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Nov 2016 · 321
Empty

Nothing left to feel or express
Oct 2016 · 342
Love
Love so beautiful
Could easily be compared to a bouquet of flowers
In all its might and majesty
The colours it shows vibrant and full of life
Proof to how wonderful the world can be despite the obscenities of the human race
Love always prevails,as long as we're within its embrace......

Love.
Damages and torments you
Lures you into false sanctuary
What you've entered now is a labrynth
One with no end
A maze leading you only to despair
You will wilt and wither away
Not a trace of of your presence left for anyone to grieve
You will not be SPAIRED!
Your heart will be left in tatters
Your soul bruised and battered
Because love is all that mattered
Lost and alone
Oh you poor soul...
You counted on love to save you in this scene...
But this is love is it not?

This....is all but clarity
To what you saw through cracked lenses
Is now crystal clear
So now you know that the "love" you held so dear...
Ultimately led to what you now fear.

Love.

Tim
:'(
Please tell me otherwise,'tis as far as my vocab can take me for now:-}
Oct 2016 · 542
Confused
"I don't know how to write
I don't know what to say anymore
I feel so empty
I no longer have a soul
Void of any light
You could say its like its nighttime inside my soul
Only difference is theres no stars or moon
To represent better times to come soon
Maybe things would've turned out differently if I tried
Tried to be better than what I am now
A loathsome and troublesome presence
So bothersome at times
I thought......I would get better
Forget this
I told you I can't write
Come to think of it.....
I was never able to do anything right."

There's no description of a lovely or dark paradise within his soul
He won't describe himself as lost and alone
Trapped in some 'dark void' or how he loves someone to the bone
All he can say is what he feels which really isn't much...
So  tell me
How to describe what you feel...
when there's nothing left to feel anymore
Tried i guess:-(
My mind is always in a shambles, I can never jot down what I'm actually thinking and formulate a piece as complex as a poem but rather into a story.....but theres no harm in trying, is there?
:-[
Oct 2016 · 236
Hate
Hate
Don't be late
Hate awaits
You couldn't possibly comprehend
Whats at stake
"Make or break"
You're just another fake
But for all our sakes
Just embrace it.....
Hate.

— The End —