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Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 4:41 AM UTC
2018
Does it necessarily called sad even when there's no tears?
Does it necessarily called scar even when there's no mark?
Does it necessarily called pain, even when it doesn't show?
Heart.
Break.
Heartbreak.
I am used to hearing this word on a daily basis.
Maybe a little too often, but my point here is, everyone knows someone 'utters' that they are in a heartbreak once in a while.
So, what is heartbreak to you?
"When someone can't keep their promises while they have the chance to." —Alessandra A.
"Uncertainty." —Samuel Wijaya
"Friends who leave." —Vivian Loo
"Being a disappointment." —Ryon Regasa
"When the butterflies are no longer there." —Calvina Izumi
"Seeing him smile, but I'm not the reason." —Anonymous
"When someone you love, has another name in his/her heart." —Evadne Richard
"When an effort to love can't be seen anymore because it is sealed shut by a mistake." —David Halim
"When you finally meet someone you love sincerely and somehow they start distancing themselves, and you don't even talk to them anymore and you don't even know why."—Natasha
These are some opinions from my friends that probably represent some/most of your thoughts about a heartbreak, at least describe what comes first to your mind after hearing that word.
And those opinions also described mine, and mostly represent some of the heartbreak(s) that had occured in my life.
Now,
concluding all the opinions above
How would I myself define what heartbreak is?
I would define it as an invisible yet irresistible pain.
Headache is a type of pain.
And heartbreak is also a type of pain.
But we all know that both of them are completely different.
When you're having a headache, you know exactly where it hurts.
But when you're having a heartbreak, it just hurts.
You don't know exactly where the pain came from,
even when some referred to their chest ('cause it's where their heart is) or anywhere else, it's actually just the side effect of having a heartbreak itself.
Just enough explanation to state that heartbreak is like a nowhere and everywhere type of pain.
You can't see and you can't know where it hurts, but it's real. As if it was invisible as it is uncertain.
Just because you can't really point out where it hurts, doesn't mean it's not there.
And another thing about heartbreak is, you can't resist it. No matter how hard you try.
There is no painkiller for your heartbreak, and even if you use something as a pain killer (such as alcohol?), it doesn't necessarily works as one.
It doesn't make the pain go away, it just distracts you from what you're feeling, temporarily.
It shifts your attention and feelings into something less noteworthy for a moment, and then the next day the pain is still going to be there.
You can try to resist it, but only time that can make all of that fades.
And even when it fades, it doesn't go away.
It never will.
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 9:11 AM UTC
My life is a spiral of debt and despair
The pressure upon me is too much to bear
So I sit in my bedsit surrounded by bills
In one hand a bottle, the other, some pills
And I think to myself, has it really come to "this"?
I cant live with the shame of the things that occured
It was not meant to happen, I give you my word
Now I stand on the cliff and look down at the sea
And it feels like the only way out for me
And I think to myself, how did it ever come to "this"?
I once had a job and life was so sweet
Then it all went wrong and now I live on the street
I've fallen so far that I beg with a cup
My life is worth nothing, nothing to give up
And I think to myself, how can I carry on like "this"?
Think not of the why or the hows or the pain
There are people to help you start over again
There are friends out there that you've yet to meet
Who's purpose in life to give you new feet
To stand on your own and start over again
just so that you know "this" is not how it ends
Aug 5, 2010
Aug 5, 2010 at 5:11 PM UTC
That familiar sound of a helicopter approaching
out of nowhere its search light focused.
Down onto a desolute and lonely moorland
quickly joined by a second one.
But what is the true intention of their task
as a figure looks up wearing a mask.
No ordinary being sitting there in isolation
as soldiers approach with guns.
Nearby a circular craft of unknown origin
lays damaged amongst the grass.
Away from the view of a watching public
the covert operation is slick.
Taken alive the alien is roughly removed
put into a third chopper nearby.
Two other bodies are bagged and tagged
the sight is cleared of any evidence.
Reports of an object seen falling denied
once again the military have lied.
How many incidents have really occured
the public know nothing about?
The real truth of an extra terrestial existence
rather than endless misinformation.
Was Roswell fact or fiction what is area fifty one
when will the real truth be done?
The Foureyed Poet. The Foureyed Poet
Feb 25, 2011
Feb 25, 2011 at 3:46 PM UTC
*Golden Light Was Poured Into My Eye,
As It Enveloped My Shaking Fingers.
It Wrapped Around My Hoarse Voice,
As Though It Were An Elegant Scarf,
Keeping Me From The Cold.
The Light Found Itself Inside Of Me,
Sweeping Away The Dust Of Despair;
Ridding Me Of The Shadows Lurking
Behind My Heart.
Beams Poured Into My Mind,
Slicing Through The Grime And Grit
Of The Moments Which Chose To
So Selfishly Define Me.
Colors Emerged From My Parted Lips,
The Hues Which Have Been Treasured
Memories Of Autumn And Evenings.
A Metamorphosis Had Occured.
I Materialized From A Gray Husk
With Brilliant, Shimmering Wings.
I Am Radiant.
I Am Jubilant.
I Am Reborn.*
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
By: Jack Wilder (Ramon Carlos T. Castillo)
Tell him I said "hi",
I think it was a lie,
When I told myself,
I wouldn't fall for him.
Tell him I asked "why?",
We couldn't see what we could've become,
How it would've been all perfect,
But I forgot these were all just what ifs and would haves.
Tell him I wanted to go back,
Visit the past when were still just good friends,
I could've settled for just that,
But selfishness occured.
Tell him I asked "is it wrong?",
For me to fall in love with him?
That it was considered sin,
For me to look after someone with no conditions given?
Tell him this is goodbye,
I think it's best we part ways,
I'm done with being jealous and not being able to do anything,
That it breaks my heart to see him with someone.
But one last thing,
Ask him if I could just love him from afar,
Because seeing his smiles,
Heals the wounds he gave my heart.
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
Finishings can be
The hardest part
In these final steps
All the craftsmanship
Has already occured
The finishings are
Mere inevitabilities
You must
Come to terms
With the idea that
Perfection is a
Necessary goal
Precisely because
It is unattainable
You must reconcile
Yourself to failure
It's not perfect
You have to make
Your peace with that
How?
Well..
You lay out
Your tools
And you
start again
Jul 25, 2022
Jul 25, 2022 at 5:53 PM UTC
I really hate love poems
I promise to never write one
When I see one I don't read it
because I hate the word "love."
and I hate its non-definition
and I hate how it makes people feel
when it fools them
and I hate how I don't know what it is at all
and I hate how it's never fooled me
and it never occured to me
that I possibly want to feel fooled
on a day that isn't the first of April
and I hate that I think that I might want to be fooled
by something as shallow as love
but how can I be fooled by something that doesn't exist?
because I know that "love" doesn't have a definition
and if it isn't defined then how is it real?
it must be a phantom in the air
and it really isn't fair
that you have to be superstitious
to be fooled
it's too bad that I
believe in ghosts.
Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 7:08 PM UTC
Here I am again
Alone At the library
Human existence can be strange indeed
I think I will go for a long hike this afternoon
I just need to record something interesting to listen to
I definitely know about solitude
And it helps me to know myself
The Shemitah is the seventh year
In the seven year agricultural calendar of Israel
The current Shemitah ends September 24, 2015
Since 1973 every US financial collapse
Combined with subsequent recession
Has occured during Shemitah 100% of the time
This includes 2001 and 2008
Perhaps another collapse in September of this year
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 4:34 PM UTC
My head hurts
I'm seeing double and
I don't want to know
it occured even once
So turn off the lights
Draw the curtains
Blackout the mirrors
Sweep it under the carpet
Cover my ears
Shhhh, don't make a sound
Maybe, just maybe
it will fade away.....
Jun 24, 2021
Jun 24, 2021 at 5:44 PM UTC
A Beast of a man in appearance and soul,
A silhouette of her memories chilling him cold,
Sitting alone with his thoughts hating time,
Screaming inside trying to shatter his mind,
Immune to pain from his love of Roses,
The beautiful thorns struck vivd poses,
His love was a curse, She laid it herself,
A disease, a sickness, It shattered his health,
It occured at first sight of this beauty, This Belle,
Time had been spent she was treating him well,
His eyes wet with tears, His cold heart growing warm,
Foreshadowing revealed the oncoming storm,
She had to go away with a promise of return,
He gave her a ring and his voice had been stern,
He brushed her cheek gently and said very clear
"Remember my love, Im always right here"
After being home and revisitng her life,
She decided to stay, an unsuspected knife,
With the last of his soul he picked a final rose,
In the dark of his castle where the sun never rose,
Be it magic or hope the rose never dies,
Never to be witnessed by another Belles eyes,
He locked it away, Hidden without fail,
You say youve heard this? An old Fairytale?
I guess it is close. Similar at least,
Look closely my friend.. I am the Beast.
Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 3:01 PM UTC
My love to you was like heavy summer rain
after all that dryness
You smiled and nothing else mattered
you laughed and I cried inside
I looked at you and felt sadness
I didn't even know I loved you
it occured to me
long time after I lost you
I wonder what were you thinking about
when you looked me
and I wonder if your actions
that made me fall in love with you
were on purpose
Because this kind of love is much more
than people assume
I love you but you're gone
I think about you
and you think about him
I would do anything to be near you again
I'd be your friend
I'd be your shadow
and I would secretly make you happy
because this is how I love you
and that is all
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 1:20 PM UTC
I stood there shocked
As if my world stopped
My feelings were blocked
My legs gave up, I dropped
I couldn't believe what occured
I thought it was all a horrendous dream
I knew it was true, it all just was blurred
As I tried to wipe that unwanted memory clean
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
They
They all deserve to die
To suffer as much as a brother who died
As much as a mother who was burned alive
As much as the nations they turned to ash
They
But they who?
The children of ancestors who's long been gone
Innocents beheaded for the crimes of the old
Lives sacrificed to vengece a crime occured decades ago
They
They who?
A question that people hardly try to look up an answer to
For it's answer too has been lost
In the graves of those who commited the wrongs
Yet
"they" remain
Yet the pain remains
So does anger, so does vengence
As bright as a burning flame
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 4:41 PM UTC
It occured to me that our senses aren't in sync.
I know now that I don't share the same sights as you, we hear what we want to hear, and
our sensitivity meter is subject to the matter.
Arguments are a dime a dozen, just pick a time and place, rsvp is fairly predictable.
I want you and you say the same.
Apologies aren't necessary if you tell me with your heart.
I traded a few hours in a hotel room and nights in the arms of a stranger, just to fill
that void of that love I convinced myself I'll never deserve, the love I have now.
Despite what people may say, I've never felt deserving or worthy enough for another human beings undivided love and attention but I still fight for it.
Making as many friends as possible in any setting I find myself in, striving for attention and acceptance is always one of my main priorities.
My life as always seemed like a never ending masquerade ball, I always hide behind my
mask. Which is how I like it most days. Keeping my secrets to myself, concealing my past, flaws, scars and thoughts that I can never seem to put into words. Exposing them could result in rejection and abandonment, the polar opposite of what I wish to obtain.
I just can't help but feeling so filthy, unwanted, lost, confused, indecisive but most importantly in love.
Baths in acid couldn't wipe away my scars, even after the skin stretched over my bones has melted away, finding my exposed heart there beneath my ribcage beating just for you.
I'm ready to show my face.
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 2:01 PM UTC
I've never found a love like yours
Here's what your love is worth
You share a love that's far past good
A hint of Heaven on earth!
I'm filled so full of emotions now
Just heard your voice again
Each time I hear that precious sound
I feel my heart give in!
You love me unconditionally
Through all mistakes I've made
You pray My Lord would help me when
It seems I'd lost my way!
You stood by me though hard it's been
A pillar in life's sand
Each time I stumbled down again
You lent a helping hand!
With love like yours I'll never know
The feeling of alone
Whenever I was feeling down
Such comfort you have shown!
So as I write these words right now
I'm fumbling for the words
To show you everything you are
Yet one things just occured-
You're more than good, far more than great
You're sent from God above
To show me each and everyday
A touch of Heavenly Love!
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 10:23 PM UTC
”Let there be Light,“
He said.
”Let there be Night,“
Unrecorded,
And never said.
Yet without the night,
Occured it would have not
The birth of light.
Yes young knight,
The night eventuated the light!
So it is in our life,
The night is never averred,
The night is never asked,
But remember young knight,
The crusade of life,
Is like a cosmic void,
Without the night,
The light is never in sight.
Make your light bright,
And carry on,
Carry on with your fight with the night!
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 4:15 AM UTC
It was March 5th when we first met. I never imagined you as someone who I will miss because I never thought you would go away. Today is February 13 and I'm missing you more than ever.
Can we have those long talks about our height difference back? Can we regain the jokes we told each other at 3:45 in the morning? But most importantly, can I have you back?
It never occured to me how much I'm missing you until the mark of the second year of your disappearance is approaching. I never told anyone but I'm still hoping your name pops up in my phone. I'm still aching to see you alive again. You're still the name that I put as my passcode.
I just want you to come back again.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
minutes before the bell was to ring,
i sat down in the seat that i sat in every other morning.
the one that was partially by the window and near you at the same time,
and the way the light reflected of your skin and into my eyes set the mood and made my day better just like that.
but, as the bell rang you were not to be found and so i sat and wondered where you were and when you'd come back.
and moments after those thoughts occured,
i remembered that you'll never mentally come back, because you called us quits.
(a.b)
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC
I ran away and started a new journey
Caught myself in a peculiar story.
Been to different places and found myself startled
Obscured, grotesque, melancholic, and bleakly mottled.
Meeting different people, but never got the chance to stay
Mind fickle and heart let astray.
But then, I understand now how it feels
Of these surrounding silent hills.
All those stirred up feelings gave me nostalgia
But aren't you in spasmodic sequence of amnesia?
Alas, reality throws me up in all that regression;
It teared up my obsession.
Then there goes a series of flashbacks;
It occured to you all of the setbacks.
And oh, I remember a certain old man,
Told me a something about a plan.
With conviction, he said, "Maktub, it is written;
Those who can see and listen,
One's fate has been predestined
To those who is good and sinned."
"Young one, it is about time for you,
Know all that is true
And seek to discern for your true happiness.
"Well, I say "That's intense!"
Then as I pondered on this old man's wisdom,
**** that old geezer is just random.
But what he said did make sense,
If BMW is better than Mercedes-Benz.
Though it may seem easy for him to say it,
My mind went into a frog's "ribbit!"
How vague is it to listen to such hearsay;
The horses neigh and the hearsayers, nay.
Life is giving me much more farce
Though the sarcasm is all so scarce.
Oh, I give up cause it's better to be at home
With my friend Gary the gnome.
Now I know it's better to return
Than travel further the world that is too stern.
It's all but you I see is missing
In a picturesque abode with me, kissing.
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 6:57 AM UTC
It occurred too
As most things don't to me
That these lapses
Lapses?
What were we on
Obelisk over 40
Or is it over and then under.
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I've left the list behind on the plane and not
I'm not sure I can collect my thoughts that way anymore
At least not for today
Why? I left those thoughts on a plane and it has already set its tail aloft for soft breezes
The air the air, soft as Fred Astaire
And Ginger Rogers, is the night
She wraps her hand into his
8 steps forward and a shuffle ball-change right.
But it is something else isn't it
Her bird like hips in a double tiered dress dripping with Swarovski and trimmed with ostrich as she descends the glass stairs from heaven onto a dimly lit ballroom
A slight curl of the hair and the sharpness of her nose the counterbalance to the wave of her *** in that beautiful ******* dress
Oh and Fred? You keep up. You do.
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC
November 6
this day
Brought me a feeling inside
Of deep depression seeping in
How I witnessed too much
How she cried over the ring
Of her parents broken marriage
Tears forming in her eyes
tilting her head up so they wouldnt fall
To reveal the pain she felt
But it radiated towards me
And how saftey pins and beads
Ment so much to her
An unknown meaning
But I felt her emotions gravitating
Towards me
How the boy
With rebellion tattooed in his mind
Had a quiet face
That showed how angry he was inside
But his smile was something
Rare and special that I had barley seen
how the girls
Could claim
To be my friends
But swiftly leave
And isolate me
Without a care
loneliness was something
That occured each day
more often
The the day before
How I have to see
you
The being I once deeply cared about
That I gave my all for
With someone else
How that boy
Stared at that girl
In a way I envied
No, not with lust
But with a love
Searching for every
Perfect thing in her
Observing
All day
is a habit
Which I hate
I discover
Things That
I should
Not know
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 4:07 PM UTC
I looked you straight in the eyes
All you did was tell me lies
I just want all your love
praying to our God above
I told you exactly how I feel
All you said is "it's not real"
You make me feel pulled around
being pulled down on the ground
self-hate is what has occured
I wish my life could be blurred
The uncurable love disease
I don't think i can feel ease
I grab you shirt, to smell all night
then, everything seems alright
I wish I could see you now
but I feel like I should throw in the towel
Then you said something to change my mind
oh, those words were actually kind
You said I mean so much to you
but really, there's nothing we can do
250 miles away
WOW! That's so gay
We may talk really slow
but I promise, I won't let go.
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 1:19 PM UTC
The events that transpired
occured as written.
Our mouths and neurons fired,
seeding flowering unmention.
Fuel and fire brought attention
to a subtle, growing tension.
The events that transpired
occured as written.
A predictable reaction
to words written
caused the changes, gaining traction
among smitten.
An explosive interaction
between palpable attractions--
predictable reactions,
just as written.
Burned it to the ground,
as it was written.
The lost was found
and lost again, in stark and wry omission.
Quiet was the mission
born of wavering disposition.
It burned into the ground
as it was written.
Back to where we started,
all reversibly departed.
The events that transpired
occured as written.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC