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She stares at nothing,
Not because she is thinking.
She just want to wipe those stress,
Her mind want some rest.

She cares in little things,
Not because she is perfectionist.
Her mind controls her,
That makes her overthinker.

She didn't cry infront of the crowd,
Not because she is strong and proud.
Being judged is her greatest fear,
So she always keep that escaping tears.

She didn't tell her secrets and story,
Not because her friends are boring.
She want to keep it,
So no one will talk about it.

She don't want to be in crowd,
Not because she don't want to be loud.
She is afraid to have temporary friends,
Being in crowd makes her exhausted.

She didn't talk every time,
Not because she is shy and not fine.
Less talk, less mistake,
Motto that she always take.

She want to stay at her house,
Not because she is lazy and louse.
She just feel that every people around her,
Judging and looking down on her.

She run in the middle of the highway,
Not because she wants attention and fame.
She is just tired,
Living is so hard.

She cut her wrist,
Not because she want to live in drama.
Her mind is like a beast,
She wants a period, not a comma.
I am just a beginner in writing poem. I am just expressing my thoughts and writing down it in a beautiful way. Please, correct me if I make mistakes. Like wrong use of words, punctuations, etc. I want to have some friends here. Just dm me
 Dec 2017 Souleater
James Daniel
Smile you beautiful thing

Don’t beat it up, don’t make it black and blue
There’s a house to build
And it needs you

There’s sunshine thru your room
It makes for a glorious mood
The world feels
Soft and new


Here’s a song for the fishes the trees and skies
And smiles everywhere
A new cool
And old school
Sunshine thru your room
And distant traffic


Sunshine thru your soul
Squares on the wall that don’t move
Diving shapes
Floating dust
Have you ever watched the sunshine through your room?
You'd never get it..
Unless you were fed it..
Pointed fingers guilty again..

Constantly running away...
Even when its staring you in the face..
Now you're here, alone and you don't know why..
Under skinned knees and a bruised ego...
Confliction becomes you.

Passing all the places where her smile lightened your midnight sky...
You howl and but never listened...
But now you listen and wait, for the
Echoes of your angel who...
Wont return..

Left with nothing but the taste of regret in your mouth...
You feel empty, but don't know why..

So you wait for someone..
To put you back together..
Waiting...
For someone to push you away...
There's always another wound to discover...

You lost your angel..
But she means nothing to you..
You let her slip right on by...
You just sat tight...
And watched it all unwind..
Just like every other time...
Even though....
She's only what you've been asking for...
But that's right you'll be just fine..
With all of your smug time...
No big deal...
Even though..
She's only what you've been waiting for...

Regret seeps in..
Knocks you right off your feet..
Tears of fury seep down your cheeks.
Still so angry at all those angels That'll never return.

Foolish pride wins again..

Burning the wings of yet another angel who held your love.
This was a horrible write but I tried lol
 Dec 2017 Souleater
Vijay Maloo
Before she came I was all alone
but pleased, relaxed liberated from pain
fain to gain
insane for getting the fame
and now she came
I thought
I would never be the same  
she came closer to me I came closer her
became friends
caught a movie caught a date
and I was feeling differ
but something happened
I saw her
with a man holding her hand
we fought a lot
wanted to never see her again
I thought it's over
back again feeling alone
but this time no joy no hope for me to obtain
but I got the know that
he was just a friend of her
who was like a brother
I deplored, felt to be sorry for her
I apologized, contrite, met to her
she was lovely and placid
to condoned a lover
I was blessed jocose to see her again
at the end it was nothing in vain
so now
we lived we traveled as it was dream of her
watching the sky willing to fly
like will never see in future
a day came
which I imprecate the most
that day she died of cancer
I broke, I cried
tried to commit suicide
just to vanish corpus
as that day
we both had died
 Dec 2017 Souleater
Madness
Sie fragten, weshalb ich schreibe.*

Ich habe lange mit meinen Gedanken herumgespielt,
aber meine Mutter hat mich all die Jahre liebevoll gelehrt,
dass man nicht mit sinnlosen Gedanken spielen darf.
Ich habe nachgedacht, bin durch Straßen gerannt,
bin auf Füßen von anderen herumgetrampelt, und
weitergerannt, umgedreht, und ehrlich entschuldigt.
Habe an meinem Stift gekauft – vermummt von Wor-
ten und habe Bruchteile von Radiergummifussel ver-
streut. Habe überall gesucht, in den Strömen des Re-
gens, in den alten Adern der Blätter am Straßenrand,
nicht mal im Bröckeln der Asphaltrillen habe ich ent-
denkt.  

Es hatte mich Nächte gekostet, einen Punkt für das
Fragezeichen zu finden;
aber, oh Gott, ich habe den Punkt gefunden, denn
der Punkt liegt in meinem Herzen, ich trage Worte
in meinem Herzen – lauter als mein und dein Herz-
schlag zusammen;
und nun hat mein Herz Ringe unter den Augen.
 Dec 2017 Souleater
Alessander
You would figure
such a moment would be burned
into the paradigm of memory
when exactly did I learn
life was no cartoon?
well, it wasn’t one traumatic incident
rather a rushing current of events
a drunk uncle here, a screaming mom there
a belting boyfriend or toy-stealing sister
playmates picked dead last no matter
older boys bullying the younger
teachers who didn’t particularly bother
some cousins had yards and fathers
while others like me had neither
always more chores than fun
and no one ever explained how come
priests were less present and less kind
than the mexican street venders
there’s no specific scene to pause when I rewind
I honestly can’t remember.

It wasn’t at a funeral, by then
though I was young , I somehow knew
life was not all beautiful and true
that those adults who told me what to do
sobbed on dark beds and screamed at phones
then wiped their tears or ****** walls
before reentering the room
their eyes a little more like stone
while I pretended to un-see it all
and kept on playing with my toys, alone.
Weltschmerz: World-pain. World-weariness. That unique breed of melancholy born from recognizing the actual world will never mirror our ideal world.
 Dec 2017 Souleater
RJ Days
Ohne Leidenschaft, der Welt kalt ist.
Ohne Liebe, die Sterne nicht leuchten.
Ohne Freunde, du in das Leben einsame bist.
Ohne dich, es gibt nichts.
Aber das Wahrheit kommt an.
Sowie sowieso, was es sonst noch gibt?
 Dec 2017 Souleater
Jade Lima
Fine
 Dec 2017 Souleater
Jade Lima
Is the door shut for good again?
I really hope we can make it past this bend.
But it seems like you may have severed our ties.
Everything is turning back into stormy skies.
I don’t really wanna hide.
But it’s all I can do if you won’t let me stay by your side.
Trying to escape the crashing tide.
I just wish you were mine.
But something tells me if there’s even a chance it’ll be harder this time.
I’ll just hope that if this is the end we both turn out fine.
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