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aviisevil Dec 2015
I wish I could see
how I was consumed before
I am not who you see
I am not here anymore

I am a stranger to myself
mirror has stopped speaking
and I don't feel the air
even though I'm still breathing



forgotten places whisper to me
call me back to where I once belonged
there is nothing out there anymore
and I've been gone for so long
there's nothing back there for me
it's all gone
it's all gone




cutting open the old scars
I want to find it all again
tied to a different tale
every word is still the same

I will erase my sight
so I can be blind to my own fragility
I wish I was more than what I've become
I've forgotten what I wanted to be



I will fade into the pieces
that sheltered me from my own
in one smile and a thousand diseases
it's all gone, it's all gone

if I consume myself today
I know there will be no one left to mourn
for all that i had once means nothing
it means nothing if I was never born


forgotten places whisper to me
call me back to where I once belonged
there is nothing out there anymore
and I've been gone for so long
there's nothing back there for me
it's all gone
it's all gone

People who stood there once before
No one is there anymore
how the world forgets
where the sun sets.
Seth Milliman Dec 2015
It was so many years ago,
The fallen downtrodden path began.
But because no future could be told,
Life must be lived in one's own hand.
I can only make predictions,
Even though I know they can't stand.
I have seen and felt,
Loved and lost.
What more can be?
How much can one see?
Before you grow into a weary old defying man.
Hanna Kelley Dec 2015
I have not felt this happy in years, thank you
Phoenix Dec 2015
Kiss me,
love me,
Don't leave me.

Hold me tight,
Be my light,
Cuz you're so bright!
Yeah...uhh...don't ask. Just, don't. The prompt was : Write a poem about kissing or about a kiss. No word in the poem can be more than one syllable.
It isn't too late to join! You can write poetry that ***** or rocks (Or both) and you don't turn it in! info@mostpoetry.org
Kegan Dec 2015
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January was the first of many months.
February is the second time I realized that when
March rolled around that you wouldn't be there in
April to hold me.
May wasn't any better because,
June came too quickly.
July came in with fireworks but all I got was burns from the sparks.
August days were spent picking up grains of sand hoping in
September would be different.
October I carved a smile on me instead of the pumpkins but
November the scar started to show.
December. I made it thought another year alone.
I'll get through next year too.
Julie Grenness Dec 2015
Note well, all you New Year's mad hatters,
It's the future that really matters,
With all your joyous bevies and beers,
Blazing fireworks and raucous cheers,
What does really matter,
All you party hearty mad hatters?
What's our New Year's resolutions,
As we commence our anticipation?
What about peace as liberation?
Or making extinct extinction,
For all our human population,
And our animal populations?
Can we think of any new solutions,
Beyond reafforestation?
How can we end terrorism?
Which masks the real perdition--
Running the world on munitions....
Very unpopular thoughts, my dears,
One of my muse's strange ideas,
How can we create a better place,
For everyone in the human race?
So, all you New Year's mad hatters,
It's all our futures that matter.
Written for a contest, Resolutions.
Julie Grenness Nov 2015
Retirement and the remote control,
This sounds like a whinge in an ode,
Retired men and remote controls,
Includes, "Who gave old men phones?"
Is this what 'golden years' meant?
Defensible violence to retired men?
You'll be getting good manners for tea,
And not much more from me!
Don't you go T-Rex on me!
I want a  turn on that remote control, please,
You've turned into  a sook and a toad,
My 'golden years' whinge in an ode.
Feedback welcome.
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