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Amaris Jul 2019
You gave me silken scarves and solitude
To weave my own bindings
You gave me surpluses of satin
Bandages for skin you broke
You gave me Swarovski accessories
As if it excused your absences
You gave me smooth apologies
A salve to my twisted fingers
Sabila Siddiqui Jul 2019
She found herself painting her pain away
and writing her heartache away.
She escaped all the ones who hurt her,
creating an extension from pain to painting
and far more.
She transfigured all the betrayals,
broken trusts, hurt
into stepping steps.
Indulging in her passions,
she found escape.
Letting her to be swayed by the pain
than to be drowned in it.
Vic Jul 2019
The past month,
I noticed something.
Everything makes me so tired.
I don't post poems anymore,
I don't write anymore.
Can't think of new stories to write,
All the colour is gone.
Things are made up at the spot,
Too worthless to deny.
I'm trying to control it.
The world is silently passing by.
A "poem" every day
fraudelle Jul 2019
Stars...
They flicker...
They shine
They glimmer...
They dancing with rhyme.
But
Some of them falls
Some of them false
And all of them will die

Just like your promises...
#last #stars #dusts
Shakti Asana Jul 2019
I will fight for you
I will write for you
sing my song
for you
for you
I will sing my songs of healing,
sing my songs
revealing
my true love...

I will write for you
I will fight for you
In my heart
in my arms
you belong.

I have a right to you.
From several lifetimes through
to this one where we met, and love began

Again.

I will write for you.
Will you write me too?
Will you use the same words now as you did then?

Will you fight for me, as I fight for you?
Fight to hold onto the joy we share.

Rest now, my love.
My darling, my dove.
Aphrodite has nothing on you.

Rest your head, my weary prince.
Let me take off my dress.
And hold our hearts together until we melt.
Completed naked, wrapped in a bright yellow sheet, with my energy rising. So grateful for the gift of words, but so aware of their failings. If you, reading me, resonate with these words and with my energy, then we are in alignment, probable soul mates. If you find my words ugly, unappealing, or judge my writing maturity, then we are simply not in alignment. It means nothing about you and nothing about me. Go thy way and drink from a well that is more fulfilling. I am healed. I fear no rejection. To all who read this, I love you. I love you. I love you.
ClawedBeauty101 Jul 2019
When your so dumb founded and you can not write
When your mistakes are haunting you at the darkness of night

The regrets you have piled like books on a shelf
Trying to pick up the broke pieces as I deny myself

I can't write anymore.. I cant bring my self to do it
Forgive me God I'm trying to get right through this

But this Cat feels as if she's lost all nine lives
It's been so difficult to get by

I can't write... I've tried.. not without speaking what I wish I could've done
But they say apologizing makes it worse... but that's all I've done!

You dont know how horrible this feels. I am fighting to move on
Abandoning my poetry is the first step. As I am trying to keep calm

Forgetting that poetry exist for now is where I have to start
As I ask God to mend the pieces of this broken heart
Only time will tell if I'll ever return here or not. But for now. This is one of the ways I have to learn to let go for now and trust God with it
Vic Jul 2019
I don't want to write anymore
A "poem" every day
Lilly F Jul 2019
oh love, just for the day
can we act the words in my poems into existence?
the sentences I write, would you please say?
could our lives become consistent?


© L.F.
Invitation to pretend to be the people I write us as.
take my pen.
write your own conclusion.

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take my pen.
scribble your own miseries.

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take my pen.
jot your own formalities.

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take my pen.
scrawl your own elegy.

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take my pen.
compose your own poetry.

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take my pen
scribing is no use for me.
Olivia Henkel Jul 2019
I am appreciating this process, and awareness

a feeling without definition

a knowing that cant be expressed
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