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A Feb 2016
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Where were you
When I struggled to get home

Where were you
When I needed someone to confide in

Where were you
When I needed help

Where were you
When I was alone

Where were you
When I had nothing

Where were you
When I was scared

Where were you
When I was forced to bare myself

Where were you
When I needed helping hands

Where were you
When my life dwindled on life or death

Where were you
When I lost my sense of reality

Where were you
When I was being defiled

Where were you
When I was being filled with hate

Where were you
When I was surrounded by anger

Where were you
When I wanted to die

Where were you
When I wanted a hug

Where were you
When I needed confidence

Where were you
When my life was asunder

Where were you
When I felt used

Where were you
When I lost all sense of right

Where were you
When I began to forget

Where were you
When I began to deny

Where were you
When I sought only self-gratification

Where were you
When I desired truth

Where were you
When I desired understanding

Where were you
When my Mother wasn't to be found

I know where you were
You were watching me

You were watching me
Begin to hate myself

You were watching me
Be defiled

You were watching me
Struggle home

You were watching me
When I needed help

You were watching me
Deny the truth

You were watching me
Seek truth

You were watching me
Be surrounded with anger

You were watching me
Be live for and with hate

You were watching me
When I was alone

You were watching me
When I needed a confidant

You were watching me
Lose my sense of self

You were watching me
Seek after my own demise

You were watching me
Fill my cup with self-gratification

You were watching me
When I needed more hands

You were watching me
When I was scared

You were watching me
Be forced upon

You were watching me
As I was in need

You were watching me
As death knocked at my door

You were watching me
Need love and attention

You were watching me
Lose self-esteem

You were watching me
When I forgot truth

You were watching me
Believe lies

You were watching me
When I sought understanding

All this time you only watched
My own parents ONLY watched.
EtherealOmega Dec 2015
Time for loneliness to settle in,
Hope to the gods I never give in.
The pain spreads like flowers,
Hoping that this wont be my final hour.

As I sit here lost in my thoughts,
I know that it was not all for naught.
I'm stuck here only to watch so far away,
through this painful window miles away.

I clutch at this pendent of mine,
To remind myself of the better times.
A smile always seems to cross my face,
Setting my mood with a new pace.

I hold onto these things,
These things called dreams.
In hope for a better time to be.

- 50RR0W
Once again a poem of my date mate's. When I finally checked back on my G+ I found this on my dash.
Anyways this is a goodbye for now since I'm not gonna be online until some things in my life clear up.
Best of luck to all of you in this game that we call life!
Nathan Wilson Dec 2015
She just runs around all day.
At night she can't sleep.
I watch her as she stops to weep.
She's feeling overwhelmed but keeps to herself.
Bottling it all up on the top shelf.
So I just watch her unravel.
As she travels.
Through this grey, ugly life.
I wish that I could help with the strife.
But she just passes me by.
PaperclipPoems Nov 2015
There was a certain shade of blue
That I happened to only find in you
A certain song I would often hear
That now lets me know that you are near

Neither sad nor joyous
You seem to love and embrace us
A memory so faint and all so clear
I see you in my dreams and sense you're near

In darkness I fear not
For, by my side you have a spot
A watchful eye, an attentive ear
Present or not, I still know you are near.
brandon nagley Nov 2015
Pнyѕιcally ιn eхтreмιѕ
Iғ тoмorrow'ѕ мιne laѕт;
I'll вe waтcнιng over тнee laѕѕ.


©Brandon nagley
©Loneѕoмe poeт'ѕ poeтry
©Earl Jane nagley dedιcaтed-Fιlιpιno roѕe
( in extremis ) means dying....

Poem reads for ones who can't read fancy writing

Physically in extremis
If tommorow's mine last;
I'll be watching over thee lass.
Ever have that feeling like someone's watching you?
That feeling you get when you feel eyes on you all the time?
It makes you feel scared, like they want something.
And when you look, they don't look away, they just stare.
That sense of someone wanting something, but not speaking.
It makes you feel like you want to disappear, not be seen.
Until finally, they walk away, leaving you alone again.
And though, you feel better, it still leaves you wary.
Wary of why that person wouldn't stop staring.
Wary of thinking they might do the same thing again.
Thinking they may come back to stare at you again.
It just makes you feel so wary, like they want your attention.
Being watched is something you don't ever want to be.
Because it's a horrible feeling, that leads to being paranoid.
I just had that feeling a few minutes ago, and had to write about it.
It's creepy when someone won't take their eyes off you for no apparent reason. I wanted to ask what she wanted, but couldn't. It was just too freaky seeing her watching me, not saying a word. Well, that's my freaky poem for today. Thanks for reading this if you did. Feel free to like, comment, what you want to do. Again, thanks for reading, bye! :)
KILLME Oct 2015
Sometimes
i type in
what i have to
to find You
just to see
how You're doing

i still miss You
i'm sorry
Mikayla Oct 2015
She yelled to the whole world hello.

She didn’t wish to be alone.

She didn’t wish to be rejected.

She didn’t wish to live this life.

She didn’t wish to be in this world.

She didn’t wish for her world;

to crumble apart.

She wished to be happy.

She wished for a perfect boyfriend...

She even wished for a perfect family.

But her family,

Banished her to her room...

She’s not coming back;

She’s done something so terrible.

She’s keeping an eye on the world.

She takes the pills she had hidden in her room;

She takes the razor blades and cuts her wrist.

And...

She whispers to the world goodbye.
Phoebe Thomasson Sep 2015
I see you on our Little Planet
doing your lives
being human
being something like me
living your life
what is that?
life?
it seems to be a complete miracle...

I myself am in favour of our survival
and to see where it all ends up
like one giant experiment
with ourselves
we keep exploring
each other
and ourselves
until the end of time...

whenever that is?
I was just watching Little Planet on YouTube and saw other people....a tear streaked my eyes....and my toddler eats a banana on my lap as this types itself through my trained fingers.....poetry rocks!!!!!
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