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SilentMetanoia Aug 2016
Believe me, you're not the only one
who's broken, because If you look close
enough at all those around  you, you'll
only see remnants of scars and wounds from
past experiences that make up quarters and halves
where there had once been wholes.
Everyone has a story
Debbie Ogenyi Jul 2016
Love has stole  heart away
Treasured for a million years
How I wished for long she stay
Far  from her many fears

Heart is broken once again
What can fix her shattered soul
Mend her now and not for gain
Let her now be safe and whole
Playing with simple words,July 20th
PaperclipPoems Jul 2016
Some people are just made for you
You know it the second you enter a room they're in
You feel it before you even see them
You love them with every cell that makes your heart beat
They touch you and you crumble
They move and you follow
They breath and you can feel their inhale through your lungs
You become two halves of one person.
Yume Blade Jun 2016
Many reasons to gave up ,
One purpose to go on for ,
Go to the whole hog ,
To reach what you reclaimed so much ,
Never cry even if it's so hart ,
Until you get what you want ,
Than shed tears of joy ,
To remain you your hard work.
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.
.
go
down
down
down
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.
and reach your gain
.
Keren Jun 2016
She was whole
in silence but
there was someone
who made her feel like
something's missing in her life
and that
he is the missing piece to complete her life puzzle
so she welcomed him with open arms
and keep him locked in her shackled
not wanting to let him go
but he
was suffocated
he barely can breathe
because of the tightness
so he pushed her away
to feel alive again
And she tried to hug him again
because she felt incomplete
but he went missing
and
other pieces of her went missing too
each day
and soon she realized
she was whole before him
that he is just a filthy piece
WiltingMoon Jun 2016
Alone with a pen.
Thoughts walking along the coffee hue paper; it's life consisting of nothing but words with wanting.
Words that want a change in th e world that speaks, with tongues all the same.
Words that have lines, dots, loops.
Different placements have never tore the unity of worlds apart.
Alone with in emptiness.
Impossible feet, made possible with those with belief.
Of those who speak with not tongues.
Of those who mark with not ink.
But are alone with the many, and complete with the few.
Those that are the ancestors of the ancient tongues, and the creators of the scribbled ink.
Alone within and empty...
Alone with a beginning...
Alone with a pen...
Rochelle May 2016
He has a smile that lights up my whole face.
We're so lit we'll burn down the whole place.
With our passion we'll create fire.
And the love we make,
It screams desire.
I wrote this because seeing him smile makes me smile...
Enola Cabrera May 2016
Your vibrant sea eyes burned through me
Caressing every inch of my soul
Embracing my past and the hardship that follows

You accepted me for who I was
Which was more than I could ask for
Picking up my shattered pieces in attempt to make me **whole again
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