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  Aug 2017 Mary-Rose H
nivek
what surge of light within your breast
will propel you into eternity

what small invitation of release except "come my love
let us fly away from here"
  Aug 2017 Mary-Rose H
nivek
Into the arms of love
and nowhere else
I wish to travel.
I'm actually wondering
Why poems are mostly sad

Contains our loneliness,

Reveals our pained and broken hearts

Unfolds our depression and anxieties

Tells the story of how you are left behind

Says the words and feelings unspoken

Shows are darkest thoughts and emotions



Maybe poems are mostly sad
Because happiness is easy to show
But our sadness is for our heart's ink and papers alone


Maybe poems are mostly sad
Because this is the only way how to make
A messy mind and soul into a beautiful work of art


While poems are mostly sad
At least it doesn't make us feel lonely
There's that comforting side that makes us go on with life

When you're reading other people's work and you're thinking

That you exactly feel the same

That, finally, someone put your thoughts into words

That someone also goes through what you're going through


That, at least, you are not alone


So maybe sad poems aren't always totally sad poems
Maybe sad poems got that tiny bit of happiness in it

*Maybe sad poems aren't just sad
Maybe sad poems are actually a silent type of a happy poem
For most of my poems are sad poems or love poems...

(January 9-June 21)
  Aug 2017 Mary-Rose H
ashlee layne
"but i don't see you how
the rest of the world sees you,"
he said as the tears fell from her eyes.
"...and it's a **** shame that the world took such a beautiful girl
and broke her down the way that it did."
she opened her eyes
and asked him,
"how do you see me
if not through the same eyes as everyone else?"
to which he replied,
"i saw your soul before i saw your skin...

...and so suddenly my idea of beauty became much different."
Mary-Rose H Aug 2017
Amid the madness-
the pretending to be alright,
and the different facets of me-
there are two sentences,
two haunting phrases
that connect my disjointed soul-

"How could I have been so wrong?"

and

"I should have known better."
An old poem from about a year and a half ago that I had totally forgotten about until now.
  Aug 2017 Mary-Rose H
Nicole Eden
curl up with me please
tell me i am worth something
but that is not life
tears stain the pillow
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