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I will live forever
in the ink of a pen
and a letter on a page.
Marta Mar 2018
I don’t write
That implies some creative act
Instead
I catch the thoughts as they pass by
Bottle them into shapes
And display them
Hoping for the oohs and aahs

I don’t write
That’s too peaceful
I  stalk the words
I wrestle with them
Hold them down
For posterity
And for fame

I don’t write
I beg
For acceptance
For appreciation
For validation
For me
Kuvar Mar 2018
Before you say this is *******
Read the first line again
Before you say this is *******
Read the third line again
Before you say this is *******
Read the fifth line again
Before you say this is *******
Read the first line from the third word
This is *******, Isn't it?
Poet poetry depression write read *******
YoYoWrites Mar 2018
I was happy with the man I wanted to have a future with.
I was happy with the friends who told me to stay away from you.
I was happy with the family that told me you were a bad influence.
But then you showed up again.
And my heart raced like it did when we were together.
I started to have second thoughts about the man I wanted to have a future with.
I wanted to prove the friends who told me to stay away from you wrong.
But I couldn’t go back those times.
All this time I thought I was missing you but I was wrong. I didn’t miss you. I missed what we had and what we had are now memories who have burned themselves deep in my mind who are constantly on repeat and thats whats making me miss you.
recent breakup and it inspired me to write this.
TA Mar 2018
you've been good to me
you've shown me the way to be free
I want to give something in return
so I wrote this poem that I've learn

You are the instrument of my song
LISTEN
      LISTEN
           LISTEN
To the beat of your heart as it play along.
I've never been this in love before
but I know that you are someone I wont fall for.

You are the song that plays in the background
before I knew it, you're all ready there,
standing
watching
playing
singing
waiting
and I was dumbfounded.
you are the instrument that lives in me....
you are my inspiration that drove me here..
I feel blessed that I've known you
because without you

I will never be a writer of expression.
dunno if I did it correctly.
your thoughts?
Ps. just playing around with words again. do you mind translating this poem for me to understand what the hell did I wrote.
Kartikeya Jain Mar 2018
And everytime
I put my arms
around her,
I burn.

- Oh, she's fire.
LDP Mar 2018
Manifesting are the worries you constantly put out
Infecting the mindset of the joyful.
Why are you so inconsiderate??
Play nice.
Stop being the sucker,
You can only drain so much from a person.
Like a leech,
You won't unattach until you are full and feel fulfilled for
your own pride and needs.


-LDP
Kathleen Rose Mar 2018
We both know I ain't a poet
& I sure as hell can't sing
But I do it 'cause of you, man
Yeah, I do it 'cause of you

I write these stupid words
I sing these ****** songs
& I do it all for you, man
Yeah...I do it all for you.
When you don't even have to think, and it just finds its way out.
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