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#loosing
It’s 2 in the morning and I wonder if innocence ever finds its way back. Please, let me keep what’s left of it. I don’t want to lose hope with it. I was too little to understand then, and now I’m older, so can I have it back? I will reach for it anyway, even knowing it may never return. Is it wrong to miss the softness I once carried? The world, the words, the wounds they took pieces of it from me. But somewhere deep inside, I like to believe I have it in me maybe it's in pieces, But a small, quiet part still lives. And maybe that is enough to keep holding on Maybe innocence doesn't return, it just waits quietly for us to be gentle with it again.
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Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 3:30 PM UTC
My innocence
All I can think about is what I lost. What I lost before, What I lost in the process, What I will loose after. Winning doesn't count when you're consumed by your loss.
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Oct 22, 2024
Oct 22, 2024 at 11:11 PM UTC
Winning
Being in constant fear of losing At some point...... We loose the fear of loosing.
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May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 5:56 AM UTC
Loosing
Everyday the new stuff is here And I'm loosing myself in fear! Can't see myself anywhere, been tormented with none of my share. Its beyond me, can't help myself What they shoved to my face I cannot repair. In all this disarray the fragments I'm loosing of myself. Everybody keeps on pushing forward, but it drags behind me, in the back! Sometimes what you cling to most Is the one to hurt you most! The whole world finds it easy Am I the only one suffering?
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Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 10:49 AM UTC
The Only One
Without you, the world is only a planet perishing anyway. Stars are just little dots which don’t even exist anymore. The sun is a burning ball blinding me. Raindrops are small bullets pattering down to the ground. The heat is the enemy trying to melt every single atom of my body And the cold is the one trying to freeze my blood. You are part of my heart, my inspiration, my soulmate. Without you, I am just a machine working day by day until my engine is broken.
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Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 5:42 AM UTC
Without You
Now that I have been thinking about it over my sleep, I think you are kinda like ice cream, you are like ice cream on a very hot summer day. you keep melting away, but I keep taking you back, putting you back up in the freezer. Trying to make you like before, at least I think I do, but I keep losing parts of you, Some parts of you that I love, So tell me should I stop freezing you back Taking you back?
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Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 3:13 AM UTC
Ice cream
I once found a rose That drew me to it's beauty I knew I had to take it for my own I yearned to possess it earnestly Without hesitation I jumped in I grabbed it with all I have Wanting it truly with all my heart Praying sincerely to own it wholly I held on to it vigourously So that no one can steal it from me Tightening my grasp onto it As if I could never want anything more I didn't mind holding on to it I wouldn't exchange it for anything in the world And yet others kept telling me to let go As they saw my hands bleeding badly I saw it before it even bled this badly I knew that things would turn for the worst And yet my desire took over my reason And wounded myself from the thorns it has As I contemplated my own pain I saw the pain I was causing this rose She suffocated under my grasp She was dying under my care I knew what I have to do And yet I held on to it tight Thinking that it was mine And yet my hands said otherwise Now I'm stuck in a dilemma Should I still hold on and both get hurt Or do I let go and let it grow on its own? Do I say goodbye and just give up on it? No matter how much I love it If I continue this, I'll continue bleeding And she'll continue suffocating How do I let her go?
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Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 3:01 PM UTC
Rose
everyone is afraid, afraid of loosing something, some of money, other of pride, some of fame, some of beauty, but i am afraid, of loosing the most precious thing of my life, i am afraid of loosing you.............
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Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 10:02 AM UTC
i am afraid
Is hard to sleep when the mind keeps screaming Instead of dreaming it's choosing to blur the reality a little more Brimming with shoulds and should nots Couldn't and could've been But we would not succumb Replaying the same memory of the second defeat so we don't morph into an headless hero Ones and zeroes bounce restless in relentless persuite of the truth You're a hero even if your greatest feat is not flinging yourself off the cliff Everyone wants to fly but once in sky You'll be dying to land and you land too hard you die You're trying too hard you're not trying hard enough Which one is it, do we take the next step of giveup The next step is breathing So vote maybe? But it isn't so bad if you look closely We're not alone but a bit lonely In a crowd going about discredited the happening Cutting off the threads, we can't move we're just dangling The one thing, out if pills of sanity Spring from attachment We now have chose between two addictions We'd rather be free and starve than be behind bars So we let go We exist at extremes They exist in middle We meet twice everytime Graze by each other A bit of refill of regret A living reminder We can't sleep Can't shake the fright The voices are back in the house They're looking for a fight We might let them win this time
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Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 11:51 AM UTC
Loosing touch
That dormant feeling of insecurity arose, when travel journal got ****** adjacent to my tattered (holey tattooed) clothes while I knew with crossed eyes aroused anger from peaceful doze my younger sister felt about her globe trotting exploits, an over expose jour ever since voyaging out on her own after graduating top of her class where mine hatred glows indirectly snidely sneering at ma dough less brother hoboes (a 1979 Methacton High School alumni), unanimously chosen valedictorian dressed in Calvin Klein Harris tweed, couture and silk ***** hose like me prolonging, promoting on par with quasi staff sergeant, who knows artful disciplinarian gingerly launching Cider House rules, asper formerly commanding G.I. Joes and pronouncing, predilection exhaling natural highs no lows traveling solo, with surviving Wilburys, or just mows zing nonchalantly (though a foreigner) with swarthy skin color easily camouflaging as civilian all points on the compass, where minute needle doth nose upon returning home (being honorably feted at once glorious estate of Glen Elm, where she did propose to the Lord Taylor (swiftly), which location situated at 324 Level Road, Collegeville, Pennsylvania 19426), thence a great huzzah a rose an immediate nauseousness welled within from me head tummy smelly toes I did not want to here, or see any details, which would accentuate personal woes popping, snapping, and smarting, and slapping skin raw tib bits, ache'n to yanked strings of mama's heirloom yo-yos! Poet Script: trials and tribulations, visited upon head of young concocted ("FAKE") gusty and gutsy kid sister enterprising ingenue, christened easy on the tongue Sharodd (not her real name), to top off talents sung like a professional opera singer, which rung a shiver along small hairs of spine did tingle heard all the way to Lake Woebegone where bachelor farmers did mingle every Christmas, a decreasing number donned Kris Kringle hit with blitzkrieg of yawping brats hoof pranced to bell weather jingle!
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Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 1:33 AM UTC
Fierce Fictional Fraternal Fallout
That dormant feeling of insecurity arose, when travel journal got ****** adjacent to my tattered (holey tattooed) clothes while I knew with crossed eyes aroused anger from peaceful doze my younger sister felt about her globe trotting exploits, an over expose jour ever since voyaging out on her own after graduating top of her class where mine hatred glows indirectly snidely sneering at ma dough less brother hoboes (a 1979 Methacton High School alumni), unanimously chosen valedictorian dressed in Calvin Klein Harris tweed, couture and silk ***** hose like me prolonging, promoting on par with quasi staff sergeant, who knows artful disciplinarian gingerly launching Cider House rules, asper formerly commanding G.I. Joes and pronouncing, predilection exhaling natural highs no lows traveling solo, with surviving Wilburys, or just mows zing nonchalantly (though a foreigner) with swarthy skin color easily camouflaging as civilian all points on the compass, where minute needle doth nose upon returning home (being honorably feted at once glorious estate of Glen Elm, where she did propose to the Lord Taylor (swiftly), which location situated at 324 Level Road, Collegeville, Pennsylvania 19426), thence a great huzzah a rose an immediate nauseousness welled within from me head tummy smelly toes I did not want to here, or see any details, which would accentuate personal woes popping, snapping, and smarting, and slapping skin raw tib bits, ache'n to yanked strings of mama's heirloom yo-yos! Poet Script: trials and tribulations, visited upon head of young concocted ("FAKE") gusty and gutsy kid sister enterprising ingenue, christened easy on the tongue Sharodd (not her real name), to top off talents sung like a professional opera singer, which rung a shiver along small hairs of spine did tingle heard all the way to Lake Woebegone where bachelor farmers did mingle every Christmas, a decreasing number donned Kris Kringle hit with blitzkrieg of yawping brats hoof pranced to bell weather jingle!
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Oh Brother, On your quests always so diligent To accomplish what you seek My efforts remain negligent My body tired and weak Though we share the same blood And grew up in the same hood Your mind found its way Among words to stay While mine got away So foggy and stray Our hearts, Stepping out of the same closet Yours fueling your strive Mine consuming to survive Yours building a mindset Mine still looking for an outset Oh Brother, You ran to a land faraway Just when I found I could relate So I used this gateway To be able to articulate For expressing myself face to face Would only unwholesomely convey What my mouth could no longer retain Oh Brother, What should I do to snap out Of this prone position, so tightly bound ? I’ve wiped my tears and shout But still can't loose the pound And this obsession with loosing Got me trapped into this tunnel Vision of Gideon Where can I find you? Is it a person? I need a clue Give me the cue
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 11:09 AM UTC
Oh Brother
Blood, Blood, That's what I need, Blood, Blood, That's what I'm loosing, Don't fret it will be over soon, Blood, Blood, So black cherry red, So pure, Blood, Blood, So black cherry red, So Tainted...
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Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 4:08 AM UTC
Blood
Of all vice in the world under discipline Laziness – a Curse - is like a Saccharin. Sweet as pipe, sonorous as violin Wicked as a snake, ill-mannered as Bedouin; Laziness creeps in secretly body within And remains there undisturbed and akin. It is seen when duty or slog does spin Grinds us till in others found Lenin. But that is a bad time as made us thin. Hence precaution must be taken, O Kin! Laziness, a Bad King, should not reign Over us from beginning to let out jinn. Of all vice in the world under discipline Laziness – a Curse - is like a Saccharin.
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Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 8:40 AM UTC
Laziness - a Curse
They tell me choose, choose, choose and I hide, because I'll loose, loose, loose if I choose, choose, choose I always do.
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Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
Choose
It's not of how be the door, But be of moments made by those sleepeth in depth, One is said to have failed to sleep, Christ, The Messiah. Death now did mourn, And mourning became first away from man, To us, It comes so slender, Sweeping breath out of bodies, Souls lay hanging helpless of deed, What's left of them is being Ghosts, Be it to Earth remaining, Or to Heaven ascending. Words untold, Deeds shall speak, The art of thine Legacy shall say for thee, You are the littlest master of your past, But be thee the significant creator of thy morrow. Live before your light dies out, Or yet die before your light burns you.
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Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 12:59 PM UTC
Yha Exalts II
Am I loosing myself? Or did I years ago? Is that why I feel so empty inside?
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Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 5:06 PM UTC
Am I loosing myself?
Towers tumble, egos fall My house, is on fire But I will not get there Chest squeezing in despair   My heart is breaking The ropes are slipping And life is disappearing Just keeps on racing Been such a fool Always born a tool Paddled and paddled but Yet so wasteful, in my toil   I had to spoil Just missed the bus There goes my train The enemy scores again Though my legs how insane   Keep on falling My heart is calling A tumble **** Just keeps on rolling Spent so long Looking for answers In places that had none   The harder I try The more I cry As I am suddenly awoken surrounded by costume An actors changing room Never learnt my words But there is a Blissful realization When you see your Life just slipping Out of site, far away Down the drain As abandoned waters are lifted A myriad of moonlight sparkles Scattered sent shimmering Cascading across my waters I feel no need in responding   When I am humbled powerless out of control My life vanishing   A black hole A dark void I have to ask did I loose my life or did I just Serendipitously just FIND IT
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Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 1:18 AM UTC
FIND IT
I want this so bad winning would be nice this time please let this work out
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Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
Wanting
With head bowed I kneel before thee And ask for forgiveness and sympathy The distance and silence is killing me Making my heart weep like a willow tree Fearing the loss of your friendship and beauty I will suffer to no end if this is our destiny Sending me a message would make me so happy Une petite minute de vous, pourrais me sauver la vie
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Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC
Silence is killing me
Sometimes we win, sometimes we loose. Some people are all about winning, but what these souls don't know is that you win so much more by loosing. **** perfect, being a mess is golden! Just turn the magic **** button on and follow your heart, your gut, your intuition, whatever, they are all the same thing. Not giving a **** to what other people think is a superpower! If you are good, be good. If you are bad, be bad, but please, be you! People are like designer bags, there is nothing worse than fake. I've lost "everything" and was reborn from the ashes more times than I though I could handle, I've made ten thousand heartbreaking mistakes, and out of all this things I've done, I love me better NOW.
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
**** PERFECT
Just give me a reason, to get my heart beating. As the world falls apart around us, all we can do is hold on and take my hand. I'd risk everything for you, reaching into the denial, risking loosing my mind. Just reach for my hand. You might call me crazy, but I'd stand on the edge, till there's nothing left, waiting for the end. Say another word, because I doubt I could hear you, with the silence between us. Just reach for my hand. I'd do anything for you, while asking "why are you such trouble?" From our first kiss, your eyes held wide... (why were they open?) Just give me a reason, to get my heart beating. As the world falls apart around us, all we can do is hold on and take my hand. Just reach for me.
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
Take my hand.