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Melanie 3d
Sadness used to be my only love
I felt tremendously disconsolate
My tears dropped like bloodshed in a warzone
My heart shattered like glass
Days felt like centuries
I desperately yearned for love
One day my life changed when I gazed into your lacustrine eyes
I found myself emerged in a sea of passion and envy
Nervousness took over my senses as I struggled to speak
Your affectionate smile alleviated my agitation
I confessed my love to you
Your passionate kisses enraptured me
I wake up every day knowing that you’ll always be by my side
You will be mine until the end of time
Written at fifteen years old, I was never heartbroken or in love with anyone at all.
Another year has come to a violent end
yet again the people do not disappoint
death destruction chaos misery abound
nothing different to those times before
as always nature the master of mankind
with other malicious forces is entwined!

Another unknown year is about to start
here we go again into the twilight zone
full of uncertainty where nothing is clear
so may I just add Happy New Year!

#TheFoureyedPoet.
In a society of perpetual war! Is there any light at the end of the tunnel?
Maria Etre Dec 2018
I never knew
what it felt like
being loved
the way I love
until
I fell
for myself
through
the looking glass
Poetic T Nov 2018
Friend zone hardships,
never seeing through the eyes
that gaze with admiration
that you where always there.


                But never in the place
                                      intended.

A side line referee, holding hands
             but giving red cards to those
             who foul up her heart with tears.


Lovers will *** and go, but a friendship
                     of mutual feelings that's never going
                                                              to be  strained.

As this is one place they'll stay, for love is endless.
                              When the friendzone is sat upon,
                                           its just a different respect.

Never wavering over time,
                     you'll always have one another's back,  
                     no matter the others pain your always friends.
JR Rhine Oct 2018
High above dear Maple Street
There looms a cold iron curtain of fear
That dares to drop and let all the monsters
Unleash their dreaded promise of chaos
As in Europe despots gift a new World War
Trembling parlors hug the radio

Hallows Eve: the radio
Begins to sing throughout dear Maple Street
The Seventh Trumpet declares all out war
And that heavy iron curtain of fear
Eclipses the sun and invites chaos
In vacant hearts of men into monsters

Halloween Night: the monsters
Now dance to the tune of the radio
Raiding the stores, jumping bridges, chaos
Entombing the stretch of this blood strewn street
Parlors gorging on endless waves of fear
Riding hysteria, imminent war

O great catalyst of war
Twisting the minds of men into monsters
Diving your hands in that great pit of fear
Now throbbing with screams from the radio
No fences nor faces can save Maple Street
Now plunged in the throes of sweet sultry Chaos

And we call it Chaos
This boiling of minds all stewing with war
Once masked with humanity on this street
Now reveals good neighbors make great monsters
Skies of martians (n)or men, the radio
Hissing, twists the knobs and tunes in to fear

And when that curtain of fear
Draws, and shadeless light casts on the chaos
And the broadcast fades on the radio
And mere fiction rescinds the throne of war
What will we make of all of these monsters
Scattered about in a daze through the street

Where there are minds of fear and war,
Chaos reigns and calls to the sleeping monsters;
Tune in to Welles’s radio on Sterling’s street.
All Hallow's Eve, 80 years ago today, Orson Welles gave his "War of the Worlds" radio broadcast to an America terrified of war, enveloped in fear. I tied it into one of my favorite episodes of the Twilight Zone by the same name, where a neighborhood becomes engrossed in fear, resorting to an animal-like defense that eventually tears apart their humanity.
Candace D Henry Oct 2018
Sometimes I feel like I should slap the **** out of the next man who says he loves me.
Not during *** either
A slap for pain, not pain and pleasure

Hindsight is showing me a hallway of all the men who said they loved me
Under each frame is a heart
Under each heart is a list of the fuckery they brought to the table
The fuckery I accepted
The fuckery I said was okay because I loved them too

I believe in loving unconditionally
I'm starting to feel like that means hurting freely
It's like opening my rib cage, exposing my heart and letting out all this love in the middle of a war zone

Gotta be real
I'm not a ******* Care Bear
My love stare has been known to tame the vilest of monsters
But over time, the release of my love changes nothing when they have no respect
When they are mad
When they disregard my feelings
When its over

To the next man who says, "I Love You, Candace."
I say to thee, "*******!"
Watch out for the hook
Sometimes I feel like I should slap the **** out of the next man who says he loves me.
Not during *** either
A slap for pain, not pain and pleasure
S l L H Oct 2018
I'm walking through darkness; it's cold and alone. I don't know the way, but I must go wherever you are not, my closest friend. Through a chain link fence where I can only touch your fingers, this 'second heart' is not what I desire.

I must let go, and I can't say why because you cannot know, but I hope to feel your touch again soon. Beneath your waves, my path is slow. It's hard to breathe, but 'friend' is far more suffocating.

I love you. I am in love with you.

And once I reach the edge, I will jump, and I will fall, so please forget about me. It's getting darker, but your light shines on ever infinitely. I'll watch you from afar as our bond dissipates and the cold winds tighten my skin, but eventually, I'll reach your bottom-most heart.

The heart that holds your distant relatives. The old friends from school you haven't spoken to in years, and the co-workers you forget about until you hear their names again. I'll wait until you can barely see me. Just until you begin to lose wonder, and the memories become vague.

Then I will return.

I'll act surprised at how you've grown, even though I never stopped watching. I'll show you things you've never noticed through that chain fence. Now keen at crossing cold rivers and dim caves, I'll continue my journey.

To your first heart.
Yan F Oct 2018
it was dreadful
terrible.
     almost exhilarating even.
                  you look so downtrodden
   wet.
         offshore.
                   pitiful.
                             how does it feel
to be so far pressed face down?
               teardrops dragging down your
     hair pulling down
            your head.
                             when did you get
        so drenched?
                   so ******
enough
                to cry for him?
    seeing that
              it is the only thing
  you seem useful for
                                   for him.
           if you want to be his toy—
                         sorry.
you're already a broken one.
                                        soaked in
                beer
and
            tequila
       and
                     ***
                                  and
               diet coke
                         and
                                        puke
        for perfume
                    and yet you smell
more like
                               instant noodles
             and glass shards
on your wrist
                          with your back
       on the same wall as yesterday
       the same wall as the day before that
       the same wall as the day even before
       the same wall that watched you cry
earlier today
             yesterday
                        last week
                               the week before that
       and the day he left you
                 this time
and that one time last month
          and that time during valentines
               and another just after new year's.
i bet even the wall is so ****
      sick of
                  watching you cry for him.
   but i never will.
             'i'm sorry but'
                        'i will always be'
       'here for you'
                   i whisper as if you
     really could hear me speak.
            as if you ever did listen.
               'thanks for being a good friend'
you spoke almost inaudibly
         as if you really replied
                        hearing your
     phone suddenly
              rings to the sound of
         your favorite song
   heartbreak girl by 5sos
                     and you so easily understood.
       between your only two contacts
               me and him
of course you'd run towards him
            the moment he calls
    leaving me behind.
                       i get it.
         it's just a little sad
i didn't get to tell you
                 to call me
       the next time he breaks your heart...
   after all,
                 you exist to make him happy
and i exist only to see you cry.
heartbreak girl by 5sos anyone?
A beautiful white cat
sits on a
perfect piece of
***
and shows no interest both,
in the seduction
and the composition
of the
post *** zone

I think of it,
as the
possible future element...



- Samar Charulingah Godfrey
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