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Amanda Kay Burke Jan 2020
I am trying to write happy poems
To smile once more
Dull ache in my stomach
Trying to ignore

Try and try to be stronger
My chin up high
Living in the present
Let it pass me by

Trying to focus on the good
Instead dwelling on the bad
Start making new memories
Missing old ones had

Try not to complain much
To stifle tears
Embrace what is in front of me
These are my best years

I am so sick of wasting my life
Chasing goals impossible to attain
Stop throwing my health and money away
Learned down a bottomless drain

I have been alive for two dozen rotations
Around the boiling sun
I die a little bit every day
Decomposing each one
Keyword: TRYING
Maria Etre Jan 2020
I fell off the bed
little did I know
that I was
falling
in
something I have already
fallen for
S Smoothie Jan 2020
If I wrote for likes I wrote cheap. When I wrote for my soul to reach yours, I found joy and sincerity sending a hope of connecting with that one soul who needed to hear what I felt I should say.
Write because you need to, want to, love to!
cursed Jan 2020
I used to think that I only write when I’m sad or heartbroken.
It makes me think that I only love sadness.
Every time I’m happy, I didn’t have anything to say, but when I’m sad - I’ve got million of words flowing through my mind.
I’ve learnt to just accept it; to write only when I’m sad.
I’ve learnt it’s my coping mechanism.

I love him. I care about him more than anything in this world.
At some point, I thought that he was my forever. Except two years later, I didn’t feel happy.
No, scratch that, I’ve been unhappy for awhile.
I have only been prolonging the break up.
He was perfect; a perfect gentleman. Although he has his cons, he was a great man.
I was his first love. The man have never dated anyone before. I used to think I was lucky.
He always makes sure that I’m happy, and never sad. He tries to cheer me up with his dumb jokes.
He always stayed positive even if we were 700km away, separated by the sea.
He had faith in me. He had faith in us. That made me stayed. That made me love him.

But he was also naive. He didn’t know how to really make me happy. I’m not trying to sound ungrateful; because I am grateful for his presence. He learns things on social media on how to make a girl happy. He tried hard to make me happy when we’re far away from each other. He bought me gifts, he always helped me.

But all I wanted was to be understood.

I tried explaining to him a lot of times. But sometimes, people do have a hard time understanding mental illness and I don’t blame him for that. I stopped making him understand about me. I still stood by his side; pushing him to be the best version of himself. I had no one but him in my lowest moments, and so I stayed for him. I fought hard for our relationship.

Until I couldn’t fight anymore.

I felt caring for him was tiring. I felt keeping it all inside was tiring. I felt like making him understand is tiring because he just never understands. He tried to help; or so he thought; but it was never a help. There were words that I’ve listened to a lot of times.

I didn’t want to be a burden to him anymore. I tried to hold on by reading our texts, trying to remember everything that we’ve been together. I tried to think of what our friends would’ve handled it. I thought about him. I thought of us.

But I never thought of me.
I realized I was holding on to the relationship because it was for him and other people.
I’m telling him soon that I’m leaving him.
I have always cared for him. He will always have a special place in my heart.

But I matter most.
I haven't been writing, and I felt it is my healthiest coping mechanism. So, if somehow my ex is reading this, know that I loved you hard.
danial Jan 2020
sometimes, i leave pages blank
for all the poems i have yet to write
all the words i am still figuring out
how to pen down
FairlyCultured Jan 2020
I will write you
The real you
In a different light

I will write you
Until you root for yourself
Until you find yourself
Until you realise you deserve the things you dreamt of
Until you realise you can dream more
Never put yourself down, what you need sometimes is to see yourself as a different person, to change perspective.
Dani Jan 2020
Whether spoken
Or written down upon paper
It can never be taken away
It shall linger
In pen
In minds
Filled with love
Filled with hate
Healing
Festering
The power to raise up kingdoms from nothing
And destroy them just as quickly
Laying forgotten in drafts
In stories of old their songs lost
Among the dust of the past
Spreading truth
Spreading lies
Words are the unwritten paradoxes
Waiting to find their place in the world
A reflection on the power of words
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