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Kurt LaVacque Oct 2014
I write letters to the ones that matter
To the ones that care
Even passing on a flight of stairs
I look
She looks
Our lives could be words in a story book
I read her face
She reads mine
A poet wouldn’t believe how much we rhyme
I hold her
She holds me
I wonder if this is all dream
Each page of mine intwined in hers
As we fall asleep until our yet to be written verse
Arcassin B Sep 2014
by Arcassin B



excuses have no uses,
when you fall in love,
type writer when there is nothing else,
write what you feel,
doesn't matter where you from,
been bullied constantly,
about something i can't control,
being nervous isn't easy,
when your 17 years old,
hiding from what the truth is,
trying to conceil it,
but thats my business,
fighter,not a talker,
i don't give a ****,
and when you read it,
hope you see what i been through,
with you,
coming home everyday,
with loosened shoe strings, they were blue,
got in a fight today,
they had the sky in fire as they lit a fuse,
wish i could cut off my skin,
but i don't have the *****,
finding the strength within,
to search for a greater flaws,
did you read it yet?
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2014/09/when-you-read-it.html
ejb Sep 2014
we always joke about being together

but what if i'm not joking

what if i really do love you and want to be with you?

do you really love me too?

or are you just joking.
does this even make sense idk
Kurt LaVacque Sep 2014
I haven't fallen 
Yet to rise it seems 
Im crawling in and out of breath
Testing the limits of your life and my death
Subjectively defying the gravity, that we lie in-between 
Screaming for a better way to stay clean, 
From all the lies that you meant to say
Just doubt melting from your face
Laced with despair, and sorrow
Borrowing my heart, discarding the lies you gave to start, with
Understanding half of what it is, depends on which truth decides to win
Bringing more pain, and anguish
Flustering failed attempts at love 
Shoved aside like a lonely lion cub 
Begging for mercy as the night breaks the awareness, surrounded by the rest
Protecting more that just her heart from the mournfulness of death
So sleep softly my child
For the light isn’t the only thing that shines in the wild
17th Aug 2014
so close yet so far
so thin yet so fat
so dark yet so bright
so wrong yet so right
so hot yet so warm
*so yours yet so mine
Lani Foronda Jul 2014
This insanity is keeping me sane.
This frustration
Reminds me that I can still feel.
This pain in my chest
Tells me that my heart is still working.
I let out a breath of sweet relief
Knowing that I haven't grown numb just yet.
But the "yet" sends a chill down my
s
p
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Because "yet" means soon.
& the "yet" means I can't escape.
April 24, 2013
Rohit Rohan Jun 2014
Crazy people, scientists!
They say all our breaths are atoms
Of this system
And we breathe in similar atoms
With similar breaths
Similar memories
That live on

Sitting in a different place today
Different glasses
Different poisons
New people
Different lives
Yet,
Same stories

Guess those scientists
Were right
Somewhere..
CP Jun 2014
I hope you find a way to be yourself
I hope you look in the mirror and you feel a connection to your own reflection
I hope you push away the boulder on your back, that pushed you down to the ground
For that is not where you belong
You should be crowned
Crush the stones for all the wrongs

I hope you find a way to be yourself
Regardless of what others think
Silence their intrusive thoughts with your darts of confidence
Silence their criticisms with your smile of indifference
You've been patient too long, the ink has ran dry
Stop and think
Do you really need that drink?

I pray the best for you but I cannot do it for you
I hope you find a way to be honest with yourself
Shed this uncomfortable skin
Your new life could soon begin

I cannot save you within
Pick up your own ink
For I hope you find a way to be yourself
Or even better to like yourself
Daylight 4U2C May 2014
There was a song,
I recall like a drug.
From my childhood,
yet faintly lost at sea.

It was a sweet song.
A whistle?
A sweet song indeed.
It was a humming,
and a hemming.
And I sway to the long,
for that old sweet song.

The song that shut
sweet child eyes.
The song that could
disguise bad times.
The song filled with warmth,
to soften my ice.
The song that calmed pain,
proving the existence of 'truly nice.'

This song from way low,
to the day I now know,
is my..heart
my..sky
my lu-lu-lullaby
I always wanted my parents to sing me to sleep. Read me a book to sleep, but they didn't.
  The only thing my mom read to get me to sleep was the bible. And we weren't even that religious.

Now I love lullabies so much! Vienna Tieng- Lullaby For A Stormy Night is my #1!
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