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Heart beats
Face heats

Hands shake
Legs quake

Eyes dart
Tears start

Gasping for air
As the voices blair

Happening every night
Due to this, I write

The only time I can speak
Are on these pages as my lungs leak
Trupoetry Dec 2015
I have so many words for you
Words of truth
Words that tip toe
to the top of my tongue
plunge themselves into my lap
like folded love notes
I am not too nervous to give it to you
I'm far too nervous that I'll have to take it away
Now I understand why women cry during marriage proposals
The laboring and long suffering of getting to know yourself
then trusting yourself with someone else
is enough to make anyone cry. ❤️
My work isn't always about my life but it is indeed always about life!
LifeBeauty13 Sep 2015
Longing to be a Writer,
a wordsmith of the spirit,
the possibility within my soul,
can I see the ability to really do it.
Aching to grow to become more,
yet so afraid to open my door,
Others will see and make their choice,
Whether or not to hear my voice.
Erika Castaldo Dec 2015
One day, she’ll write a book,
A book that will influence thousands
For years to come.

One day, she’ll pour her heart out
For all the world to see
And touch the hearts of
Those who feel alone.

One day, a young girl will open that book
And realize the world isn’t so bad.
She’ll grow up with hope
Despite all the bad she sees.

One day, a young boy will read that book
And experience a brand new world,
One where his mother speaks to him
And his dad doesn’t beat him every night.

One day, she’ll make people happy.
Maria Etre Dec 2015
It knocked on my door
the cracked door the guarded
the core of what I call home

I have glued it so many times
sometimes with cheap adhesive
others, I thought I'd be artsy
and used gold
maybe something broken can be beautiful
or so I thought

It was cold outside
do you think that's why it knocked?
It wanted some sanctuary some ****** heat?

It knocked with all its might
I was alone inside, enjoying my aloneness
with glue, sticking together the remains
of time

"Go away"
I screamed, I knew who it was
the door was shaking with every pound
the core of this chamber was vibrating
rippling fear, well it's not fear per say
but something I've felt before
something familiar

"I don't want you here"
I yelled it the same way
I'd say it to a returning lover
******* and your doings

The wind blew and blew
and the pounding escalated
so did my screams

I can foretell what it wants
from the pounding
I can feel it again  
just like how a song can ignite
feelings from the past
just like a cologne can time travel you
to that moment, on that street
I know what it wants

Suddenly the pounding stopped
so did the nostalgia trip
I came back to reality
with a glue stick in my hand
and a shard of glass in the other
"caution fragile pieces can cause bleeding"

My mind was not completely at peace
curiosity kicked in, OH LORD IT DID
I jolted to the door
and peeked from the peep hole
there it was, in a raincoat
standing there, looking back at me

Frantic, I felt my knees weaken
the mind sparked some logic
but the heart, that stupid heart
embraced everything else

"Let me in
I miss my home, I miss the warmth
I can see that you glued the door
the one I jolted from
the one I cracked and broke"

I was scared, it was fear this time
mixed with bits and pieces of adrenaline
"I know this feeling, I know it"
I recounted in my head, making sure
it was engraved in my thoughts

"but if I do, it's different now
this house is no longer a home
it's cushioned with protection
glued with experience
decorated with time
and fortified by mental rationale"

It knocked again
like an angry lover
aching to touch his woman again
like an insane human
coming off of his prozac

"It's time, you're rotting
from the inside, I know your beauty is eternal
but it's time you let me in"

Tears ran down my cheeks
I do miss the feeling
of sweaty palms, of butterflies
that feeling of fading into one
of smiling, of pausing time

But I do know that if I open that door
I will be the
person
to throw him out again
breaking
my cracked door
starting from scratch

What do you think?
Should I let him in
this
time
around?

or shall I wait
for the person
who comes jolting through
burning my door with passion
surprising
my core?
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Mia Wallace Dec 2015
I'm still learning how to fill my body.
Let alone the universe
What kind of space do I take up?
Not enough.
The answer is always "not enough".
On the couch I curl my body
Until I'm camouflage.
I sleep alone on my bed
Leaving room for entire cities
I walk down busy streets
Dodging bodies and buildings
Like I might ignite them.
My voice is a cracked window
Down the street from my soul.
In bright rooms
I dance in shades of black and white
With feet that don't quite fill my shoes.
Yet my poems use the reddest colors of the solar system
On pages too small for my pen
Kara Subido Dec 2015
You know what the minute you told me that
I had the chance to be with you,
I took that opportunity even if
It means I have to shrink myself
So i could fit into your chaotic world.

You know what everyone knows that
I fought for you;
I tried to keep the fire alive,
But it felt like you were being suffocated.
You needed air so badly that you
Left without even pouring water in me.

You know what it ***** how you played
The game fair and square but it seems like
It's not enough and that you're not enough
To satisfy the empty spaces between you
And that person.

You know what I spent half a year,
Caught up with you;
Caught with your lies,
Caught with all your petty drama.

Maybe  I will never be what you need.
Maybe we don't really know what we want.
Maybe we don't want something that will last.
Maybe we only want someone there temporarily.
Maybe out all of the ''maybe's'' we're not made for each other.

If it took me a year to find you,
I can sure find someone who'd
Fall for me.
Fall for all my insecurities,
Fall for the things you once took for granted.

Maybe then you'll see how foolish you are
For letting someone who gave everything
For you out of your life.

So remind yourself every single day that
You're still lucky;
Still lucky to be alive.
Maybe somewhere beneath this sadness
Someone is waiting for you.
Kara Subido Nov 2015
Ilang oras na ba ang iyong ginugugol para sa kaniya?
Hindi man lang niya nagawang kamustahin ka.
Alam mo kahit simpleng ''Anong ganap sa'yo, Okss ka lang''
Tatanggapin ko kahit ano man yon basta galing sa'yo.

Ilang panahon na ba ang aking naubos para sa'yo?
Nasugatan pero eto ako pilit lumalaban.
Umaasa na matatauhan ka din.
Na isang panaginip lang ang lahat nang 'to.
Dahil sa huli tayo pa din.

Dahil kahit ilang beses man akong mabigo,
Ako'y handang masaktan
Masaktan ng isang katulad mo.
Lizley Nov 2015
To the one that got away:

                  I paint a rainbow everyday
                  with the tears I shed
                  and the sunshine I reckon
                  caressing my face


To the one that writes the poems:

                 *One day, someday
                  the night in your words will be filled
                  with the stars of tomorrow
                  Reckon you’ll be okay
© Lizley (Maria Flordeliz Yamog)
|09.17.2015|
It's alright, everything will be put back into place.
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