Tufayl Myburgh Oct 2017
I once read a poem.

I remember exactly what it felt like,

reading her words

becoming so lucidly aware of what she felt.

Honestly, I appreciated her more and more after reading it, purely because she’d opened a door that I’d spent years trying to find the key for.

I thought I’d return the favour by writing a poem for her.

Maybe I’d say hi first. I would like to ask how her day was and if she’s okay.

I’d then ask her if she knew how powerful her fingertips were because she effortlessly created such powerful images with her words.

After that I think I’ll tell her that she’s strong,

beautiful

and smart.

The most important thing I think I’d like to tell her is that she needs to let go of this idea of wanting to be so good looking,

because, quite frankly, being pretty is not the rent you pay for living on this earth,

and perfection is nothing more than a symphony of imperfections,

so maybe she’s actually perfect and it just takes a poem for her to realize it,

just like her poem made me realize.

And to think I say all of this just because,

I once read a poem.
I hated watching her look down upon herself and seeing her wish she was something more. This is for my friend who I care about deeply.

I wish you all the best, my quirky, quirky friend.
Barker 4d
Nightmares
That's what the memory’s become
...
I wake up to the stars
Pain shoots up every limb.
My vision clears up and I realize that they aren't stars,
They are shards of glass.
I look down at my hand.
It's covered in blood.
I can hear my heart beating to the sound of sirens.
I clutch my chest.
I hear shouting but it's distant.
My vision goes in and out of focus.
I realize I'm dying.
...
Then I wake up.
Sweat drips down my shaking body.
That's the only memory I have left of you.
Everything else is locked away in my mind,
Suppressed by medication.
(c)ibarker
Freddie Ruiz May 23
I don’t need magic.
I don’t need a life that’s way too fantastic.
What I need is your arms around me
at 3:47 in the morning
when the room is so dark you can’t see a thing,
when I wake up and realize I’m so lonely.
I need you to be there when no one else is.
I need you to be real when nothing else is.

One day, I’ll wake up at 3:47 in the morning,
unable to sleep
and I will look next to me,
and there you’ll be
sleeping peacefully beside me,
letting me know my world is no longer lonely.
Written on November 3, 2016
Composition number: 569
m May 31
I clench my jaw when I pray,
and I don't stop until it aches.
Only then is it that I realize
nothing pure slips through these teeth.
Popping Prozac at communion,
swallow down the savior with the blood of
---Christ, I bit down too hard again.

We know many sacraments here.
Each breath is a ritual.
Breathe in.
Hold it.
Breathe out.
Now count your sins
until you run out of stars,
and search for salvation on the edge
of each blade.
And hope to whatever god
that eternal life is just a myth;
it sounds worse than any hell
your preachers warned me about.
She Writes Jun 29
Someday you will miss me
And when you do you’ll realize
You only have yourself to blame
For pushing me away
I hope that blame
Causes you as much pain
As you caused me
When you left me behind
Goodbye Friend
nish 3d
through thick and thin
that’s what we said
but now i look across the bed
the empty space, so big and clear
it’s all that i could ever fear

close friends at best
never more
but now it’s gone
forgotten lore

why did we
entwine our limbs
embrace in passion
on such a whim

i regret that night
our thoughts astray
clouded by the playful day

now you barely look at me
and when you do I see the guilt
it’s ok
i feel it too
but if you’d just talk to me
i’d help you realize, you’re still free

please don’t regret my body’s touch
or how you sought the sheets to clutch
but most important
don’t forget
what we had before the end
a loving friendship, down to the core
never thought I’d see the door
i’m locked outside
you have the key
through thick and thin?
guess that was just me.
© M.H

ya girl was in her feels today :/
Faith Jul 7
I rip myself apart,
Piece by piece.
I place bits of my heart,
Into your hands.

I tear my soul,
Little by little,
And gift a morsel:
But when will I realize,
You never really asked for me,
Or my vulnerability?

Remaining transfixed.
You step on my soul,
Dirty it,
Bury it,
Beneath soil,
Without a second glance.
No mercy,
Or pity,
In your eyes.
Simply and only,
A slight surprise.

Never asking for my care,
And never aware,
Of all I invested,
All that manifested,
Beneath my shell,
Deep within my heart.
So why would you mind,
Tearing it apart?
Jayme 3d
Pacing back and fourth
Hands are sweaty
Feeling unsteady
Mind's not ready
What aren't I ready for?
Feeling things?
Not having to fake a smile?
Being genuinely happy?
No, I'm ready for all of those things,
Been ready and waiting for a while.
It's something more,
Something bigger.
And so as I sit here,
pacing back and forth in my mind
I realize what I'm not ready for
I'm not ready to live
All this time I haven't been living
Sure, I've been surviving
Sure, I've been existing
But never truly living,
I am not ready to live.
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