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Brandon Amberger May 2018
We gaze at sunsets.
Fascinated by their beauty,
but we know they fade.
MicMag Jul 2018
I've witnessed a beauty
I can't describe
That speaks to my soul
As it swims through my eyes
The silent sounds
Sneak into my mind
The taste lingers on
Leaving sweetness behind
The scent creeps up
To slowly remind
Of the touch that once felt
Makes all else fade
Til only your beauty
Pure beauty remains

There's nothing else
Your beauty remains
Old found poem.
Zane McHarris Mar 2016
When we met, your body was in bloom,
Roses of purple black and blue,
Planted without care. Strewn about
the bed, your flesh now painted.

Frozen blue buds pushing
through snow, brushed onto skin.
The petals soft and smooth, spread
Across your body, like a vine.

Blossoms of summer, with shades of winter,
Their roots went deep, coiling and constricting.
They became your arteries and veins,
Your nerves and bones.

I cannot pull these flowers,
Without destroying part of you.
Only time and careful tending,
Will wither the roots.

Only when the flowers fade, if you
will let me, I will plant my seeds.
Osiria Melody Apr 14
Not too long ago,
You were there in
front of me

You were smiling
You told me not
to worry

But, why?
Why do I
still worry?

You're gone
Memories
fade faster
than the new
ones I've made

Please, I don't
want to be the
next one that's
going to fade



Melody
4/14/19
A little lost in my mind, I take deep breaths to ease the tension.
Blissful Nobody Oct 2017
Consistently inconsistent,
Sometimes still and at times turbulent.
In ruins, is this cosmic connection,
All this drama- a mere fiction.
All that is, is and is my making,
A higher truth , I thought I was seeking.

An epiphany, and I transcended,
Into a realization, that it ended.
Long-long ago, its time eclipsed,
Dreaming away, real time, I’d missed.

Like the highs and lows of an ocean,
You’ve always been, an unrest emotion.
Determined, is the way to be,
This Drama - no-more, can I see.

Through the tyranny of my mind,
I have been trying to escape,blind.
I see you now, for what you’ve been,
An absent figure - washed clean .

So fade away, my love,
Fade away, into an abyss.
Fragments that are left of you,
Take them all , old and new.
Carter Ginter Dec 2013
Sometimes I think too much,
Often I think of such
Awful things
With terrible rings:
I just want to talk to you.
But I know that I shouldn't,
And I know that you wouldn't.
Its pathetic how it all is,
But I guess it's not my business
That you don't give a **** about me
Yet I don't blame you,
Here's my apologies.
For not being enough of a friend
To let this just be the end,
You keep stepping out of my life
Then right back into it;
Sorry I grew attached to our strife
Hell, I know you don't give a ****,
And that hurts the most.
But the easy part is,
You don't even know.
I liked this girl and we were on and off close friends and now we're not and I don't see her ever so we probably won't be friends again which hurts because I miss having someone to talk to, and I don't open up to many people ever so the friendship was kind of important to me. But I guess that's life and I'll get over it eventually.
thejohnags Jul 2018
never been so unsure,
all i need is a little more time.
no, i'm not walking out that door.
no, i don't know.

i'm a sinner with no trace,
when did the rush fade away?
when did i think you were a mistake?
no, i'm your mistake.

i'm yet to see your eyes,
will its spark outshine my pride?
you're yet to prove your lies,
wait, no, i'm the lie.

my mind keeps on changing
i've some trouble breathing
it's not a beautiful feeling,
when you're guilt keeps on knocking.

what do i do with you?
what do i do with me?
i have never intended to hurt somebody.

i am a gun, i don't run out of ammo.
you're a good target, i just can't let you go.
what i'm about to do, i'm afraid it would hurt you.
so before i shoot, just hide.

don't take a breath.
don't fight.

please know i'm thinking of your heart,
but i gotta think of mine too.
em Mar 2016
My eyelids seem
to be the strongest part of me.
When the rest of my body
falls
into the ocean
of blankets they
float open upon the white water
atop
the waves of sleep.
This is when you come back.
In this mattress I am a piece
of clay and I can still feel the deep indentations of where your fingers
wrapped themselves like Ivy around my hips.
Hips, that stuck out like white flags of surrender and
fell to the ground in a straight line.
I can still hear
you.
I am a broken record,
and your whispers are the only track that plays at this hour.
“You are fat”
“Look at how flat you are Emma, no boy will ever look at you.”
“You are ****.”
These are the nights when I can
feel the spiderwebs your words wrapped around my ribs and
listen to the way my heart beats constricted
in its cage, your hand still clenched around it.
Can’t you see me bleeding?
Safety lies
beneath my eyelids but you pull them open
I can feel
your icy touch behind my eyes as I stare
coldly at the ceiling.
you demand to be heard.
Did you mean to put your words
in my pocket when you reached in to steal the sleep that was nestled there like crumpled dollar bills?
Do you realize that you stayed with me?
Can you take your stolen midnight hours back and place them on your pillowcase?
Will your eyelids close?
Or can you still hear my cries of protest as your soundtrack plays into the night?
I don't understand?
Did you think it wouldn't hurt me?
Or did you want to live forever,so you put your
fingerprints where you knew they wouldn't fade.
This is almost the completed version of a poem I am submitting to a contest. Please please please leave feedback and suggestions. I really want this to go somewhere. I believe it is a message that people need to hear.
Simple life is what we all want.
Understanding each other a little better---
People are messed up---
Each day something new happens in this world,
Real life is unbelievable sometimes.

Finding the good in people is hard
And each
Day it doesn't get
Easier!
We all need to show love and kindness. We're all human, it doesn't who we love, what our opinions are, or what we believe, we are all human at the end of the day!
Title by Fall Out Boy
McNally, 2019
Hollow Steve May 2018
Do I sense them flying all around?
Just a possible outcome
of neurons criss crossing
into paranoia.

How do I transmit these frequencies?
If not I, then why you?
Each proportional stance,
attempting to make an advancement.

Sounds more like daydreaming,
but you hear me in your head,
Right?
Poke. Poke. Poke it goes.

Invisibility makes its stance.
The body can wither,
but thought
Now
Are outside and
Non physical

Forgive me..
I lost my train of thought.
Shofi Ahmed Jul 2018
The woman makes a house the home
and fills the man's horizontal spread with dreams.

Four walls can’t hold a woman inside
she is veiled but not tied!

The arch in her back hits the mark
virtually dwarfs the pyramid dwarfs the sunup.
The light at the end of the tunnel here is love.

Her inner mystery is her paintbrush.
The colour on her canvas
is a far cry from the rainbow.

It doesn’t fade nor falls on the floor
keeping it up the time lingers on.
Every star from far and near
can feel at home here with a mirror!
Pepper Dove Feb 2018
Through crowds of chaos
the room becomes still
as you pull me through
to your world
not having to be near
your eyes
like portals
guiding me to serenity
taking in what you breath
inconceivably
deceiving me
like clay, you play
by ripping me apart
from the start I knew
you had me
it's in your art
of shape shifting
to please my senses,
bits and pieces
there is
not enough glue
to keep us whole so
we fall
we fall apart
nothing can keep us there
we try
but change like clouds
until
we fade away.
Added on to a previous poem I shared a while ago, and now is part of a new song :)
Pagan Paul Sep 2018
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I wish I could fade,
lay back,
close my eyes,

and fade...

through the continuum,
to a desolate place,
where peace reigns majesty,
and birds sing me awake,
as dawn paints the starry sky,
over a silver mountain lake,
clear as a mirror.

Stone monoliths rise to peak,
feet on moss and grass
make electric natural connection,
the smell of fresh air
and the scents of the flowers,
isolation tastes like honey,
sweet as a dream.

I wish I could fade,
lay back,
close my eyes,

and fade


never to return.




© Pagan Paul (01/09/18)
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Its just a poem !
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Anam Asif Oct 2017
Problems? They'll end ,
Trust me , they will.
You don't need to give up ,
Or run around for help .
Remember you're not hapless ,
Kenned to be called as misfortune.
You're kind of an eerie,
'You' , nowhere in the history .
Call yourself a bravado ,
So will their ***** fade .
Dash off 'em sham problems ,
Chasing your immortal dreams.
ponder Jul 2018
I fear, that one day
You won't be there anymore,
That none of you will be there,
Probably going off to do something
Valuable in your life,
Or that you got sick and tired of us.

I fear,  that I won't be able,
To handle the feeling of,
Letting you go, after the journey
Of having to know you,  and
The memories that shared.

I fear,  that one day,  I might forget you
That I might get over you,  without
Knowing, that memories fade in time.
Then we start to fade.

I fear, that I might love you too much,
That I don't want to let you go,
Even when the time comes, for you
To let me go.

- ponder
Haven't posted for a while. Here some things that kept me thinking
Shofi Ahmed Jun 2017
Looking at the
         satellite picture
                    it looks clear.
                       The earth is a blue
                                  drop of water!

                                    Did the sun paint
                 the shades of this blue dew
            dot years.
       Still, the ****** shines
   in same old
unfading colour!
Kira Sep 2018
She looks in the mirror and sees a mistake, a broken girl with no direction, a girl who does not deserve love or happiness, no way to cover the ugliness.
She hates her personality, she hates her face, she hates all the things that she cannot change. She wishes that everything she saw in the mirror would simply fade away.

I looked at her with only admiration for the beauty I saw in her soul. She was perfect in my eyes. She was everything I could never be. I loved her with everything that I am, but I was nothing compared to the truth in the mirror.
If only we could see ourselves through others eyes.
Anecandu Nov 2018
I will love you with all my might.
With all my remaining light .
To be your beacon bright.
The warmth on winter nights.
The core of me ......radiates with your energy.
Whle I fade to white.
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