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This town ain’t doin it for me
As I weep beneath the willow tree
I thought how could this come to be
When you’re the only one I see

And now I sit here and ponder so
About the things that I don’t know
And wonder what our time would show
With the moments shared so long ago

-AJT
Shut your eyes and go
to sleep listening to the
gnarled willows weep.
Kisses on the forehead
goodnight to ensure you
are tucked in just right.
I will sing you a gentle
lullaby as the birds fly
off into the jet black sky.
The moon is laying low
for you to use as a night
light in case you are to
get a nightmare and feel
a distressing kind of fear.
But do not be scared of
what lurks and loiters in
the shadows of your soul
for I will hold your hand
and tame those demons
to a dominant demand.
The hold they have had
for quite some time is
now reaching the end
of its disintegrated line.
I can see your cold smile
defrosting in the sun now
as the willows shake off
the winter snow and you
capture some of the new
season’s glow inside of
your wholesome soul.
So my beloved friend,
shut your eyes and sleep
listening to the willows
weep as now this peace
is finally yours to keep!
s Willow Dec 2018
Whos Ghost sits at me door?
sitting and it weeps on the floor.
I watch him frown and glow.
His fears surrounded in woe.
His heart and soul shakes,
Sobs until the tears leave wakes.
The silence finally breaks
As distance waves of birds awake.

The ghost is a deep blue
But he has promises to keep
Until them he shall not sleep.
He lies i bed with ducts that weep.

He rises from the dead
With thoughts of sadness flooding his head.
He Idols being dead.
Face the day with never ending dread.

Who’s those sits at my door?
Weeping on the floor.
O paramour ! Will melt myself for your delight,
So that I'd stay weak and you be might.

I would go meaningless for the whole life,
And may you be someone's loving wife.

Would carry loads of your blames lifetime,
No clarification, write only a weeping rhyme.

I'm happy without you, is not a fact,
Would achieve a lot but be always lacked.

If you still accompany me but I can't be,
As it always rings in my brain, that you hate me.

It doesn't mean I don't miss you,
Perhaps it should be a good adieu.

I always devote you like my muse,
And through my poesy would make readers amuse.

You forget me but I'd never,
Drape your dignity ever and forever.

I always would be bitter like a neem tree,
And heal other's deseas to make them free.

You forget and miss me never,
But I Keep loving you forever,
Dark love poem
Shariq Jawed Nov 2018
I
Tried
To be
Perfect
For you...

You
Rejected
The concept
Of perfection
For me...

I
Gave
All that
I had inside
To you...

You
Ignored
And returned
Just emptiness
To me...

I
Slept
Weeping
And thinking
Of you...

You
Stood
Wide awake
Wanting nothing
Of me...
Amanda Kay Burke Nov 2018
There's something in the air
Sounding similar to a symphony
World sheds melodic raindrops
Look at the downpour and see

It is as if I'm hallucinating
All the tears I've ever cried
The sky my martyred substitute
Weeping loudly open-eyed
I don't write about nature much but when I do it usually ends up relating back to my feelings anyways somehow..
GONNER Oct 2018
~~~~~~{TRIGGER WARNING}~~~~~~

This girl
Torn,
Beaten up,
Sad,
Lonely,
Didn’t know much about love.
She was so used to being ignored.
This boy
Loved,
Known by everyone,
Kind,
Wished he’d never gotten all the attention.

The boy noticed the girl,
Asked her her name
No answer.
She’s so used to the quiet
So used to no one addressing to her
his words just passed her ears.
The only sound she heard was the clock
Tick- tick-
He asks again, this time a bit louder
Not being rude
She answers, very softly
Willow
Before he could say his name, she replies with I know
He thinks that name is really pretty
He wonders how he’s never noticed her before

These two built a friendship
One the girl never had before
She started to feel happy for once.
Unknowingly, this was a bet
She finds out
She finds out that this boy was rude,
Inconsiderate,
Just an overall nasty person.
Before she liked the boy
But this boy ended up breaking her more
Shattering her heart like a piece of ceramic.
The trust that was once found,
Now lost in the lies

She realizes why she never had any friends
It was because of the fear of something like this.
She goes back to the girl everyone saw her as
Weeping Willow
This time more depressed,
Lonely,
Sad,
Beaten up,
Torn.
These people drove her insane
She told that boy everything,
He told everyone else everything.
Those secrets being exposed hurt
She was overall hurt.

She feels empty,
Overwhelmed,
Mentally exhausted.
It came to the point where she couldn’t handle it,
This wasn’t any old joke,
These kids never knew her,
They never took the time to know her
It took just one person to find out everything for everyone.
Her world collapsed within not even a month.

She walked over to a tree,
Climbed the tree,
There was an unknown object in her hand.
She could only think about her insanity,
Other people’s insanity,
And what was in her hand.
She can’t think anymore,
Her mind took over,
The unknown object is a rope,
She’s on airplane mode,
Her mind tells her to tie it
2 places
She counts down to three…
1….
She can’t think,
It’s too late.
2….
Everything is flashing before her.
3.
The story of Weeping Willow.
my frendo Miranda wrote this and wanted me to post it for her
Jillian Jesser Oct 2018
summer is over

i watched it turn

while the quiet grace in my eyes went hard

why do i always
go here

when there
is so soft and curved
a pillow to lay the palm of a hand

the wet fog rolling in on a cool morning
pools behind my eyes
the cement beneath my feet
tenses for fall

and I wait
Jillian Jesser Oct 2018
Thinking of the time they did coke in my apartment,
and they suddenly realized
I was beautiful

I would have been before, too,
but you were always worried about your tutor
and the white sludge
dripping down the back of your throat
tap tap tapping
on your brain, that couldn't take it anymore, but did.

Now, you live with a woman who works with children
they hear the tap tap tapping
on their brain
and they would have been beautiful, anyway.

You are somewhere with no answers to questions,

no weeping
no laughter

and the tap tap tapping on your brain.

You are old, and you cannot see the sky.
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