Rose Dec 2014

i'm afraid of losing you forever
so i stay quiet, shut my mouth
get on with things
but maybe it'd be better
if the words were said,
questions asked,
feelings felt and dealt with
so that, even if i lose you
at least i'll know i tried.
i'm afraid of losing you forever
but night will turn to day
frost will melt away
and i'll learn to stop loving you
and i'll learn how to see
my own reflection in the glass
instead of your fingerprints
smudged across the
surface.
i'll learn to bask in sunlight
and read books by ponds
and watch the sun sink
behind pink clouds
and i'll do it all alone,
and i'll be okay with that.
i'm afraid of losing you forever
but even more so,
i'm afraid of losing myself
to a love that maybe
isn't worth fighting for.
i'm afraid of losing me forever.

© Rose 2014
my heart aches but i will be okay. sometimes in life, you have to let go of people in order to grow.
Sarah Spang Sep 2015

Bring to me infinity
From where it dwells in lore
Or return with empty, wounded hands
And speak of it no more.
For if we are eternity
As one, when brought together
Why then do our faulty lips
Find pause upon "forever?"

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Isha Kumar Oct 2014

I met her once
a little, blind girl
who had let me
inside her wonderful world.

Yes, she couldn't see,
the girl with eyes bright.
Yet, she loved her world
like she never lost her sight.

She heard the music
of the breeze that blew.
The love for her world,
it only grew.

She acquainted me with
that music she heard,
from the buzz of the bees
to the chirping of the birds.

Yes, she couldn't see
the wonders of life.
Yet, she smiled
without a sign of strife.

She had beautiful eyes
filled with wonder.
I stood speechless and thought
how could God make such a blunder?

She danced and sang
with a graceful twirl.
How she loved her life
the little, blind girl.

She smiled and laughed,
her face filled with joy.
With wonder in her eyes,
she was serene, yet coy.

She felt her world
beneath her tiny fingers
and on me left a mark
that would forever linger.

Yes, she couldn't see
the life that she felt.
Yet, she never showed
the sorrow that she dealt.

Her world was dark.
Yet,  she saw
the Earth's true form
pure and raw.

Yes, she let me in.
But I couldn't overstay.
So, I excused myself politely
and quietly walked away.

I had met her once
a little girl who couldn't see.
Yes, she was a child
but the happiest there could ever be

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Will you love me when I'm 80
When I walk and talk real slow?
Will you love my wrinkles
If I let them show?
Will you hold me every night
And kiss me in the morning light?
And when I see my last sunrise
Will you hold me when I die?

Nanna Harrow Jun 2014

Dancing,
Thrashing,
Cascading

Down the barren stone tower,
Through the craggy, coarse cliffs
Refining, polishing the necessary features
And streaming for the duration of my adventure,
One might wonder: Why?

Why! Oh what a question—
To purify what will soon be soiled in a moment’s time,
And yet, unremittingly,
Over, ad nauseam, again.

I cannot die.
No agony or desolation can destroy me.
Amaranthine, ceaseless, everlasting!
I hold steadfast, staunch, unrelenting.

I am a waterfall.
Nought can destroy me.
I am forever...

A Thomas Hawkins Sep 2010

Nothing lasts forever or so it seems

In time the sun will burn itself out and cease to bring life as we know it.
Even the very ground upon which we stand is slowly dying.

Why then do we expect so much of the fragile notion that is love?

Why do we hope beyond hope, beyond the wildest possibilities of hope that one day, maybe, just one day, that perfect person will stumble into our lives and want to stay. Forever.

Is it because we refuse to not believe in forever?

Or is it because we are only interested in our own forever? But that makes no sense, why not just say for the rest of our lives?

Because the rest of our lives isn't long enough.

Because the rest of our lives is a mere drop in the ocean of time that we wish to swim in with each other.

But forever is, well, forever.

Forever is beyond death, beyond time, beyond limits of any kind.

Because only in forever can we give enough of ourselves to do justice to what love really should be.

Because love really should last forever, even if nothing else does.

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Eudora Oct 2015

I know...
I am not one of the pages of your book
or the words in your poem
But...
I will tirelessly watch over you from every nook.

I know I am your never
but you will forever be my always...

I know...
I am not the potrait you are painting
or the inspiration behind your masterpieces
But...
in my heart , it is your name I am engraving.

I know I am your never
but you will forever be my always...

I know...
I am not the reason for your smiles
or the tickles of your laughter
But...
for you, I would walk a thousand miles.

I know I am your never
but you will forever be my always...

I know...
I am not your shining star
or the light in your life
But...
till forever is through, I'll admire you from afar.

I know I am your never
but you will forever be my always...

I know...
I am not the one your heart beats for
or the one you desire
But...
my hearts says as long as it brings you happiness,
it wants nothing more.

I know I am your never
but you will forever be my always...

"Every feeling unreturned has its own rainbow."
Let your heart lead the way...

A kiss...a hug
A life…a love
Time Spent
Friends left
Diamonds may be big.
Diamonds may be small
Diamonds can forget
The time the love
It all
Some things may last
Some things go by fast
Diamonds arent forever
So enjoy them while it lasts

Curious Owl Jun 2015

We were perfect running schemes,
A joyful river, a flowing stream
But we never saw this sunset coming,
A surreal yet perfectly painful ending

the light Sep 2014

so the end has come and that's cool
we both know it doesn't stop here
this is still the beginning

I took you to my spot in the moonlight where we shared a meaningful conversation
we bonded what was broken like wood glue on those planks we broke
you still have a wall to take down
I still have a ditch to fill up

deeply–
a word used to describe a profound depth
used by us to describe love
but you aren't as deep in me as I am in you.

I look back at my past when I was in this deep and I wasn't
I danced over the rest but it pains me to dance over you
we're on level 5
we've felt level 7
your lips look like an angels
and you sing like one too

we've shared the end almost 10 times now
and it doesn't hurt anymore
but we both know there are more to come

do you believe me when I say we'll be in love forever?
problems of a lorn love that lives
problems of unfinished business that progress
problems of the bird who leaves the nest but who texts his mom daily
you're still here, but you're gone
the love still grows, though you disapprove

I know you're still here
I know you want to go
but yet you stay
and I'm doing all that I can to let you go
but you keep coming back.
is it lust?
is it love?
is it because you're right next door?
if you wanted to leave you would
and you see your problem too.
you say it's me, but what am I doing?
being myself daily,  unintentionally pulling you in
you do the same to me

if your heart wanted to be somewhere else,
it would.
maybe it wants me, but it's occupied
but what do I know about your heart?
I'm just a silly growing boy,
you love a man.

forgive me
Pedro Simon Mar 2015

You're like a peacock.
Not because you look like a bird.
But because you're mysteriously beautiful.
I could stare at you forever,
And it'll still be the best thing to do.

In Florida sometimes it rains so hard
that you believe that it can't possibly stop,
that it will just rain and rain forever.

Sometimes I'd wake to a storm late at night,
and I'd sit out on the porch.

You could smell the lightning, and the coolness of the storm would
make your hair stand;
I'd feel so alive.

Some nights I'd go out, and my father
would be sitting on the porch already.
Lost in the storm
or maybe
called to it.
We wouldn't talk,
but we'd be lost together
in the rain and thunder.

Sometimes I wonder what of him
is left in me.
I am not sure
if I am more afraid of there being
very little
or of there being a great deal,
but when it rains
I think about him on that porch;

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