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Sacrelicious Apr 2012
The hour hand's on 10.
&
The minute's on 4.

I think,
I know.

Half of me died
with you.

Way back,
when,
October nights weren't
so
******'
lonely.

Until my other half
gives in.
I'll be your;

1/2-ghost,
earth-bound.
Sun.

For the "time" being,
I'll catch you on the
astral plane.
&
I'll see you in my dreams.

</3

When your life line
stops running,
across your body's
support screen.

What time
will your clock
stop at?

Time doesn't exist,
I will
ALWAYS
be here.
<3
Moonflower Oct 2015
To consciously exist is truly an unrequitable privilege.
What a joy to be alive. What an honor!
There is so much to see, so much to feel!
And a finite amount of time to do it.
Deeply realizing this is overwhelming in the best way possible.
It is absolutely mind-blowing.
I seek adventure.
I am going to find my purpose.
I will seize my every day.
karin naude Mar 2013
lies exist so you learn not to trust
you learn truth exist only in dreams
between known voices n you
love exist in your hopes n stories
crippled love deprived world that bleeds
blood for sale pay with second hand love
cheapest commodity ever
follow the pleasure of moment
hot heads cold heart actions
in nature you can feel the cave
this you cant just run and pray not to get trampled
Sheikh Muizz Sep 2015
When our pens dwindle from our fingers, I am the unbroken sky that we all see
through sheer glass, as flat as the Earth was once believed
that has been deliberately splintered, into neat little windows.

I will take you all back to the first time your womb-woven eyes
relayed indiscriminate shapes in an indiscriminate sight.
A sheer, prime view; the world unbroken
anew.

Following this split, second which we all share
our unique minds, in circumstance’s snare
design our own personal universes, parallel from one another’s.

Look up now and picture what you see
(despite all its details) as an indivisible screen.
If everyone next to you saw the same thing,
you would never want for understanding.
The first line is supposed to be a single, complete line ending with 'what we all see'. Hello Poetry can't format this correctly.
Kiss me
And you will see
I'll take you to a world
Where you don't want to be
And I will make you
Feel
If nothing subsist
If no one is
If we are
A taste of death
Let me show you.
We forget
That life is like the ocean waves
Up and down
High and low
Gradual
Steep
Each one a bit different
Painting a new picture
Unpredictable
Chaotic
And constantly
Changing our perception of the view.
Seems terrifying, but
Without this dynamic surface
We would truthfully be
Staring at a lifeless sheet
Of infinite water
Moving along slowly
And
Simply
             ...existing.
You say, "don't go"
but you don't know —
         how in exchanged "Hello's" I've already begun mourning our end.
I don't know what else to do though ~
Where I am,
                   so low
you've never been;
             it's another world.

Butterfly,
Even I,
don't forget, nor forgive.
Marked red lines like a failed quiz, your favorite self-destruction,
a method without instruction.
I don't know, if I'm coming back home again,
I get so sad,
     consumed, mad.
Sometimes, I get so sad that, I completely shut-down,
I stare blankly at the door as it becomes a wall,
& it doesn't matter what you say to me,
Leave me alone for the break & shatter, & I don't want your apology.
~
In that falling moment, I find the precipice...

Because in that moment,
                              I don't exist.


By: Ashton Conor Amstutz
lok-hing Sep 17
It's 4 in the morning. We're tired, lazing, sleepily
awake. It's a subtle, quiet touch that draws me closer;
It's a subtle, lingering breath that brings me near.

I'm not existing, I'm living
in this moment. I'm loving.

We're not you and I. We're a tangled mess
of limbs and warmth and blankets, a whole.
And we won't just exist. We'll live.
cuddles are nice
Hadiy Syakir Sep 2018
there were
shadows
that fought
for the right to
exist
descended off
the stairwell
fell into
the frostlake

and it continues.

before
they struggled
in the dark
then,

everything's gone.
Marianna Nov 2018
i am the dark nights and the pouring rain,
the leftovers and the wine stains
i am the cold weather and a forgotten dream,
the 3 am coffee or your 3 am screams

i am a ghost or an empty feeling, or
i might be hanging from the ceiling
i am in the corner or right next to you, or
i could be lying six feet under you
i do not exist
gabrielle Jan 3
homesick for the home
that never been mine

homesick for the home
that never existed

missing you
that never been mine

you exist
but you were still not mine

you are my house i go back to
but never my home

you exist
but never was my home
" I am missing someone whom I love. I have loved someone who is my home, whereas, this home never existed. And my home that never existed, was never really mine. "

(i really have problems with repetitions)
ohellobeautiful Sep 2018
no matter how hard
these winds blow and shake me
i stay  r o o t e d  with the Earth

storms exist to awake me
one of the first few
rhymes i ever wrote
*and still my favorite*
You say "don't go"
but you don't know —
         how at "Hello", I've already begun mourning our end.
I don't know what else to do though ~
Where I am,
                   so low
you've never been;
             it's another world.

Butterfly,
Even I,
don't forget, nor forgive.
Marked red lines like a failed quiz, your favorite self-destruction,
a method without instruction.
I don't know, if I'm coming back home again,
I get so sad,
     consumed, mad.
Sometimes, I get so sad that, I completely shut-down,
I stare blankly at the door as it becomes a wall,
& it doesn't matter what you say to me,
Leave me alone for the break & shatter, & I don't want your apology.
~
In that falling moment, I find the precipice...

Because in that moment,
                              I don't exist.



By: Ashton Conor Amstutz
Suicide, PTSD
Do I have a tongue,
Can I speak too?
In this strange world,
Am I a human too?

Do I have a heart,
Can I live too?
In this strange land,
Am I alive too?

In the midst of Oblivion,
I search my visions,
I once used to dream,
As a young teenager,
In Sea of Paro s
I try to remember,
The faces of people
I had once lived with
Father, mother, brother
Of all those people
I had once called family.

I came here as girl,
I am shared in the family,
I born plenty children,
I am sold and re-sold
In and around
To any men who
Can afford to buy,
I am kept but
Seldom married,
Each street have
it's own paro,
They all have
But the same story.

After some years
I cease to exist,
For the people
Who bought me
I am an old cattle
Who no longer
give them pleasure,
I am now a burden
A liability soon
To be shedded..

They don't throw
me though,
They leave me alone
In a small room,
I have become a mother
Of a girl or two
I have new family
But no identity
fits me ever,
When I come here
I became a Paro,
When my times up
I die a Paro!!

Paro is short for
Pardesi, a foreigner,
I am the girl
Bought for men
From another land
Into there land,
To born son's
For there motherland.

This is ordeal of
A soul that once lived,
Now it's just a body
With no role,
No fiction this
It's a real story
A reality of some
Distant land !!

That land for you
Is so very strange
Where eight young man
**** a pregnant goat!
And the strangest
thing is they
go away and
Roam scot free..!!

Soon the elders in the village
Will have a big meet,
They will give compensation
To the owner of the goat,
And free from the sin
There precious young boys
The martyred goat
Will also have new name,
And so it will soon
Be christened to
A new species of
"Paro"-
a first of it's kind
A Welcome from
an animal world!!

And so I ask again
Do I really exist?
What form of life
Do I have here?
In this strange land
Are they human too??
Does even a little atleast
A thing called
Humanity exist???

Sparkle in Wisdom.
1/8/2018.
https://www.theguardian.com/global-development/2018/mar/07/india-girls-women-trafficked-brides-******-domestic-slavery

Wrote this poem after reading this article.
pk tunuri Mar 2018
I wonder how we all have Known Strangers
We don't accept when people insist
But frankly, they do exist
I wonder how we all have Known Strangers

They once stood at your side
Now, They lie and hide
Even though they confide and cried
I wonder how we all have Known Strangers

All the thoughts of how'd they betray
All the happiness they took away
All the pain we suffer every day
All the crying they gonna repay
I wonder how we all have Known Strangers

Our pride may want them dead
But then a lot of things will be left unsaid.
I wonder how we all have Known Strangers
unloved Sep 2018
sometimes i wish i was never born
sometimes i have to fullfill those          meaningless places with clothes,
makeup and my smile.
sometimes i want to mute my voice so that no one can listen to what im saying
they dont understand me anyways.
  
     i want to mean something in this world
                      mean something to someone

But no one is looking for the good.
they all want to look only when i’m failing.

• am i interesting only when
i end up    
                  dead?
i was just laying in my bed when all these thoughts came to mind. its like someone put their thought to my mind
Isaac Sep 2018
Existing inside a universe
that Jesus made just for us.
Written 3 September 2018

John 1
Hadiy Syakir Mar 20
There are lives
that died and gone to waste,
but there are also lives
that are well-lived yet already gone to waste.
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