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Seanathon Sep 24
The rain unsettling shakes more than me
It shakes the summer out of the pensive trees
The quiet out of the evening still
The confidence out of the newfound skill
And more so than the colored leaves
Which newly rest on dampened ground
As the sorting of the rain gives way
Resulting in a plethora of familiar sounds
All merging beneath and moving fast
Like a symphony of cicadas in the summers past
Known only to one in time as the same  
As the parting whisper of trees in the rain
Written on a whim tonight, when I first heard the rain greet the evening trees and their fading leaves. True story, the idea behind this is that the trees part ways with their leaves, just as we human beings will one day have to part ways with our children. Slowly, steadily and with a whisper.

Seanathon Sep 9
To the side
With mindful eyes, lax
Like the smile which always wide
Comes back

Sitting beneath the old mailbox by the railroad tracks

Trying so hard not to forget
The words inscribed
Which you promised me
In the letter that never came
And why is that? Because I waited too long. LOL. Mr. Newman with the song. FTW.
A love like ours I no will never die all my crying seems to be all
For I know our love Is still so strong even though my darling you've passed
It won't be long before I see you again just a matter
time before we're together again
For I know which way now
I must go till my final days
Inevitably come
End of days I'll see your face again It be long before we're together
But till that day I'll keep your love hear In my heart
until that day
we meet
For what we started that of true love we will live over again  but this time
I'll not lose
How can this be I'm asking myself from the first time you wrote me from that moment
on  knew that I loved you and we'd remain friends
and stay that way for the rest of our
Mysteries of life sometime
never get solved especially when It comes to mysteries love
But for ever and always despite the distance between us I know we'll will always be
Johnny walker Jul 25
I feel at the crossroads of my life finally reached this point In time but It taken such a long journey through life to get where I
four ways In life I could go
but to where at the moment I don't know questions still ask myself
long and hard I'll have think
for life's Is so very different now I'm on my own honestly to where I don't know or perhaps I just stay where I am a comfort zone of
Anastasia Jun 11
She's like me.
But prettier.
With real cat ears
Instead of a headband.
Without acne
Or stretch marks
She gets close to people,
And she's not afraid to.

But she doesn't smile.
Or laugh.
She's silent.

But she also doesn't cry
or fall apart.

Which do I want to be?
Bohemian Feb 14
If a needle was to be put in my capillaries to forget you
I'd been a walking void.
If each time I thought about you could grow my hair by an inch,
I'd been the Tangle you read about.
If changing wrappers of my skin had not worked,
Could change my skin and bones.
If you were on the moon
I could study turning all upside down to be an astronaut.
Had my heart not recited your name,
My sleeves hadn't been upto this stretch.
If I could have a job of making you happy,
You would been immortal by now
If I were the Leonardo,
I had painted you smiling
Till eternity.
That went unseen ,yet prepared for your birthday ;just as silly as it sounds.
I'd stink
in pink
till ****
is dart
only to
start a
fight nobody
would win
with the
heart of  
severity when
she may
see their
epitaph here
would din
and mire
little hen
a girl in my heart
Julian Delia Jan 21
Stricken-down, struggling and stranded,
Dealt a hand that was quite underhanded.
I am done with never settling down,
Always having to run –
I am standing my ground stubbornly,
I am a storm of sounds,
Discourteously curmudgeonly.

I will not accept defeat -
I feel naught except the beat,
The rhythm, the flow, the show –
The hurt dissipates as I let go.
On these two feet,
I fight the finite, finicky, fraudulent conmen of deceit.
It’ll serve you right when you get roasted by the roaring heat,
When mother death cometh with hungry babes at her ****.

Stranded or at ease, it doesn’t matter,
Landed like a breeze, serving poetry on a platter.
I’ve been feeling like my time is really up,
Like there’s the ceiling and all I can do is get numb.
That, or just ******* wander off and die;
Just like that, with no explanation as to how or why.

I can’t go on like this, I can’t blow off life’s bliss.
Thing is, if I knew I was going to die and live on somewhere else,
I can’t even think of what I’d actually miss.
I don't know what to do with my poetry to be honest...doesn't really seem like anyone wants to read it, anymore. Maybe it's time to let go.
Johnny walker Nov 2018
So many times I think you
and of all things we used
do, all the times I told to you together forever we would be, said to so many
almost like a child
with a dream that never thinks the dream will ever end, almost believed this was true
Till the day you went away reality that's hits home, In the cold light
of day and shatters your very dreams, then you're left
not knowing which way to turn.
Lost not knowing which way to turn thinking how am going to cope now Helen's gone
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