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Chantelle Watson Sep 2017
Everyday i died.
Everyday i doubted
Everyday i felt insane
Everyday i lived in fear
Everyday i hated myself
Everyday i didnt eat... sometimes.
Everyday i bent to your will
Everyday i suffered in silence
Everyday i hated you
Everyday i couldnt take it
Everyday i thought of running
Everyday i dreamed of what it could be like
Everyday i lost my trust in everyone
Everyday no one could understand
Everyday i lost myself
Everyday i crumbled
Everyday i felt ashamed
Everyday i couldnt recognize myself anymore


Everyday i get a little stronger,
Everyday i get a little braver,
Everyday i hurt a little less,
Everyday i feel a bit more free,
Everyday i trust a bit more,
Everyday i feel a little wiser,
Everyday you control me less and less,
Everyday im a little happier,
Everyday i find myself
Everyday i feel proud
Everyday i follow my heart
Everyday i find a bit more of myself
Everyday i put back pieces you stole
Everyday i heal...
Everyday i grow...
Everyday i am reborn...
Everyday i am more me than i was before
Everyday i am thankful for what ive survived
Everyday i am alive...
Everyday i am living in spite of you.
Craig Harrison Sep 2013
Everyday you make me feel bad
Everyday you make me feel like I don't belong
Everyday you make me feel sad
Now you're wondering is it a poem or a song

Everyday you make me cry
Everyday I want to die
Everyday I notice I'm different
Everyday I continue to try

Everyday you make me mad
And everyday you make me sad

Everyday is a different day
Everyday you ignore what I say
Everyday I like to dream
Everyday you make me scream

Everyday I feel
Everyday you think it's no big deal
Yesterday, today and tomorrow are all the same
It's everyday do you have no shame

Everyday you make my heart hurt
Everyday you treat me like dirt
Everyday I cry inside
Everyday I just try to hide

Everyday I escape in my dreams
Everyday you ignore my screams
Everyday I wait for change
Everyday I feel strange

Everyday is the same
Everyday I wish it never came
Everyday I feel
Everyday you think it's no big deal

Everyday, Everyday, EVERYDAY!
Jeffrey Jul 2017
I want your everyday eyes and your everyday smile
Your everyday laugh and your everyday guile

Your everyday love and your everyday pain
Your everyday sun and your everyday rain

I want your everyday body; your everyday skin
Your everyday loss and your everyday win

Your everyday breath on your everyday kiss
Your everyday stress and your everyday bliss

I want your everyday dance and your everyday stroll
Your everyday rock and your everyday roll

You're every day dress and your every day hair
You're everyday hug and you're every day care

I’ll give you all of my life and all of my trust
And all of my love and all of my lust

I'll share all of my hopes and all of my dreams
All of my plans and all of my schemes

Just the everyday you and the everyday me
By your everyday side is where I'll everyday be
Jack D Serna Sep 2015
Everyday I am dead
Everyday I am born

Everyday in Earth
Everyday in Space

Everyday is consumed
Everyday is preserved

Everyday to act
Everyday to observe

Everyday needs sound
Everyday needs quiet

Everyday I love
Everyday I hate

Everyday demands speed
Everyday demands focus

Everyday is built
Everyday is grown

Everyday was new
Everyday was old

Everyday has progress
Everyday has decline

Everyday can shut up
Everyday can speak up
Aa Harvey Sep 2018
I Hate You, My Love

No longer together, in a world of madness;
Just sat alone, in my world of sadness.
So come with me, on this journey through life;
I'll enlighten your eyes and I'll open you mind.
Open your mind,
Open your mind,
Open your mind, to another kind.

Something new, old, bluesy or rocking;
Musically free, from you becoming damning.
Criticisms needed, if your work is wrong;
But you’re perfection in a glass, so I wrote you a poem.

Softly bang your head and break your neck;
Live a life of missed opportunities, but have no regrets.
Hold me in your arms, because I've become contagious;
Come die with me…nobody can save us.

And save us from what?  This living Hell?
Your perfumed body has begun to smell.
No longer the fresh smelling roses from Heaven;
You’re disgustingly *****, since you let me in.
No longer a ******, do you think they can tell?
Your mothers lead you to believe, you’re condemned to Hell.

I see through your eyes, as you describe what you see;
You've now become a part of me
And now I've let you, smoke my ****;
I've now shown you, all I need.

Everyday I'll write you a song;
Everyday the words will be wrong.
Everyday you'll see that you hate me;
Everyday we'll disagree.
Everyday I'll want to **** you;
Everyday you will **** me.
Everyday is a whole new day;
And everyday is wrong for me.
Everyday I kiss you with passion;
Everyday I get satisfaction.
Everyday we drift apart;
Everyday you break my heart.
Everyday I **** myself
And everyday I need your help.
Everyday you must die with me;
Everyday we must both believe.
So everyday let's both fall to the ground
And everyday the lyrics will crumble down.
Ashes to ashes and blunts to blunts;
Come die with me *****, you ******* ****!

I love you dearly, but I hate your guts;
You drive me crazy.  Completely nuts!
I'll love you forever, until I don't;
This is my suicide letter, now I have to go.

**** it I didn't go through with the plan;
Because of you *****, you held my hand
And told me that you understand
And told me that I'm your only man.

Can you not see how much I hate you?
Can you not see how much you hate me?
Why don't you believe, what I say is true?
Why are you here, when I told you to leave?

You’re a punk rocking beauty, but completely false.
You’re a grunge kissing psychopath, that I completely love.
I have to say I hate you, so I don't feel we’re too close;
But promise me Angel, you will never go.

(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Pavel Chekov Jun 2016
everyday I ask the same old boring question,
"How are you?"

and everyday I get the same old boring reply,

everyday I know the same old boring story,
"No, you aren't"

everyday I get the same old boring excuse,
"I'm tired"

everyday I follow the same old boring pattern,

everyday I get the same old boring lie,
"I'm fine"

everyday I learn the same old boring truth,
"My friend doesn't like me"

everyday I ask the same old question,
"What happened?"

everyday I get the same old reply,
"They won't talk to me"

everyday I still ask them,
"Can I help?"

not everyday I get the same reply,

everyday I ask the same question,
"How are you?"

and everyday I get the same lie,
"I'm fine"

and everyday I know it's a lie,
"Please talk to me"

and everyday they never reply,
"Please don't leave me"

and never do I get that same old boring question,
"How are you?"

never can I lie,
"I'm fine"

never am I told,
"Tell me"

never am I asked the same old boring question.
the question that makes someone feel alive.
The sun will rise everyday,
Then will decent at sunset everyday,
The air will fill and empty your lungs
Every second and every minute everyday,
Hundreds of people die everyday,
But there’s thousands of births everyday,
Your history grows with every passing day,
And your future grows smaller everyday,
You must open your gift, the present, everyday
Even if it’s unpleasant or the best thing ever,
You must accept this gift everyday
And everyday and everyday and everyday,

Then comes that one day,
You see the sunrise and the sunset
And feel the air pass through your lungs
On that day you can touch the happy
Ambience of new live, the last time, and hear
The stories of your yesterday and listen
To the hopes for an innocent infant’s life,
On that day your hopes are pipe dreams
Cause today there’s no more tomorrow
Sadly, you join the fact of everyday
Then when you enter the door of sorrow
Inside the house the beds are cold coffins
And your everyday become yesterday.
Kripi Feb 2014
I want to start Everyday in a new way
I want to see you Everyday in a new way
I want to make you happy Everyday in a new way
I want to hug you Everyday in a new way
I want to touch you Everyday in a new way
I want to make you laugh Everyday in a new way
I want to kiss you Everyday in a new way
I want to hold you tight Everyday in a new way
I want to make you see the world Everyday in a new way
I want to make you shine Everyday in a new way
I want that rythm divine Everyday in a new way
I want to do romance with you Everyday in a new way
I want to get your precious love Everyday in a new way
**I want to give you my capricious love Everyday in a new way
Ston Poet Dec 2015
(Yeah life be hard *****2)...It be so hard my *****.. (So hard..Everyday2..)..(Yeah..2)Everyday
(Yeah life gets harder ***** everyday..yeah
2) everyday.. I just (grind & pray..2)Yeah life gets harder ***** (everyday..3)

I pray all   the time cuz I'm just a human being..I'm  always  asking my Lord to please guide me & always stand by me..Im so weak & alone in this world/...In  This  white men world mane..I need Jesus to always protect me  because with him I'll always will be ok...In this  white menz can be a rich *****  but still less than a penny is mane....
Selling yo body for the money.. Yall fucc ******  getting **** & played by these record companies.. ***** we living in mental slavery..Uhh
I wanna see all  of my ******  fly up to the gates...Yeah up to heaven to chill wit the greats...Yeah my  ***** so  follow me & my ***** recite these  lyrics everyday & speak them everyday..Dawg,I can feel the holy spirit speaking through me ..Dawg..My lyrics are written so  nicely, sometimes I can feel  Tupac spirit  standing right beside me..Makaveli is  coming back sooner than you the end of betta repent sooner than later..Uhh
Imma Outlaw  *****..I'm immortal, Im giving my life up to God..No I'm not rapping for the money bru,i rap for all of these ****** incarcerated doing time dawg. Free all of  my ****** ..I rap only for the real ****** Yeah..mann...Free all of  my ******..

Aye man..I really don't care about selling a whole stadium out  my *****, no my *****.. (Im on a mission to  **** this new world2) through these songs,that I have written..(I have  resurrected from the grave...2)..
From the grave,my *****..I wanna delivery my ****** from all of the pain my *****...Yeah take my ******   away,my *****..Yeah I want all  my ****** to be free my *****..

(Yeah life be hard *****2)...It be so hard my *****.. (So hard..Everyday2..)..(Yeah..2)Everyday
(Yeah life gets harder ***** everyday..yeah
2) everyday.. I just (grind & pray..2)..Yeah life gets harder ***** (everyday..3),..Yeah

I'm praying for my ****** everyday..Im reading the book of Jeremiah everday,, just to  keep  me thinking of the hope  that God has  promise me... I keep writing ever minute to help me deal with this pain, because my ***** if I don't keep on writing my ***** I just feel so weak..everyday my ***** flesh always tempting me to do the wrong thing..I'm pressured to be a  nobody..In this white mans world mane..That's why I keep on  writing..If I  dont my ***** I just feel a desire to not  even try anything..Uhh..**** Im not no  perfect man..I'm not tryna be.. its really hard to live life as a saint when I have been taught for so many long   years to  live the ways of the beast..,but I'm making that change,today..

Aye man..Fucc being under mind control im  one of Gods I have to be stronger than what  this world is dawg.. I feel so lost homie, I don't even know the right moves to  make no more..I keep making the wrong turn & I keep  going the same  way dawg.. It feels like the system is made to keep us below in every state bru...I'm just another **** ***** hustling every **** day this white mans world today ...Im just really grateful to still be here alive  & healthy my *****..because  I could bee the next  Trayvon Martin or Mike Brown,shot & left young & dead on these streets..Ayo..They never gave a fucc about us mane..noo
Uhh..They never even given us a chance to be redeem..So instead  of pointing the guns at each other..let's turn em on these white manz my *****..****,Yeah..!!

History keeps repeating itself man
..You need to educate yourself first,don't never be afraid bru..I'm getting  so sick & tired of   hearing all of this "change" ****.. & hearing these sweet  rapping *** ****** bragging about something that's rented..My ***** we need  more blacks like Martin Luther King & Malcom X  *****..Real true ****** that's willing to die for being real yeah.
*****..instead of getting on ya kness & prostituting for the cheese...Yall ****** that keep claiming how yall so  real..Stop being Lil **'s then ..Yeah man..
I'm so tired of Satan getting his shine on.. ***** Its my time to shine dawg..Yeah *****   this is the rise of an  Outlawz.. Yeah..Fucc the world..& I don't mean that  in a ****** way, but let's destroy it mane..I won't die *****,never..**** boy you can think I'm crazy, well I ain't the first to think this way mane,Aye man

My ***** I  just wanna live free yeah.. Yeah my ***** I want you to be a free dawg..Yeah I wanna free ya.Don't yo *** want to be free bru..Instead of being *****..Im going to free all of my ****** like the Shawshank Redemption..Uhh..Its real fuckd up when Biggie ain't even here man..Why the **** does money even  exist,,cuhz **** means nothing to me  just fucc it.. ******....Money really has no true  purpose or any control over me , its just an distraction homie ..Uhh, so  I rather die a poor man than being a  rich sad man...Yeah instead of being  in  hell I rather see  heaven man..(Yeah I wanna live forever...*3)
Forever & Ever...Uhh
Skye Feb 2019
Every day started the same,
Every morning i woke up to the sounds of the city
Everyday i would ride the same bus
Everyday i would sit in the same seat by the same friend
Everyday i would see the river on my way
Everyday i would walk into the school with a smile
Everyday i would wait for my friends to arrive
Everyday i feel in love with one i would never have
Everyday i walked to the same classes
Everyday i walked the same halls
Everyday i walked the same route to pass my friends
Everyday i took the same bus
Everyday i would play the same games
Everyday i would talk to the same online friends
Everyday i would get ready to sleep
Everyday before i slept i would want the day to end
Every week
Every month
but one day my world was shaken
my world crumbled to pieces i thought "its not big deal"
come winter break i would move
away from those i grew fond of spending every day with
so we spent one last day
then it was all over
now everything is different
i still walk a hall
i still meet my friends
i go to my classes
but this time
i feel empty
it feels fake
ive been trying to be happy
ive lied to myself to create fake happy
and now its falling apart
it flaking away
the ones i once loved have grown farther
its starting to decay
Everyday i now, wish i were dead
this poem is about my recent move and how i now feel irrelevant  to everyone left in my life
Damaged Apr 2012
Everyday it gets harder to carry on.
Everyday it gets harder to stay strong.
Everyday I put on a fake mask.
Everyday I lie about things I get asked.
Everyday the mask gets thicker.
Everyday I feel like a plant starting to wither.
Everyday people ask "how are you?"
Everyday I lie saying, "great! and you?"
Everyday I realize that I have to carry on.
Everyday I realize its the struggles that make me strong.
Everyday I remind myself that though its stormy now, the clouds won't last forever.
Everyday I tell myself, for now I just have to bear this ****** weather.
Mark Lecuona Apr 2015
I could be mad everyday and maybe I am
But not over the color of your skin
Or why you remember to this very day
I could be mad everyday
But not whether you love a man or a woman
Or whether God made you that way

I could be mad everyday and maybe I will
But not because you crossed the border
Or because my Father came a different way
I could be mad everyday
I know how you hurt on the inside
Because somebody's hate made you feel that way

Sometimes I don’t feel like trying
But I’m not going to let it happen to me
I’m not listening to people who are doing all the lying
They’re not the ones who care why we’re dying

I could be mad everyday and maybe I should be
From trading goats to trading bitcoins
Money has always been the only way
I could be mad everyday
I don’t want to wait for the judge
To avenge us for those who make us pay

We could be mad everyday and maybe we should
Faceless ambitions send our children off to war
Only to be remembered on Memorial day
I could be mad everyday
They squander all our money
And we wonder why nobody makes them pay

Sometimes I don’t feel like trying
But I’m going to smile even though I can’t
I’m listening to the people doing all the lying
But I’m not going to let them make me feel like dying

I could be mad everyday
Because I don’t want to be a fool
They know I’m not playing their game
I’m not stealing or selling them my name

We could be mad everyday and maybe some are
They try to teach us how to hate
But I’m not going to be the one to obey
I could be mad everyday
They think we don’t understand
But we do because we don’t listen to what they say

Sometimes I don’t feel like trying
But tonight I think I will
I want to know how to be your brother
And not the way they want us to treat each other
Song lyrics
s Dec 2020
everyday i pick myself apart for the most stupidest reasons but i feel that it is justified. everyday i feel closer to losing my sanity that i had spent years trying to put it together. everyday i feel a surge of disappointment filling me up. everyday i feel like i am the bane of my own existence. everyday, everyday i feel closer to just muting the problems.

as i dig deeper and try so hard to understand myself, i only find reasons to hate myself completely. why do i look like? why am i acting this way? why i am so pathetic to the point its so annoying. i have no reasons to act this way. i have a good life.

or so it seems because my brain is my mortal enemy and i cannot escape from it.

everyday i try to ground myself and everyday i feel closer to death and everyday i try to make myself happy by coping with various tv shows but everyday when i let my thoughts lose i seem to have lost.

everyday i try to find a meaning in everything and i feel so lost.

everyday is miserable.
my thoughts r my own demon lol
Evan Backward May 2013
everyday, I rise up from my bed so I can sleep
a little longer, and it grows a little taller,
and everyday I rise up so I can sleep
walk a little longer, a little stronger
everyday I break waves to
sleep a little stronger,
and everyday I wish to rise up
to sleep as I grow tired, and taller,
everyday I walk like waves of
sleep and footfalls
and everyday I sleep to rise up
and fall. like feet into bed
everyday, I rise up to sleep
from sleeping in and out of sleeping beds
and everyday I dream of walking,
sleeping into flying beds,
everyday, I sleep from waves
of footfalls rising up to slumber,
and everyday longer and stronger,
falling from up and into sleeping walks of slumber
Inkblot Savant Apr 2019
Everyday I walk through my door
                                                            hoping to see you there.
Everyday I wish you were here
                                                       smiling waiting, for me.
Everyday I pass
                          the shoes you left behind.
Everyday I return
                             home to a darkness and my head hangs.
Everyday it moves side to side
                                                    slowly shaking.
Everyday thoughts of you
                                           cross my mind and the tears cross my eyes.

I shake my head, shake shake shake the tears away.

Everyday I reach out towards nothing
                                                                 and I miss you.
Everyday I cry out for you
                                             sobbing, shaking, trembling.
Everyday I dream
                             of everyday with you.
Everyday I hope

        Everyday I hope

                Everyday I hope

Then I shake.
I cry and shake.
Shake the pain away.

Shake the thoughts that plague my mind away.

     Go ...
                                        Go ...
                       Go ...
just ...

Leave my mind, let me be, leave me a the husk of humanity .

The thoughts they stay so I...

Shake and laugh at how foolish loving you has made me.
Shake in anger for these emotions to leave .
Shake in misery for my foolishness.
Shake in rage for not being empty.

I shake for every moment that we could be, I shake for the moments we are not. I shake for you.
Everyday life
Everyday life
Everyday life
I love it

Everyday life
Everyday life
Everyday life
I love it

Sometimes it's hard
Sometimes it's hard
Sometimes it's easy
Sometimes it's easy

Everyday life
Everyday life
Everyday life
I love it

Sometimes it's hard
Sometimes it's easy
Either way
I love it

Everyday life
Everyday life
Everyday life
I love it!

(I'm washing my brain)
DC raw love Apr 2015
Everyday, everything seems the same
Everyday, nothing seems to change

Everyday, I try to make a change
Everyday, I feel I'm going insane

Everyday, I try to take a break
Everyday, I always make mistakes

Everyday, I cry the same old tears
Everyday, I add time on to my years

Everyday, I feel the same each day
Everyday, it eats my heart away
Devin Ortiz Nov 2016
I'll write everyday
Even if I write about nothing

I'll write everyday
Even if it isn't the least bit good

I'll write everyday
Because silence is compliance

I'll write everyday
Because they haven't broken me yet

I'll write everyday
Even if no one reads it

I'll write everyday
Even if it makes you mad

I'll write everyday
Because I need to let you know

I'll write everyday
Because my conscious tells me so
jeffrey robin Apr 2013
With Barack Obama
Dancing in our heads with Osama

Surely it is all

Mass insanity!


With the Grand Tea Party

Shoot and **** and never say you're sorry

Surely it is all

Mass insanity



Oh know how
Our deseased culture

Eats our dead hearts like a stinking vulture

Surely it is all

Mass insanity

yeah yeah
yeah yeah


Surely it is all mass insanity

Everyday everyday

Everyday  everyday

Surely it is all mass insanity
invinsible Aug 2014
i live life like i'm dying everyday
days pass and time slinks away
cheeks hollow and lips whiten
eyes that fill with tears too easy
now glazed over with pain

i live life like i'm dying everyday
fingers numb and gaze that stares ahead
nails that grip down like i'm on the edge
leaving crescent marks in its wake
blood that rises but never breaks the surface

i live life like i'm dying everyday
each peal of laughter a melody for my deathbed
every smile and grin leaving me dead
i crave scars like words carved into my tombstone
sharpening the knife so my heart can beat again

i live life like i'm dying everyday
i scream silently curled up against porcelain
vomiting out molecules that were meant to be digested
but each glance at the mirror makes me feel less than ideal
fingers clutching the porcelain bowl
offering my dinner to the demons instead

i live life like i'm dying everyday
when my heart thumps irregular
and the pain won't go away
hiding under covers from the monster
no longer underneath the bed
but within me

i live life like i'm dying everyday
when tears fall and i hold my breath
trying not to lose it all
i grip the knife and press it against my chest
my heart oddly silent
accepting our death

i live life like i'm dying everyday
a broken marionette who's own thoughts
i cannot obey
the demon inside of me flips an hourglass and counts away
counting down each breath that i take

i live life like i'm dying everyday
no one hears the screams and cries
of no one but a fourteen year old
who's mind is too old
heart too much in pain
wishing her bed was a casket instead.
Alexandra Marie Aug 2016
is planned out.
I know how it will start.
I know how it will end.
I know what I will feel.
I know what I wish I felt.
tears that I shed
Is just apart of my everyday
I try to make a difference
I try to be nice
I try not to be mean to people
I try to talk normally without an attitude
I don't have one right?
EVERYDAY I hate myself
Every day I wake up and live in my own world.
It seems to be falling down now.
But that happens everyday anyway.
Dennis Bielanski Mar 2014
Why do we settle for just good enough
That everyday thinking makes life unpleasantly tough

Why do we care what others will think
That everyday thinking makes our best thoughts shrink

Why don't we reach for everything best
That everyday thinking makes us just like the rest

Why do we say we don't think like that
That everyday thinking makes us lazy and fat

Why can't we tell people how that we feel
That everyday thinking hides a love that is real

Why is it bad to want all that feels right
That everyday thinking give us feelings to fight

Why settle to just make the best of it
That everyday thinking makes a mind so unfit

Why do I settle for everyday thinking
When thinking like that my dreams begin shrinking
Children born with *** is the most sadest thing in life. Everyday there is a child born with ***. The reason for this is because adults and children are ***** each and every day. By the curel careless people in this world. Kids are sent off to oprphanges in some parts in Africa where honestly is better then some other places in Africa. Thats not it though the ones that are not in oprphanges are at risk each and everyday for there lifes. Not only for this disease but for the curlest people that will **** them for basically no reason because they dont have freedom like we do. Why treat children this way period but why treat them especially if they have limited time in life. They dont get to see and experience what we get to see and experience because we have the freedom. Each and everyday children in Africa risk there lifes to go to school most of them don't survive because once again the cruel poeple in this world **** them. Unlike we get to go to school for free and have freedom. We get to have the oppertunity to have an education. When they are not even given a chioce. The kids that are not in a orphanage are slaves they get torchered they get wipped they even are forced to see there parents wipped, ***** and murdered. They dont have choices at all for there life the chioces are made for them. Barely any water to drink or even food to eat. Children in Africa die each and everyday either from ******, starvation, dehydration or there disease. We act so ungreatfully to people in our lives we should be ashamed. When poeple in Africa don't have parents or if they do they dont get to see unless seeing them be torchured. I am thankful for everything I have and the freedom I have. Learning about this in school was intrestingly horrifying because of what these people do to these children and there parents or to people in general. They dont get *** from chioce of *** or born with it or lack of condoms they are forced with this horrible disease that is life killing and that most likely turnes into AIDS. With out any medical or lack of medical attention the poeple with disease are left to die. With people torchering them by watching and ****** them each and every day. It makes me furious to know that there are children human beings out there that are being torchured, *****, murdered, starved and dehydrated each and everyday of life. This is the life to the day they are born untill the day they die. After reading this think really hard about your life and the things and people in your life is life really hard for you is it that painful is it that horrifying. Put yourself in there shoes would you like seeing your parents child or sibling get ***** murdered or even wipped each and everyday. going without food or water or having barely food or water. For me after writing this and learning it my whole life is heaven compared to them. I have everything they don't and better and  I am not even close to being as greatful as I should. Think about this and this is so very true this is there lives each and everyday for the children and adults that are slaves that have ***/AIDS in Africa.
That Random Guy Nov 2016
I'll write everyday
Even if I write about nothing
but what if..

I'll write everyday
Even if it isn't the least bit good
but what if..

I'll write everyday
Because silence is compliance
but what if..

I'll write everyday
Because they haven't broken me yet
but what if..

I'll write everyday
Even if no one reads it
but what if..

I'll write everyday
Even if it makes you mad
but what if..

I'll write everyday
Because I need to let you know
but what if..

I'll write everyday
Because my conscious tells me so

but what if.. I will be here no more?

#darkthoughts #hurt #iloveher
Shelby Azilda May 2013
She looks at her reflection,
And everyday she finds something she wants to fix.

Scared that she might go back.
To eighty pounds ago.
Scared that losing eighty pounds wasn't enough.

She exercises,
And everyday she feels too tired to function.

Hoping that she might look "normal,"
A term that is so vague.
Hoping that one day she will feel okay with herself.

She stares at that mirror,
And everyday she wonders why she's like this.

Wondering why she can't feel comfortable,
With her own body.
Wondering why she isn't proud.

Because when she looks at that mirror,
She sees flaws she can't fix.
I know I used to feel like this because I had to work so hard to be a "normal" size.
I think it is really important to acknowledge your accomplishments that you have made for yourself and love yourself. Love everything about yourself even the little flaws.
Ella Aug 2019
is another day I don’t text you
Everyday is another day I pretended I don’t miss you


It’s silly I know
Can’t even say the words
Can’t even let this pain go

Everyday is another day I’m angry at you
For not caring like I do
But you can’t force someone to care
How can I still love you


Everyday is another day he is just a picture in my head
Everyday I hear the three words
he never said

These are my three words


but we know that’s not true
Because every day is a day I’m still loving you
Haven’t published a poem in a while. here goes. Isn’t it hard to carry on when you love someone so profoundly that you feel the world might break in two? And if it doesn’t, it might break you? Please read this poem with a new perspective. Don’t think of it as a silly teenage heartbreak; but as growth towards a profound love that will one day burn brighter then my pain.i know this poem isn’t eloquent. But it is raw; and perhaps that’s enough. Sometimes, simple words cut deeper than the difficult ones.
King Panda Feb 2016
I know the flowers better everyday
their twisting stems
their curtain petals
their floating spice

I know the flowers better everyday
their capillary roots
their plum faces
their purple stamens

I know the flowers better everyday
their shaking seeds
their modest thorns
their unabashed lust for the sun

I know the flowers better everyday
I know the sun will rise
I know the clouds will rain
I know my daughter will laugh

I know the flowers better everyday
I’ll draw a fence for flowers
I’ll draw a muzzle for the sheep
I’ll draw a number for the man to crunch

I know the flowers better everyday
I know how lovely it is to feel
grass in between toes
the breath of a boa
the embrace of home

I know the flowers better everyday
I am forty
I am a mother
I love fearlessly
Inspired by *The Little Prince*
Mateuš Conrad Aug 2016
now i know why i might engage with writing obscene
poems, chauvinism included, but still there
is no burning excuse in my mind with the way
western society actively desires censorship of certain
words, i already attributed censoring obscene
words as worse than what this tactic precipitates into:
the apathetic spread of *******, and violence
in general... it crosses my mind that sparring with violent
language cushions people from violet action...
to utilise violent language with that: pardon my French
attitude does more good than evil on the users...
how many road rage incidents could have been avoided
if people were unable to watch their tongue:
somehow we're making language sterile, by actively
pursuing this sort of censorship: which is not even
remotely politically related / motivated, we're bringing
an anaemic status quo in how fluidly we speak -
we desire to not hear the sometimes funny and the sometimes
awful... but we choose to see the god-fearing horrific...
ask any blind-man about music and he'd say:
well, i can dance to it in a nucleus position, centrally
gravitational pull - but ask the deaf man about
what he has to say when seeing **** written to counter
obscenity, as in cartoon-like: f&%£! it's just plain silly,
pocket-sized expression of psychotic behaviours,
rummaging through them i find only one source of inspiration:
the fact that we're in this blind-man's garden of innocence,
somehow dressed in the camouflage of censorship such
a tiny problem, that it does indeed require 23 mattresses
for the princess to not feel the frozen *** agitating her...
this sort of censorship in its application is under
a false sense of purpose, it really doesn't change people's
behaviour for the better, it doesn't pacify them, in does
the reverse: it infuriates, it makes violence more potent...
i'm still trying to figure out why such words
will make our perceptions saintly... unless of course
that's the reason behind them, as way of invoking an
anaesthetic placebo, a placebo that's actually active rather
than passive - presuming the anaesthetic placebo gives
way to an aesthetic active apathy-inducing ingredient...
meaning we can't bare to hear swear words, but we can
gladly watch 20 hours of 20 : 1 ****... censoring **** ****
**** **** will not escape Newtonian physics...
given our current scenario, Newtonian physics is far
more important than Einstein's relativity, i'd hate to be
in denial about cause & effect... as began with Socrates,
i too abhor moral relativism... of course Newton got
the gravity bit wrong, but i like the simpler version...
plus... there was no Romance with Einstein...
no apple, no tree, no Voltaire... meaning we don't necessarily
write history collectively, with all of us starting from
the big bang or the view from the Galapagos islands...
we don't... we continue writing history not from a
collective consciousness genesis... or from the collective
unconscious genesis - that's Jung with his archetypes
(devil, god, wise man, mother, father etc.) rather than
dreams (Freud) - we can chose were to write the future...
it's not so much ignorance as arm-chair intellectualism,
it's not about the safety of understanding something,
but the comfort of choosing to understand something...
which is pretty much to my excuse for my previous poems...
Heidegger... and that concept of Dasein -
i never bothered to understand it to the point of
reacting subjectively to it, by that i mean an interest
in writing about it, an interpolation of the subject with
alternative variations... i objectified it, i also countered it
when objectifying the concept turned out to be an
everyday object, shortening my quest.
the counter? hiersein, i.e. being here, here denoting a
solipsistic classification of awareness with / in the world -
which is basically me in my room, admiring my library,
my record collection, my torn sneakers, everything that
is classified exclusive to what dasein evolves into
when all its grammatical weaving only express a verb,
i.e. concern... so i thought, given this what can hiersein
(being here / nonchalance) actually show me as
my lack of interest in: "changing the world".
it became obvious yesterday, i had a hard time when i
didn't read the day's copy of the times (more on this later),
instead i had to suffice with construction site media,
you might have heard of this newspaper: the daily star,
at 20 pence a pop, you will see what £1.20 makes to
your psyche... but that's basically it, i objectified Heidegger's
concept and made it into an everyday object, in this
case and as the only case available: a newspaper -
and the trick is? well, with a newspaper like daily star
you don't actually experience dasein - it's completely
missing in this style of media, and that's worrying given
my barbaric poetry of yesterday... it's missing, not there,
such object-for-object chirality is what gives birth to
hiersein (being here); but today i returned to my usual
media diet, a flicked through the times and the natural
balance of personal objects and a fresh impersonal object
coexisted - the newspaper is truly the most adequate
compounded expression of Heidegger's dasein -
which i attribute to the constant need to emphasise an
empathy with others... empathising is a neutral form
of sympathising, since sympathy is sourced in shared
experiences: **** victims (e.g.) - therefore empathy is
something that in the ontological structuring of dasein,
which opposes the ontological structuring of hiersein,
which is structured by apathy; there is nothing else for
me to write, apart from the compendium proof
of the disparity of sources, i.e. headlines and subheadings:

- prior compendium -

i will never understand the point of autobiographies,
the majority of autobiographies are written
on a p.s. basis, after the facts / actions,
never immediately, concerning ideas /
solidified thoughts, thoughts condensed into idea
that allow thinking / cognitive narration to
continue regardless with what's being achieved...
i haven't anything autobiographical dissimilar
with something biographical...
Plato wrote that wonderful biography like
Shakespearean theatre, but i guess his critics felt
the claustrophobic tug & pull of mermaids...
still the problem ascends heights unparalleled -
even with ghost writers doing the leg-work...
cheap-buggers never learned to write, let alone read,
and here they are writing biographies...
ah, **** it... they're only sketches... whether biographic
or autobiographic... they're still mere sketches...
if this was the art world the revenue would come
posthumously, when it comes to literacy
nothing really distinguishes poets from
those prescribing pedestrian signs...
the Olympians can moan at the vacant stadium...
that there's a hierarchy in sports,
with the favoured monochrome idealisation
of where the bunny money is in the whirlpool
of the rabbit hole investment: football, volleyball...
but the literary events are the same...
people love to lie that they read the bestseller to
its full extent... but treat books like chairs and tables...
inertia prone half finished, sat on for 2 weeks of
the entire year... the Olympians are very much
like poets, and i care to distance myself from either
demand for more interest being invoked...
i like esoteric sports, i like esoteric writing...
but that's how it stand: poets are Olympians where
novelists are footballers, who retire at 30 and
then think about what to do with their wages
that are 10x higher than the everyday labourer...
start a restaurant, buy a strip of houses in Liverpool
like Michael Owen? good guess, here's to exploiting
youth disgracefully... that's what they're getting,
and these are the dilemma points to consider...
they're the equivalent gladiators of our time,
Rome was just a sleeper before it awoke once more...
but i'll never understand why these
people decided to exploit literature for gain...
all these academics with their pristine purity of discovery
are pacified when dictating print,
what poet, has a chance in hell, to appear gladly
excavated from Plato's cave of television?
about none.
i too was focusing on 20th century literature,
before 21st literature came about...
and i thought, oh god: they're really going to create
a totalitarian democracy, every artist will be
strip-searched for adding cinnamon and chilli to their
writing to bounce away from conformist
sober and sane extraction of alter wordings...
this 21st scene will become polarised...
we'll have the extinction of One Direction over a joint,
while the Rolling Stones drank a keg of whiskey
and pulled off a show... we'll have moralisation
of the fans to subdue the artists, which will mean
no artist will ably create a zeitgeist to rebel... everyone
will suddenly experience a weird sort of communism...
the worst kind... it will mean having
all the mental freedoms without the ability to
economise a coup... basically an inertia, an immediate
fatality... we can't economise a coup...
which boils down to why so many autobiographies
aren't really biographic, but rather consolidating,
by the meaning: autobiographic i intended to relate
the everyday... the most secretive account of life:
the everyday... this is stressing Proust,
even though i preferred Joyce over Proust i keep
the everyday the prime ideal: the only detail,
so that an autobiography can make sense,
automation of writing, like breathing or sneezing...
not some monetary-spinning device 20 years after
the facts... 20 years later you're pretty much writing
fiction... i am all for the biosphere of expanding
Alveoli... but when did you ever read an autobiography
that mentioned the taste of weak coffee
from the Friday of 20th of August 2016? never;
you read autobiographies
like you read self-help books...  waiting for
all that experience regurgitating motivational talk
about reaching a plateau of comparative success...
i can understand autobiographies written by the elders,
i understand biographies written about people
posthumously - but the tragedy is, given the spinning
wheel of money? we're getting "auto" biographies
written toward their 3rd volume renditions of
people aged 30... let alone 40... so much for
western society having the upper hand on political matters...
just saying: sort your own **** before trying
to sort other people's problems...
i could understand if these autobiographies were written
as described: automaton solo... but they're not...
before the compendium it's this everlasting presence
of a desired body of power being depicted:
prior the monopoly of knowledge, there was a monopoly
of literacy... given that 99% of us are literate, it
actually doesn't mean a third donkey's *******
whether we can read, or write, we got shelved in controlling
this once priestly vanity, we got taught bureaucracy alongside...
but the monopoly of literacy is way past us,
we're being convened in the ability to monopolise knowledge,
(oh please, don't let the paranoia seep in,
remember yourself when reading me, once in a while,
i don't drag you to phantasmagorical heights, even if i could,
i'd prefer you being agile in learning how to be bored
than letting your repel the same boredom i too share,
well... but **** me if you want to be the next Lenin) -
and the easiest way to monopolise knowledge? the media...
you basically need a lot of facts, and an evolved version
of dialectics, dialectics being the prime enemy of democracy
(it's not an alternative political model like despotism as
we are held to believe, it's actually dialectics,
suppressing other forms of collectivisation is the one
sure method of suppressing the attempt at dialectics
(individualism) - by making people overly opinionated,
ergo: the inability to engage with opinions, blind-alleys
throughout all plausible attempts to do so) -
so once you have enough facts to fiddle with the Rubik's cube
of juxtaposition, you end up with the ultra-scientific
form of dialectics... the matter of opinion in relation
to truth without a relative uniformity that prescribes
the status quo stasis is a debate about how accurate
we all are: i.e., is that true to the closest centimetre,
or the closest millimetre? it's a bit like watching a Zeno
                 10.1                           and 10.01
      which one's tortoise and which is Achilles?
well, you know; ah ****! the compendium of the two
newspapers which got me slightly depressed...

- the compendium -

a. daily star

- Laura & Jason's baby joy
- Robbie (Williams) £1.6M a night!
- JR'S wife Linda set to Holly
- Edd's no Beverly Hills flop
(Lana among cow *******)
- 'Jealous sis' jibes
- Peaty: I want to be a rapper
- TV girl really ill
- COSTA ***** HELL
- I'll make Kylie a pop star
- Great British Rake In
- Britain is *******
- Va Va Vroom
- JUST JANE: My lover snubs plea to get wed

b. the times

- Boy victim becomes a symbol of Assad's war
- US Olympics swimmers invented robbery tale, say Rio police
- Make us sell healthy food, supermarkets implore May (P.M.)
- Lost weekend of the lying best man
- fears over free speech delay law to silence hate preacher
- Met's 'commuter cops' live in France
- Husbands happiest when they earn half as much as wives
- Socialists plot to drive Britain left
- Fake human sacrifice filmed at European high altar of physics
- Officers investigated over ex-footballer's Taser death
- Number of pupils taking languages at record low
   (Mandarin @ 2,849 - % decrease of 8.1,
    alarmingly religious studies 27,032 up by 4.9%
    and psychology of status 59,469 up by 4.3%....
    meaning the mad will soon be diagnosing the sane
   as mad, just because the curriculum said so)
- Top grades add up to 100% at the school for maths prodigies
- Deprived sixth formers thrive on competition
- European students rush to get into British universities
- DVLA earns £10m selling driver's details
- Mystery over Kenyan death of aristocrat
- Journalist who voted twice reported to police for
- Tomato tax threatens European trade war
- Love story of the Pantomime
- Homeless conmen fleeced widow, 81
- Brownlee brothers at the Olympics...
- Hopeful shoppers give sales a lift after Brexit vote
- MoD guard could be stood down despite terrot threat
- Owners spit mansion after failing to sell
- The job with international appeal: saving our hedgehogs
- Finch warns unborn chicks if weather gets warm
- Migrant violence rises after decline in policing around Jungle
- Longest road tunnel promises a relaxing ride under Pennines
- Mothers step up to drive Tube trains through night
(rowdy teens ageing exponentially on a Saturday night
when not getting a lift, ******...)
-MP's deal with bookmaker to be investigated
- Ebola nurse 'hid high temperature'
- Shoesmith's ex-huspand kept child *******
- Morpurgo war tale springs into life
- Supergran fights off teenage muggers
- IVF is more successful for white women
- Great political fiction is good for democracy
- the BBC is leaving its audiences in the dark
- airline food? just pass me the gin and tonic
- Modern Olympics began on the fields of Rugby
/ greasy polls, holding firm, tongue tied,
  call for compulsory targets to tackle obesity,
second in line, mindfulness course, cost of planning,
puffins v. ship rats.... and all future letters to the editor /
- Moscow presses Turkey for access to US airbases
- Hundreds killed each month in Assad's jails
- Putin bans celebration of defeated KGB coup
(another James Bond movie on the cards,
i'm assured, and with a moral carte blanche) -
Hollande clams Carla Bruni spied concerning his
use of diapers...
- Euthanasia tourists flock Belgian A & E from France,
  where a revival of ****** made people dress shark-fin
  sharp on the catwalk...
- Mosquito pesticide linkage application = intersex /
   East German women
- Haiti cholera linked to Nepalese **** and ***** via
Everyday I live the world gets smaller
the numerous things that I vowed begin to vary
and in this ever shrinking world there remain many tunnels
tunnels that can bless and unviel, dizzy and tire and betray

Everyday I lift my eyes and witness just a little more
I see the depth in a human heart greater
and in stupor,
watch all the minute props that fill these spaces
spaces that can
mend and refresh,
scar and bewilder

I see the small things that matter

Everyday I live my passion grows stronger
The day I learn to take joy for nothing
Will be the day I discover something
That everyday I live my heart grows

I feel my heart grow one way or another
Everyday we live our hearts may grow larger
or harder
the first taunts the latter
so remember to fight for a heart grown larger

Everyday I fall and return from the dust stronger
the dirt is brittle and with time is cleansed
I beckon my heart to make amends
so as not to let it end

I learn to make a mile stretch farther
because everyday I live the world gets smaller
There are those you dislike and never see again
there are those you like and never see again
there are those you dislike and see often
there are those you like and see often
there are those you love and always cherish
and there are those you love and never let fall away
Shadow Black Jan 2012
I pray for you everyday
I think about you everyday
I feel bad everyday
For what I did to you
i dream everyday
about how it could've been
i remember you everyday
i fantasize everyday
about meeting you someday
i wish i could see you....
sufiya firdose Oct 2018
You know right we can turn desert into a bueatiful sea
If we are together…..
The past you went through made you stronger and made me too
All the misfortunate and brutal winds come across way makes us strongest
Just like phoenix you reborn
Today no matter we are in deserts
We can change it into beautiful sea tomorrow
You are no more weak nor alone
Cuz today we are all hear just for you..with you
You're the one who can do the incredible things
you do You're the best and baby you deserve the gift you have
Can't you see?
You are strong You fight against the demons everyday
You're a star,
remember where you come from and who you are
It's hard to be away from home
But it's all worth it look at yourself,
you know I'm talking to you
You're the one who can do the incredible things
you do You're the best and baby you deserve the gift you have
Can't you see?
You are strong You fight against the demons everyday
You're a star,
remember where you come from and who you are,
Believe it you gotta believe it
It’s not easy to be special
To believe in what they cannot see
Full of talent
You’ve got the something that will take you far one day
You’ll reach out to the sky and touch the stars
Just believe in yourself and see the magic
Life's a journey
It’s a roller coaster
Keep the faith and fight for what you want
Improve yourself learn to be strongest
You’re not alone one day you'll reach out for my hand and
And I'll be there
Just believe in yourself and see the magic
You're the one who can do the incredible things
You do you’re the best and baby you deserve the gift you have
Can't you see?
You are strong you fight against the demons everyday
You're a star,
Remember where you come from and who you are
It's hard to be away from home
But it's all worth it look at yourself,
You know I'm talking to you
You're the one who can do the incredible things
You do you’re the best and baby you deserve the gift you have
Can't you see?
You are strong you fight against the demons everyday
You're a star,
Remember where you come from and who you are,
Believe it you gotta believe it
This is all about being friends
All for one and one for all
We believe in what we do we'll never give up smile
You have to use a little fantasy
Let your heart bloom like a flower
You will always win
We know you were strong
And you are near the end
All you gotta do is fly
Just believe in yourself….you gotta believe it
And see the magic….magic
Just like a phoenix
you are gonna re born
Spread you wings and sail across the sky
Everyone can see there is a fire blazing in you
And its lighten up the sky
As you go higher all your past hunt away
You are very powerful your enemy’s stay at bay
You are the symbol that shows the path
No one can destroy you
There is no one like you
You are one of kind
Just believe in yourself…you gotta do it
And see the magic
You're the one who can do the incredible things
You do you’re the best and baby you deserve the gift you have
Can't you see?
You are strong you fight against the demons everyday
You're a star,
Remember where you come from and who you are
It's hard to be away from home
But it's all worth it look at yourself,
You know I'm talking to you
You're the one who can do the incredible things
You do you’re the best and baby you deserve the gift you have
Can't you see?
You are strong you fight against the demons everyday
You're a star,
Remember where you come from and who you are,
Believe it you gotta believe it
You know right we can turn desert into a bueatiful sea
If we are together…..
The past you went through made you stronger and made me too
this i speacially wrote for bts but keeping my sister my so cool boy friend and my osm friends in mind i hope it helps them out

All the misfortunate and brutal winds come across way makes us strongest
Just like phoenix you reborn
Today no matter we are in deserts
We can change it into beautiful sea tomorrow
You are no more weak nor alone
Cuz today we are all hear just for you..with you
yooo hooo BTS love you lotsss
I am Leah Sharibu
I am Nigeria
I am a captive
Taken from my home
Away from love and care
Now I live in fear
In the midst of the unknown
I am Leah Sharibu
I am Nigeria

I am Leah Sharibu
Oh! You have forgotten me, probably
I wouldn't blame you
I am just a girl, you thought
But I am Nigeria
And I could be just your girl
Yet you go to bed with both eyes closed
Because I am just a girl.
How do you sleep?
How do you find peace?
How do you laugh with satisfaction
And Find rest?
Knowing I am Leah Sharibu
And I am Nigeria

I am Leah Sharibu
Who is she? I can hear you ask.
Oh! You've forgotten?
I am that "Dapchi girl"
Kidnapped with her school mates
But they are free and I am not
They gained their lives back
Because they are what I am not
That's what some people thought
But I am not just "that Dapchi girl"
I am Leah Sharibu
I am Nigeria

I am Leah Sharibu
I am Nigeria
And I am a captive
I am in chains
I am in bonds
I am in pains
And I am not free
I am still missing
I am Leah Sharibu
I am Nigeria

I am Leah Sharibu
I am a Christian
That's what you said
But I am more than a Christian
I am a girl child
I am a woman
I am a daughter
I am a mother
And I am a wife
But I am more than all these
Yes! I am
I am Nigeria

I am Leah Sharibu
I am Nigeria
Though you called me a Christian
Undoubtedly I am
Was that not why you left me behind?
Was that not why you've left me till now?
How callous? How unpatriotic?
You swore an oath to protect me
But you lied
You think calling me a Christian
Will clear your conscience
But you lie!
I am Nigeria
That's my identity
I am Leah Sharibu

I am Leah Sharibu
I am Nigeria
I have been betrayed
By Deceivers parading themselves as leaders
By cowards parading themselves as heroes
By liers who embraces you with a dagger
I have been betrayed
By enemies camouflaged as friends
I thought they cared about me
But all they want is a piece of me.
So they don't care if I bleed
I am Leah Sharibu
I am Nigeria

I am Leah Sharibu
I am Nigeria
I am not missing
You can see me
But you've refused to free me
You've made me your slave
Everyday you **** me
Everyday you **** me
Everyday you brutalise me
Everyday you torment me
Despite the oath you swore to protect me
You have become my terror
My Kidnapper
My tormentor
My killer
My captor
My destroyer
I am Leah Sharibu
I am Nigeria

I am Leah Sharibu
I am Nigeria
I can see, you don't care, who I am
You think I will just pass away
Like a shadow in the night
Another figure among the many lost
So you hope
But you lie
I am your fear
I am your shame
I am your story
Ugly but true
I am your cross
You must bear
I am your pain
And I won't go away
I am Leah Sharibu
I am Nigeria

I am Leah Sharibu
I am Nigeria
You can **** me
But I won't die
Though ****** with many swords
And bleeding on all sides
You will always hear my cries
Because I live on....
You can try to hide me
Like a woman's nature call
But I won't go away
I will be your nightmare
And walk the night in your sleep
I will be your nemesis
And follow you to your grave
I will be your infamy
Lay you bare for the world to see
I will be the truth
That topples your lies
And I pray that I will be your end
So you'd be no more
I am Leah Sharibu
I am Nigeria

I am Leah Sharibu
I am Nigeria
Another night has come
And I pray for sleep
Not knowing if I will see the dawning of a new day
You expect  me to be weak
To break down and fall
You expect me to be feeble and frail
But I won't
Everyday I see the sun
I will grow strong
Everyday I take a breath
I shall be agile able
Don't expect me to give up
For I shall win at last
I am Leah Sharibu
I am Nigeria.
Dedicated to Leah Sharibu the Christian girls still in Boko Haram Captivity and other girls held in captivity and have not been rescued by their government if Nigeria
Alexis Jun 2014
I see you walking down the halls casually
and we look opposite directions
as you are walking down the hall I know where you are going
I've memorized your clases.
I wonder what things would be like if you hadn't changed your mind
and I would run up to you and tell you how my day is going and laugh
I see you with a different girl
and everyday
it never gets easier
and sometimes I forget how to walk.

before school,
I think of what you would want me to wear
and what you would want me to say
and what you want me to do
but I never let myself let you win
you have put me through misery
it still hurts.
Derick Van Dusen Dec 2010
Oh how I long for you
Everyday my eyes feast not upon you
Brings yet one more tear to my coffers
Everyday my ears hear not your sweet voice
Brings yet one more crack to my breaking heart
Everyday I think of you I grow more lonely

Everyday I wish to be graced by your presence
Everyday I struggle to make do by your absence
Everyday I want only to feel your gentle embrace
Everyday I struggle to make do by your remembered face

Each day that we are not together
Is one more day you hear not I love you
Each and every day without you
Is one more day you feel not my touch

Each day that passes into the next
Is one more I pray I see you
Each day I dont catch a glimpse of you
Is one more day that I cry

You are the reason I rise
You are the reason I dream
You are to me what leaves are to a tree
You are the only picture I see when I close my eyes
You are the reason I breath and the reason I cant

Each day your not here to hold
Is one more breath in the cold
Every day your not here to see
Is one more day I can not be

You are my compliment
You are my anchor holding me firm
You are my roots lest a strong wind try an ******* away
You are not the target
You are not the arrow
You are the strength to pull the string
You are the speed with which the arrow pierces the air
You are the force that strikes the target
You are what drives me to continue
Each day I struggle to change
You are the reason I struggle at all

Everyday I long to be in your presence
And my eyes see only a picture
Everyday I long to touch your face
And my fingers caress only air
As the images of you are created in my mind
As the ink flows from this pen to describe you
My heart is breaking for you're not here with me
Holding me and whispering I love you in my ear.
I wrote this back in 05 so dont read nothin into it
Angela Baerthel Dec 2018
Everyday she wakes with a broken heart.
Everyday from the very start.
Everyday she lays awake.
Everyday she wonders why?
Everyday she cries.
Everyday she tries.
Everyday she says goodbye.
The Dedpoet May 2018
Everyday the tide
And what flows in I cannot
Everyday awash and I
Know that my love is real,
Because the pain is real.
Amazing the hope is the rain
And sun has become the hurt,
Fate has given twist,
Everyday I see the lost
And when I find them
Only a little of what once was,
Everyday like the wind on my face,
The perfect imbalance tips
Under empty,
And once I was full of hope,
Only now it has become audacity.

Everyday the tide,
And the waters rage
Beyond anyones control,
Everyday the poem
Takes a few words away
From my tired soul,

Everyday the mirror looks at you
It sees what you don’t
It sees what you do
Either way,
Every day,
The mirror looks at you
Everyday the mirror looks at you
It sees your amber eyes
Smoldering and wild
It sees your glistening teeth;
Your dashing pirate smile
It sees you at your worst
It sees you at your best
Either way,
Every day,
The mirror sees you nonetheless
Everyday the mirror looks at you
It steals your image like a thief
How selfish is the mirror
To cause me so much grief
How selfish is the mirror
That sees you everyday
That it will not share you
With my eyes, so far away
Everyday the mirror looks at you
Only inches from your face
From a thousand miles away
I dream to take its place
Everyday the mirror looks at you
It sees what I don’t
Oh what I wouldn’t do
If everyday
I could be inches away
And look at you too
Everyday I envy the mirror
That sees all you can’t disguise
For I’ve never felt so beautiful
As when I saw my own reflection
In those amber eyes

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