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 Nov 2015 tonymac2113
ThePoet
They don't know how it feels

to awake every morning,
and all they can wonder is
why they had even awoken

They don't know how it feels

to pick up all of their pieces,
and put them back together
but still feel like they're broken

They don't know how it feels

to say all that they can say,
and still feel like there's more
but every word has been spoken

They don't know how it feels

to go to sleep every night,
and the only hope they have
is that their eyes will not open

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 Nov 2015 tonymac2113
Abimael
I piece of me has gone.
My heart feels cold like winter on the north pole...
A shadow tinted in my heart,
becasue your gone.
The love of not my father, but acted like one.
My life was bonded from your wisdom,
and your jokes.
Like the earth and the moon.
You teach me how to rotate on earth.
Your memories will never fade away from me.
Now your gone, and my life is a puzzle.
It is destiny of human kind to die...
And I hate it... I will always love you.
And my heart has your mark of wisdom.
Thank you for the time, and love you took on me.
I...Will..Miss...You...
In memory of a man who was like my second dad. RIP Nestor Hernandez.
I see my mirror posted on my wall.
I stop and stare at what I see.
I can't fix the mess in front of me.
Eyes swallowed by darkness and a smile that hides my misery.
I try to fathom how this all came to be..

What happened to me?

A life stolen by illness and disability.
Invisible ones that most of the time, you can't see.
I try to hide behind a strong facade.
Deep down inside, I quit.
I'm tired of playing games.

So I hide my thoughts and push them away.
I stand up tall, and push through the day.
But, When no one's looking, to my knees, I pray..

For. Just. One. Day.
A work in progress.

Just random thoughts I haven't ordered.
 Nov 2015 tonymac2113
Melissa S
We all have defects and flaws
Some are more hidden
Behind disguises or walls
They are still there
Just have to look deeper inside
We are all imperfectly perfect ~  Unified
~
Our style is unique
We call it our own
No need for any masks
Our cover is blown
Its the mistakes that makes us
Who We Are
~
So let's love our flaws and all
Embrace them
Like our very own *Wrecking ball
meeting you
was finding a pond
after years
of knowing only desert
I must confess
I fear to love entirely
and the inevitable
pain and misery it brings

perhaps my gypsy heart
was too often left out in the rain
and now, incapable to love

I hope I will find a heart
to occupy
the dusty hallow space
where mine use to be

for I fear in the end
when death comes knocking
I never got to tell
my one true love story
I sit starring at the mirror,
your thoughts roam in my mind.
I am waiting for that day,
i will wake up and think about you no more.
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