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Stu Harley Dec 2013
even though
i am much
older now
all the hard work
that goes into raising
your son
somehow
i have found
the bitter-sweet courage
to say that
i love you
father dear
i love you now
more the anyhting and
here i am
your flesh and blood
at you graveside now
where I am
suppose to be
dust to dust
ashes to ashes
now my heart
planted on
solid ground
be filled with thee
Lahela Nov 2014
My boss is humming a song,
While I pick at my check mix.
I eat the almonds with the m&m;'s,
And the raisins with the peanuts.

My break is almost over and I stand up
And walk out of the door.
I adjust my clothes, and start with my
Right foot out of the door.
I continue walking.

Earlier today I noticed that my post-it was moved from the window wall to the shelf wall.

I'll let that go without saying anyhting even though it bothers me so much.

Let it go.
Break the routine.
Forget patterns.
A B Perales Apr 2015
Her tears fell
heavy,
weighted down
by the sodden
sobs of
frustration.

Her throne
was cold
and often
smelled of
*****.

Her problem
was
never getting
enough of it
or always
running
out of it.

She warned all
who attempted
to get close to
her that
her soul was
not to be
shared.

This morning
she awoke
alone already
feeling the
gripping
anxiety slowly
tearing from
her insides.

A third of
her life
spent chasing,
a third of
her chance
spent numb.

After all
she recklessly,
threw away,
after all the
plans aborted.

Everything
worth anyhting had
long ago found its
way into
the hands
of those who had
what she needed
in that moment.

The only
thing of worth
she had left was  
what drew the lonely
men into her lonely'
room.

The barter cost
someone their flesh.

She had what she
needed but still
struggled
to find
the line beneath
her skin.
Isabel May 2018
I'm the tree and you are the sunlight,
sunlight that shines through me.

Crying alone,
It is still raining,
Well that means
the pain is still remaining.

Why is this place is so dark,
There's no room to park,
No room to place myself in the dark,
Also no space to park the pain.

Listen we need to run,
Or else they'll point out the gun,
A gun that hits us everytime they open
Their mouth,
They have no doubt.

I thought we're done,
Our dreams that are gone,
There's no cure,
When there's no reason to be sure.

You saved me from darkness,
A friendship that is full of pureness,
We deserve everything,
But we don't have anyhting,
The destinsy is jealous of us.

We don't know on what will happen next,
We can't take those assumptions and jinx it.

You taught me on how to be brave,
But it ended up seeing our bodies on the grave.

There's hope,
Help me to climb up using that rope,
Don't make me fall,
When there's no one to catch.

Smile like there's no tomorrow,
Smile like there's no one against our dreams,
Just smile,
Your happiness, is my happiness.

Time passes by,
Does our friendship will last long?,
I hope so,
You're the only friend that I have.
A friend that I know that will never leave me.

We could stop the rain,
And it means we could also stop our pain,
Give it to me,
I will take your pain,
And you take mine,
Lets share this road,
A rocky road.

It will end soon,
Look at that moon,
I prefer it than the sun.

The sun rise,
While the moon go down.

In my dream, we we're both happy,
It sometimes make me want not to wake up anymore.
I don't want to wake anymore,
I want to stay in my dreams wherein everything is impossible to happen.

Everything in this world are made of love.
Knowing that love can't change a thing,
Love that can't make people stay.

We we're against the world,
Word by word,
We don't want to listen,
All we want is to be heard.

Let me be with you until the end,
Lets make this friendship last long,
Lets stay by each others side and share shoulders to bury our face and cry together.

We can make it, as long as we're together.
Let us hold hand and make everything possible.
René Mutumé Jul 2013
there hasn’t been change or sleep here for a long time,
the grassy cave is open as anyhting you could scream or sleep about
there’s a good curve inside, like all of the moss has agreed
with each other
which way to go, and to leave something open, for you to come in
it’s nothing special, and I’ve only been back two days, but you go along
the riverside path
past the park
and the green opens up a little more, and thusly
a little more happens you see, as I’m sure you would imagine, you take
a left from the path winding up to the birdge and step into the country of single edged trees;
there’s enough history in this hanging enclosier to let you do anything, but alone, you
do the normal things, you think about love and your heroes, and the opposites;
you’re covered by most of it by the over hanging trees where they grow together
in an over hanging swarm. and you work it all out.
you laugh like a human being, forgetting that
cues are normally needed for such things, you’d cry like the sentiments of the green
if they wern’t so abundant and still.
you’d ask each of their individual names if it
wasn’t so obvious that they wren’t already around you, and surrounded you
like peacful movements of song and age;
of course giving you the choice to see them like this
if you wish
or not.
Bluejay Nov 2014
She does everything in her power
to make you happy and it never seems
to do her any good. She gave up her
world and everything she's ever known
for you to give her one chance.

Day after day she wakes up
with a smile on her face in hopes
you might see her in some new light
because night after night she pushes
herself to the furthest limits of life
trying to think of new things to do
for your attention. It's killing her.

Strong and brave, brilliant and sweet
she's one of those girls that will do
anything for love, even when they could
do so much better than where they're at.

Willing to die for a moment of
your precious time. Willing to
sacrifice anyone or anyhting
for a single word directed at her,
you need to understand how far
she will go for you.

You would be amazed if only you
knew the extent of her heart,
the pain behind her eyes, or the
way she's always felt about you;
and really that's all she wants
is for a spot in your heart.

She bottles herself up waiting
for the day you'll ask her name
or smile in her direction. She
stays quiet and alone the way you
once did, and you would never know.

I can tell you her story
because she is me, and I know
you are reading this, so I
thought maybe today would be
a good day to understand the extent
of a love that has yet to be born

— The End —