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Rae Oct 2020
You told me you loved me but I broke anyway
You told me you loved me but the middle fell out and I splintered on the rocks below
You told me you loved me but it's so hard to believe when you say nothing and I have nothing to trust but the voices in my head telling me that you're disappointed, that I annoy you, that you miss her, that I am not what you want.
How do I trust you when I am always ******* up. How do I trust you when I always push you away, or you push yourself off the cliff and don't look back as you fall fall, fall down and leave me behind, alone and cold and empty as always. Empty but full of empty thoughts, empty drawers of you and you and more and you, empty as you fall
How do I trust you when I can't trust myself to make you love me?
How do I trust you when I can't tell if you love me or my warmth, my voice or the comfort my words used to bring, my laugh or its validation, my body or the space it takes up next to you. Sometimes when the sky falls and your eyes turn from brown to black and I wish I could see your face and hear your rhythmic breathing, I miss your body and your scent and your voice, and I remember that you don't miss me.
Charlotte Ahern Oct 2020
if i see myself in you
do you have that same streak
that leads me astray
or is my paranoia only punishment
for my back door deeds
hmm which is it?
Rickey Someone Oct 2020
2/15/20

You’re everything that I need,
But are you all that I need?
I question if I even trust you anymore…
Oh Lord! I’ve been here before.

So I’m back where nothing’s new,
Reflecting on how much I believe You.
Last time I argued – put up resistance.
Yet You don’t punish my insolence.

I can be confused and frustrated with You,
So You have to be real and true.
You are not able to be defined,
So you must not be my own design.

God, You engineered my systems,
To pump life through me like pistons.
And I stand before You shaking my fists,
When You control whether my body exists.

But You love me! You tolerate my witlessness.
And I respond – as if taking my first steps –
With downhearted repentance. Lord, I’m sorry,
Without Your blessings, I’d be left in sorrow.
ShininGale Oct 2020
𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐?
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚜.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝,
𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚢.
To those who drag people down by words
try pulling and helping them up, swear it is better!!!
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Mystic Ink Plus Oct 2020
If you want
To follow me
Astral walk
To the dreams I see
To the beliefs I have
To the path I step
To the joy I cast
To the ache I feel
To the senses I plead
To the love I share
Follow me
Endlessly
To the depth
Of my soul

To the one
Who is willing to try
Follow me
To the unknown
I will be
There
Welcoming you
In the most special way

Follow me
As you please
Genre: Inspirational
Theme: The Journey
angelique Oct 2020
If I saw you again, I wouldn’t care about things that were so petty, like whose plates and cutlery lay idle in the sink...who didn’t take out the *******...who forgot to water the plants, or who forgot to do this or that.

The only sounds I hear now are our splintered voices down the phone. Every night. They grow. They break. They hover, they drift ever-so, and they try to fade. But somehow, they are always there. Lingering. Over and over again.

And as I look out at the morning’s rusty dream of dawn, a thin film of moisture condensing on the windscreen, I pause.

It isn’t the first time I’ve tried to take a film noir journey through my subconscious.

It isn’t the first time I’ve tried to pull moments and memories together to make some utter sense of what’s happening. My thoughts seem to always unravel themselves. And I struggle with them. They don’t effortlessly slot together anymore.

I often think to myself: isn't it funny how our impression of time changes? God, reflecting back on a fading memory now seems livelier than life itself.

Now I sit here, thinking all these sad and strange thoughts – that everything – time, work, effort, money, affection – are moments that will, one day, crumble and fade – that they won’t be there forever in the physical world.

Because everything we had once cherished with such love, I still remember. Still.
solEmn oaSis Oct 2020
ang kaakit-akit
**** bating-
pangwakas
ang siyang wagas
na nagdala ng madamdaming
mga katanungan
mula sa iyong puso patungo
sa iyong kasintahan,
gamit ang ibabaw ng
mga matikas na alon...
walang pasubali na ipinahayag mo
ang iyong pangmatagalang
paglalarawan sa marami,
bagaman ang mundo
ng magkabilang dako
ay pansamatalang natutulog na
... ang kagandahan niyon
ay mananatiling gising pa rin.
Dahil siya ang natatangi **** daigdig
at ikaw nga ang makulay niyang pag-ibig!
At mula sa iyong napakalambing na pagsisimula
Mayroong "kayo" na magsasalo sa magdamag
habang heto si Ako...mananatili ring tapat
at gaya niya na di nakakalimot sa akin!
Kaya naman sa iyo aking mahal,
Malayo ka man sa akin ngayon,
lagi pa rin namang merong "tayo"
Maulap man ang papawirin
Ating babagtasin
ang araw at sinag nito
hanggang sa isang kabilogan
na lang ng buwan
ang aking pananabikan at bibilangin ko!
Sa pagsapit niyon
matamis na katahimikan
ang siya nating mabubuo!
tanging sa ating pagniniig
nang may buong kasabikan
ang mga himig na maririnig!
mula sa simula hanggang
sa ang wakas ay magsilbing hudyat
na sa langit nating inaasam
ay magigisnan ang malakidlat
na tilamsik ng ating pagsusuyuan
Di-kapara ng naunang magsing-irog
mula sa bukana ng talon ay nahulog
at kapwa bumitaw sa ere sa gitna ng kulog
pero tayo...Hindi tayo sa patibong matutulog!
patutunayan nating Hindi tayo
ang tipong mauuwi sa TaLiwaS
dahil sa katunayan nga mahal ko
sa pamagat pa lang binungad ko na ang SiLaw aT
labo na nananahan sa pagitan ng tukso
at ng bahay na inaakala nilang
panghabang-buhay na tahanan!
Transferring my feelings
of longingness
from formal norm
into a tagalog love-poetry
ShininGale Oct 2020
You told me the other day that I should wait for my turn,
my turn to be in your position and understand your role.
but since I was younger and started opening eyes, I already knew what I want and what I don't want. I am sure not to be like 'you'.

You told me I was just being 'impetuous' in the way I talk,
but I say I just know exactly what I mean.
I saw you from her and her to you,
that why I despise being like the both of you, not now, not ever.

But I know regret is part of life, yet I refuse to have it...
so, if ever I'll be a 'MaterMatriarch' inevitably...
I choose to be discrete, discrete from the process you both followed.
I have lived for 17 years in your house and soon I'll find my home.

REAL FAR FROM YOURS.
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I mean no offense to those who knew what I mean by my poetry, but to understand the difference is to be different. We all knew and experienced what we want and what we hate, we saw how the world works. Not every one is the same, but similar things are inevitable, yet the works are in our hands, the choice is in our minds, the miracles are his to grant. As humans we are stuck in the reality of life, but we live everyday so let us fight. to everyone stand up and fight for what you think is right!!! (the title is my own, a word merged to create a new one)
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