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Damaré M Oct 2013
Only Sometimes
•Sometimes I whine 
When after all 
I'm just drunk on alcohol
And In reality I didn't get to lick her 
I didn't get to kiss her 
I thought adding apple pucker 
To my gin 
Will pretend to be her lips 
But it was only a sip 
•Sometimes I whine 
When it's time to unwind 
And I spritz perfume in the air
And through the midst of it all I realized
That the scent didn't come from off of her skin 

Sometimes I pout 
When I remember the way in which she denounced 
Leaving me to be without 
I don't know how to withhold 
When I'm alone 

So sometimes my mouth tremble 
When I have to settle 
I don't want to, but 
I'm trying to get better 

And sometimes I'm a grouch 
Excuse some of the things that blurt out of my mouth 
It's hard being compatible to the last resort 

Sometimes I beg 
"Please come back to put a end to my dread" 
I don't care if when I leave she feels mislead

Sometimes I'm sad
And to cover it up I brag 
Manipulating my hads to haves anyone who know the whole truth 
know that I'm a lie and a half 

Not all the time I have a way to cope 
Sometimes I can't try
Sometimes I just cry
Jessica Jul 2013
Whispering hope and fate
I cried for help
Trapped in a maze of world
As the dark upon me
Begin to rise

Searching for a love
All have fade and dissapeard
With no left exept me
None of these people were a friends
I'm alone in this difficult world

That moment when you're come
Whispering comforting words
Cover my hands with a gentle warmth

I watch for a breaking of day
When the sun rises in beautiful light
Between the mountain I see
A hope for me
For my future and destiny

But it won't last for long
Now it's the time
When you have to go

Tears from my eyes
Falling as I watch the sunsets
But I know I have to wait
Till' the raises of the sun

I don' care anymore
Nothing can stop me this time
I grab yout hads and run
To excape down in to the sea

I know I'll drown
I know you'll be too
Once I doing this
I can' go back anymore

God, I know
We can't be separate
Even by the death
It's the time for us to leave
Even now we're not exist
Our soul will stay together
Forever
I write this, for the broken hearted one, I hope you like it ♥♡♥
Sjr1000 Feb 2014
Standing at the edge of mortality
is my work really done?
Looking over at the black abyss
what is one to think?
Time to find god
root for heaven
root for reincarnation
call for your mother
bring a flashlight
the black sack and that's a fact.

Standing at the edge of mortality
my hand over my brow
block the sun?
Too dark for that
Try to see better?
Too late for that.
The precipice stands waiting
and all those who once lived
forever gone
took that plunge.

Standing at the edge of mortality
waiting for the momentary mirror
reflecting backwards in time
highlight reels
lowlife deals
ecstatic moments
unwound in regrets
achievements
done and gone.

Standing at the edge
my children come to me
wondering what breath will be the last
too late for all regrets
all those
if only I hads
there is a tear for that
that's for sure.
If it could all be undone
to do again
what would one do?
These are the thoughts and feelings too
one finds
when standing at the edge of mortality.

But still here
another chance for us my dear
more work to do
on this side of
the edge of mortality.
Bean Feb 2015
Alone on a train track who wouldn't drink,
to loosing memories we waste to think,
and spooning your soul into someone's face.
To learning Latin, and winning a race, to all those lost pauses and almost hads,
long ago crushes and wired creepy Dads.
To that screaming rage I had as a youth,
to getting lost and loosing you first tooth.
To all the landmarks that label our life,
to the ups and the downs, and my Aunt's wife.
Let me toast to all that lies in the sun, let me drink and whine until I am done,
let me make a spectacle of my fear,
as I call out for anyone to hear.
Rocco Siravo Oct 2019
Oh how mighty
Our sandcastles once were
But now in their place
Only lay lost tomorrows
And never-to-be-hads
Natalie Jul 2015
Her mind was in Hawaii,
Dancing under waterfalls,
Wandering through rainforests,
Picking tropical flowers and
Braiding them into her hair,
Simmering on sandy beaches,
And gazing at the stars.

Her heart was in Normandy,
Eating crepes and sipping lattes,
Strolling through spring green fields
And along lazy river banks,
Kissing the walls of castles,
And scooping up scallop shells,
Soaking up French syllables.

Her hands were in her pockets,
High-fiving friends and
Running through her lover's hair,
Sewing, cooking, washing,
Punching, tearing, scratching,
Caressing and confessing,
Catching the very first drops of rain.

Her feet were on the streets of Seattle,
Tapping to the rhythm of the bass,
Shuffling in and out of the rain,
Dodging puddles and strangers,
Observing art and sculptures,
Chasing down a taxi or her dog,
and embracing the crisp autumn air.

Her lips were on the edge of a soda can,
Singing along to her favorite songs,
Whispering sweet nothings into the air,
Empowering the impoverished
And scorning the injustice,
Kissing a forehead, lips, and hads,
And stonecold silent as her mind does the work.

Her eyes were fighting back frosty tears,
Swallowing scarlet sunsets,
Painted in yesterday's make up,
Tracing your stoic silhouette,
Rolling like thunder before the storm,
Lapping up dizzying moonlight,
And buried in words, and words, and words.

Her body was in Los Angeles,
But, she was on a metanoia,
Breaking free of past and future
To find herself a presence
That would always be worth fighting for,
To reach sophrosyne, namaste,
And to put her frantic body to peace.
Sid likes POEM Aug 2013
Love Hurts

we both skipped school
just to be together not as for fun but for love
we ran, we smiled ,we held hads and kissed but I could see the
sadness within her which she kept as a secret
but I never gave up for our love
I kept our time happy and fun.

The day after another
as we enjoy our time together,
we hold hands and kiss at the end, but
I see that she wants to tell me something but she
leaves with a tear she hides and not dears to tell
as if it might hurt me.

Then the sad days come,
she wont skip school with me any more
but I find out she is absent every few days with a boy
named Luke, she hardly speaks to me like I'm invisible  
and when I lead her home she say no word and barges
through me without a kiss or even a goodbye.

The next day,
I walk and I walk  thinking and thinking
was it me that upset her was it I
who hurt her feelings and........
there I see what's wrong she standing there in the hall holding
hands with the boy named Luke, was I dreaming,
did she spend the absent days with that young foul
I'm breathing hard, thinking to much, sweating with pain then
I stopped breathing by the pain of my heart
I fell to my dramatic death...

BY SID

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