues to run through my veins
for you
and for me
and everything that slipped through the cracks in between
as you broke me
you were known for having no empathy
marjo Jan 25
sometimes, you're the only thing that's running inside my mind---
when it's past midnight and i can't seem to close my eyes,
when it's dark and cold and i'm all alone in sight,
i feel the ghost of your kisses on my neck haunting me.

maybe you'd think i'm having a nightmare, no.
because most of times,
i'd still choose this empty feeling over anything.
i **** at this, sorry.
Kenji Jan 24
I miss you
...
It's different now.
But still, I miss you.
Still, I love you.
Still, I will never forget you.
Time has passed and the thorns have quivered.
The roots have disintegrated and the metal has rusted.
My wounds have healed and my scars are scar-less.
Yet, I miss you.
Your thoughts have changed and I am no longer in them.
Your tears are new and you cry new hopes and losses.
Things have changed and they are better now.
But still, I love you.
I love me, I love enough for the both of us.
Darlin you, You give, but you cannot take love.
What we have become
Shows clear in morning lights
Raising spirits beyond fitted growth
Ascetic as it may be
Health buckets the splendors of being happier
And leaving unanswered the question
Of why anger cannot be dishonest
Numbing hate with reasonings and Excuses
But triumphantly a society survives
Breathing differences more beautiful than before
And unequal in the holiest of ways
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