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Where Shelter Jan 2015
are you seventeen yet?

have the berries and the shells
stained impossibly
your youthful heart permanent,
have you matured and learned
to end sentences
in question marks?

surely certainty and
alack, its absence,
haunts
all your waking poems,
wonder does your mother know
what you’ve purloined,
stored in you
from her withins?

so young, so much love
oil spilling,
do you wonder about
the depth of the field
you are drilling, extracting -
is the soft supple supply,
so, close to the surface,
endless?

life so far is but a draft.

take copious notes
for the best is yet
and I await patiently
the novella of your
adventures!
Few words engulfing dozens of emotions. 
Smiles covered those blushes, 
Bitterness holding hurt 
Yet ample of hidden love 

Just Like the phases of a bud
 Blooming into a beautiful flower. 
I discovered this sweet affection

Turning into a desperate passion 
Setting souls on the spark of desire  
Rekindles the thirst of a wild lover.

Once again,
On those fruitful aims. 
To behold u in those arms, 
Naked with the vulnerability of truth.  
Listen to that melodious voice. 
As heart unfurled those dark hues 

I know I'm not worth it sometimes.
To hold so pure and untamed soul. 
Yet I wanna be blemished with ur scars. 
To hold them as victorious marks 
Symbolizing all the love..
 that wants to build its way.
#love
#dreams
#romance
#bitterlove
E Apr 2020
you're a screen.
a glass.
but you fell face first and now you're breaking.
you've always been breaking since early before.
the shards come loose and fall with the dirt.
you're always losing shards.
why are you so cracked.
why can't you be one whole glass, one full screen, maybe with a few scratches but the cracks are too deep and you're falling apart.
stop falling apart.
i don't want you to crack all the way and become destroyed.
you're already cracked enough.
you've been dropped but fixed but dropped one too many times and you need a surgeon to help replace those shards you lost along your journey.

you're very oh so gentle and delicate.
maybe even one more drop can cause you to break completely.

you're such a flower.
so beautiful. but once you start picking at the leaves, it starts to decay. it starts to rot.
you pull off the pedals and mess with the stem, slowly suffering.
pull the flower out from the ground and you're a goner, you don't know how to replant, do you? no, you don't. so you die.

i don't want you to die.
i don't want to lose you.
my flower.
beautiful and powerful but yet so delicate and light.
so easily to be taken to the route of death.

i'm no flower.
i'm just a rock.
not beautiful.
not delicate.
but too rough and scarring.
i hate being a rock.

i break things.
i don't fix much.
i'm a burden.
i'll always be there.
in the corner looking at the flowers, but if i get too close i'll crush you and your beauty, your power.

i've crushed you enough as a rock.

i wish i could change
but i don't get to do anything different it seems like.
just a ******* burden on everything.
publishing old pieces i never showed the world. found these in my icloud notes and one-note.
Mrs Anybody Mar 2020
i want to
tell
my friends
about
my poems

i truly want
to show them
my purest me

but i am
not ready
to answer
the questions
i know
they would ask
also check out my other poems!  :)
Julia Walter Jan 2020
You know, man, jealousy is killing
But do you know, friend, that it's silly to sit at night for hours...
and make up stories in your head that are voluptuous?
Don't pour tears, but don't let your pain hurts the others around you.
Please, learn a lesson, let yourself go on,
you need to move on before that fire in your eyes goes out,
the fire of life, the fire of love and happiness that inspires others around you.
You know, man, you've done it proudly, honestly, idly.
But did you know that with her death, your mind has lost control,
and you've become weak.
The warm, playful summer has been turned into the frowning autumn.
The faces of the people around you have turned blue,
and their hair sat on it.
Now as it used to be, you don't count those days,
you don't live now and you see a shadow.
Her shadow that's haunting you,
the shadow that you invented in your home.
You know, man, it's time to end the game.
You know, friend, your life has come to an end...






Знаешь друг, ревность убивает
Но знаешь ли ты, друг, что глупо сидеть ночью часами
и сюжеты сладострастные придумывать в голове?
Слёз не лей, но болью своей не рань остальных вокруг тебя.
Пожалуйста, усвой урок, позволь себе идти дальше,
тебе необходимо жить дальше пока не погас тот огонь в твоих глазах,
огонь жизни, огонь любви и счастья, что вдохновляет остальных вокруг тебя.
Знаешь друг, ты справлялся гордо, честно, праздно.
Но знаешь ли ты, что со смертью её, разум твой потерял контроль,
и ты ослаб.
Теплое, игривое лето сменилось на хмурую осень.
Лица окружающих тебя людей, резко посинели,
а волосы их посидели.
Сейчас, как раньше было, ты не считаешь этих дней,
ты не живешь сейчас и видешь тень.
Её тень, что преследует тебя,
тень, которую придумал  ты у себя.
Знаешь друг, пора оканчивать игру.
Ведь знаешь ли друг, твоя жизнь подошла к концу...
Ruheen Jan 2020
Everything just comes and goes
Like lightning
But I can still hear the sounds
Like thunder

Everything just comes and goes
Like a butterfly
But I can still hear the sounds
Of its wings

Everything just comes and goes
Like a headache
But I can still hear the sound
Of the hammer in my head

I'm not crazy. Yet.
I'm not.
c Dec 2019
I like the word “yet”
Because it opens the door
To possibility

You don’t love me
Yet
But that doesn’t mean
You never will
I’ve had writers block for months and haven’t written while I worked on myself. I’ve gotten into a healthier mindset, and I can’t wait to share it with all of you.
Grey Dec 2019
I never meant for it to go this far
That's what I said.
I never thought that I would fall
That's what I claimed.
And yet…
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