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Marina Jan 2018
i never told you how beautiful you were,
i made you feel special at some point. but i was not surprised that you
did not respond the next day.
i promised you many things,and now its like i'm writing a handbook with my right hand; which i don't write with my right hand.
i cannot speculate anything when you say something.

but how can i be so sure?
"always follow your heart, even if it hurts." you said.
so i did. and now i'm the happy girl i always wanted to be
or am i?
you can never tell if the person your looking at is just sad or depressed because of what they've been through

but i promise them it'll be okay!
and so it was.
but she was still dealing with her body issues
and shes gone off guard with herself,
and doesn't care about the aftereffect about herself.
people realize whats worth for them is everything
but only you can be the one to change yourself
and love yourself.
and i see there is no in between due to the fact iv'e done it.
for the ones who are lost in their own reality~
Seline Mui Dec 2017
I'll walk alone with all this pain.
Pain that kills me inside.
Pain, depression and devastation.
Secretly hiding behind that ever was.
A smile.
I kept it in, for months.
Suffered, of the attacks.
Feelings that drew me close to the edge of death.
Pulling me way from the withdraw of the world.
Who was I?
A complete disaster was all I could see.
A hideous figure in the mirror screaming for help and apology.
All I needed was help.
Behind the mask lies the real me.
Suffering from what I'm suppose to be.
Perfection was never an option.
The horrible flaws that had me under escape.
I'm tired of hiding,
Tired of being unseen,
Tired of accepting what isolation really means.
I took the mask off as I led the unfold,
and showed the world what was left untold.
Steph Dionisio Nov 2017
You are her perfect definition of almost.
The lost piece of puzzle,
the half-done painting;
the imperfect photo.
You are her unfinished sonata,
the music she can never sing
and the song that can never be played.
You are her unread pages and torn sheets.
You are her unfinished poem-
her untold thoughts;
the scribbled words in her paper.
You are the unrevealed story-
the almost lover.


*-Steph Dionisio,  November 14, 2017
Simon B Aug 2017
The conflict of knowing for a surety
But not being told.
She's bested by her dubitable  insecurities
and I grow weary and old.
No, I'm not making this furiously
I'm actually quite whole!
It's just curiosity kills
And I'm a full-on cat.
will she say it -?
will she unfold-?
Will she proclaim a story
that's yet to be told?
Will I write a ballad of joy, instead  verses of cold?
The world may never know
except for me, deep inside my soul
Thea Falls Aug 2017
somewhere between
typing a message
and erasing it,
an untold story ends
something between
them would have changed
if only she clicked send
but she didn't
and so,
their love story
that haven't began yet ends
JAC Jun 2017
(A poem over a few thousand miles)
by JAC and JAB

We never age in memories,
But in stories, we do.
Our words mature with us,
So our stories do too.

Our days grow older
And our pages unfold,
Until we become the author
*Living a story untold.
Italics by JAB.
Ryan Holden May 2017
Unhinged circus,
Requires perfect masquerade,
Before gymnasts leap,
Into Cinderella's world,
Spiralling into fame.

Before presenters go on stage,
And broadway groups dance,
Into undreamt wonders,
As actors rise and fall,
Her maple core remains.

As years elapse,
Girls become Women,
Perfect maple figure unscathed,
Always anticipating moments,
Of celebration, love and sorrow.

But most of all,
I still can't fathom,
How the dressing table speaks,
Invaluable untold stories.
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