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Sajini Israel May 2018
We once dined together on goodly tables
and laughed together at funny fables.

Me was 'us'
back then when the fields were green
Love was the boss
we cared not who was the lord
as long as he could our peace afford.

Time grew taller
and bonding cords grew shorter
our once glittering tables
Decomposed on beign fed upon by unhealthy fables.

Like little foxes
forces of grudges and sentiment arising from resentment crept in
and the bond we once shared was threatened.

Those cherished days are long forgotten
relics of our lost bond keep us hurting
A little 'sorry' would have let it go
but it wasn't in the tune of our ego.

Regrets like matchets cut our hearts deep leaving wounds that time's woo can't recuperate.
rays of hope
make us cope
knowing someday someway we'll return to the land
Where 'me was we' and 'his was us.'
A poem dedicated to all lost friendships and as many that will still be lost
Just Alex Oct 2018
Where the were two, now remains one
A duo that was broken in the anvil of time
A link that was severed, its pieces scattered in the past
A bond eternal, now severed and torn apart.

Theres air where hands would be held
And cold in the place where there used to be an embrace
So dry, are the lips that used to kiss
And agony in the skin that misses the caress
it used to feel.

There´s silence where vows of love were proclaimed
And betrayal in the place promises were made
Rememberance gives way to rage
Memories twisted by sadness and hate.

No more walks down the park
No more dates at the café
No strolls at the boulevard
No more watching sunsets down by the bay.

Where there was one, no theres two
A symbiosis of souls and hearts
We were so close, you and I
But fate decided to tear us apart.
And I can hope that time
Can soften the blow of us beign apart
Maybe an imposible task, but I must try
To delude myself that after you
There is more to live in this life.
Rui Rosa Mar 2019
Mistakes are a proof that you are human.
If you "Ctrl. + Z" it just means you're a living being
marley dogwater Jan 2015
“delete history”
I think it’s pretty gay for a bunch of sweaty queers
To be sharing spit w/ each other
In a ******* closet
I think my ***** smells like macaroni
I used to ******* to animals beign tortured
I used to tell my mom
Im not pretty
Im not pretty
throw rocks at your garage
"BAAAMMM"
It’s hard to come up with 4 things at once,
I want to play violin in a bathtub at 4 AM
Because 4am’s cool
And it’s not really night or morning
It’s just stinky
Im just a kid with their stinky feet on a splintered stool
Watching suite life of zack and cody
In a pair of boxers they/i haven’t changed for like 3 days
I have a bic pen bumper sticker tattoo on my ***
You made me **** your **** and feed your bunny
And you made me hate white boys
I generalize
I forget to feed my tortoise sometimes
I don’t forget to feed myself
Im not cool and skinny and white
Im fat and
I never forget to feed myself
I eat the stuff on my body
Im my own **** tree I beare my own fruits I think you
Should get used to how GROSS I am
I got heartburn
In all the wrong places
I got an ache below the waist
and a cold sore on my heart
Everlasting Nov 2014
When I was born, I may just have slept
Between a bed with torns and petals
One side beign heaven
The other hell
So if in my sleep, I turn to torns
I may bleed to awake in pain
And if I turn to petals
I may continue to peacefully sleep
Random V
Everlasting Nov 2014
Too often too soon
I swam towards the deepest part of the sea
But I retreated like a boat
beign pushed back into the shores
by the same tides
that once pushed me towards you
Random II
prettii eyz Jul 2016
I am use to it being put last
Nobody cares ..nobody even ask ..i sit here everyday battling depression and suicide everyday trying not to lose to the battle ..being forgetton before u even die show u wat world we live in
Beign forgetten just shows ur suicidal thoughts where right this whole time . And the worst part bout being forgotten is when your own family forgets about you making u feel like **** its crazy nobody sees the signs at all so being forgotten shows me when i take my own life nobody will miss me nobody will care because i am already dead.
So when they lay me down to rest i dont want to see that u love me and u will never forget me because you already forgetten me when i am right here !!
~prettii eyz
Mateuš Conrad Jun 2018
death has a pardon,
bound to nothing,
except life...
   and life?
                 a closure
for the experience
of life, within the confines
of what death pleases,
and what
death pleases: is life!
welcome,
to the abodes of
      the eternal womb!
   past the impossibility of time
via physics,
through history, as scuh,
only via
   an accolade in epitaph,
to escape a dating of
beign born, and subsequently
dying...

make stance:

rather than stand
                                      naked;
i tree befell...
          lingered
as if uprooted...
firm to amass both trunk
and root...
   and such...
          lose believable artefacts....
culminating in
                 i guess
you can only fathom
solipsism...

                coin does the flip;
man?
                  the lampoon
of gesture to disguise
a made delay lampooning..

mea culpa mea culpa
mea culpa mea culpa mea culpa
mea culpa....

    your fault i die?
           but no fault, i live... yes?!
i have no fault to be allowed
an allowance to die,
yet i have...
          a case, a matter,
                                          to "live"!

what life, is this?!
            was leben ist dies?!
mozart-*******-haven?!
            
i guess there's but one answer:

                          lebe(n) ist: dies.

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