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Bob Dec 2018
She's  missing a hand because it was holding mine
That cutout use to be me
My smile was as big as theirs
April of two thousand and fourteen at Clearwater Beach
We had a stranger take it twice
A lady with a green hat walked into the first shot
Back when our future had a sense of being endless like the ocean view
Back when I was old enough but not wise enough to catch the clues
Back when you had me believing you really loved me

It's a old picture with a new face
He's held in by scotch tape
She's still missing her hand
I can still feel it in mine
He wasn't there so that smile is fake
He wasn't the one who danced under the stars as the moon provided a spotlight
Down the beach letting the waves wet our feet
Is he the reason you started with the lies
What does he have I don't
Is this the man you stopped loving me for
If it was meant to be their wouldn't be a need for that tape
Besides he looks as out of place as you do when your with him
Who wears suit and tie on the beach anyways

That pictue is now ashes
I couldn't take it anymore
It went up quick
To quick so I poured gas on the ashes and burned them some more
That mark on the floor is permanent
Like the bad taste you left in my mouth
But as soon as I can put these pieces back together
I'm going to love again
The shore is in sight
Higher ground I'll soon be standing on
I want to laugh in your face
Brag till it makes you break
But I won't
Because I can't
Love won't allow that
I'll always be here
I refuse to pretend some of the best days I ever had wasn't with you
You walking away won't make me regret seven years of my past
It's how you get a win from a loss
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Calliope Dec 2018
I still can’t write about him.
I still can’t say his name.
He is “the guy”.
The guy who ruined my childhood,
The guy who stole not only the safety of my bed,
But the safety in my head.
They tell me not to “let him win” or “give him the power”
But he already has it all.
There is no power left to give.
No game left to be won.
No innocence left to be claimed.
He can look at me, and he will know I’m his.
I’m his.
Mystic Ink Plus Dec 2018
हामी चिडीयाघर बनाएर
स्वतन्त्रता कैद गर्छौ
संग्रहालय बनाएर युद्धका
बिजय, पराजय कैद गर्छौ
पहिलोमा जिवित
दोस्रोमा निर्जिव
यि दुइ बीचका हामी
कति जिवित र कति निर्जिब छौ  

संग्रहालयलाई चिडीयाघरमा राखेर
वर्तमान
चिडीयाघरलाइ संग्रहालमा राखेर
भुत
रचिरहनु भन्दा
सबैले शान्ति निर्माण गर्न लागे
धर्तीमा बिजयका कथाहरुमात्र हुनेछन् ।
शैली : प्रेरणात्मक
Hunter Dec 2018
Shut your mouth
Take your crap head south
I will not stop now
I will figure this out somehow
This won't be my end I vow
I will push on to be my best
While you'll go south I'll go west
I don't need to walk far on this earth
To find how much I am worth
I am as powerful as I let myself be
So I will give you to the count of three
Head down south while I’ll go west
There is no time to rest
My destiny is in my hands
You will not stop my plans
For you cannot win
And I cannot lose
Mystic Ink Plus Dec 2018
न तोडन सक्यौ, न मोडन सक्यौ
न यो मनलाइ आफुमा जोडन सक्यौ
न हल्लाउन सक्यौ, न सुकाउन सक्यौ
न मेरो विचारलाइ भत्काउन सक्यौ
न लडाउन सक्यौ, न बदल्न सक्यौ
न दिल चुडाएर, जलाउन सक्यौ
आकास र धर्ती बीचको पुललाइ
न बलले पन्छाउन सक्यौ
न किन्न सक्यौ, न खोस्न सक्यौ
न यो मनलाइ एक पल चिन्न सक्यौ
पद, प्रतिष्ठा भन्दा माथिको यो दुनियामा न तिमी छिर्न सक्यौ
न मेरो स्वाभिमानलाइ
न विचारलाइ, निचोर्न सक्यौ
दबायौ केहि क्षणमात्र, न तिमीले जित्न सक्यौ

न तोडन सक्यौ, न मोडन सक्यौ
न यो मनलाइ आफुमा जोडन सक्यौ ।
शैली :अमूर्त
Haruharu Dec 2018
The words of not being good enough.
Yet you can't leave me alone.
A game without rules.
So who's winning?
Who's winning when the both of us are losing?
Shadow Dragon Dec 2018
Im split between two,
good and evil.
Sitting one each shoulder
kissing my neck.
Caressing my brain
one more than the other.
But I will not let the devil win,
I'll hold on to the good.
Until happiness decides
I no longer deserve to be happy.
SEHO Nov 2018
I am today
A grain of sand
An insignificant moment
Yet it is a grain of sand
In the desert of time
Where my the wind is life
Mountains of hopes and dreams
Pits full of anger and fear
There is no forecast in this desert
No such thing as expected change
Today are mountains
Tomorrow is caves

Wherever the wind blows
Whichever way time goes
No matter how tall the mountain has become
Or where these pits come from

Walk through your desert
Moments here will never come twice
Joyful moments can only come by if you climb
If you walk through your desert

The desert of time


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