Brandi R Lowry Mar 2015
Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.
For Ty & Des ❤️
Kim Mar 2015
I come here and see sad smiles mostly,
I see poets and sad, knowing smiles of poetry...
Dark clouds roll over, rain fall's down. Lighting strikes perfectly and hits the ground, clouds clear up rain settles down.sun comes out and wipes away the frowns.
The clouds will clear up eventually XD.
anonymous Oct 2014
The bath water
is the colour of my eyes;
yet, I don't know
which is wetter.
A Jan 2015
My heart
Is a happy drunk
A little too open
A little too optimistic
It's over in the corner of the bar
Playing poker
Screaming at the top of it's lungs
I'M ALL IN
When it's never
To this day
Had a winning hand

My heart
Is a sad drunk
A little too lonely
A little too caught up in tears
It's over at the counter
Forcing the bartender to take its keys
Because it would rather not go home
Than go home alone again

My heart
Is a reckless drunk
A little too unbalanced
A little too impaired
It's over by the door
Making everyone nervous
A little too good at scaring people away
A little too far gone

Like you
A little too far gone
Turn your head
Shuffle away and pretend you don't notice
The breakdown of a heart
Too drunk on feelings
To know when to stop
Lauren May 2014
If I could I would plant sunflower seeds
on every inch of my body
so I know that
one day
I would become
beautiful
Styles Sep 2016
Feeling your hands
on my skin
is when living my life
started to begin
so it was a struggle
but you let me in
i wanted to breathe your air
and you became my wind
Em Dec 2014
Anxiety
is a breath never released
suffocation of the lungs
and the whole of your mind
Anxiety
is a clock
that never stops ticking
with the constant click, from past to present
Time never ends
and oh darling
nor does anxiety.
olivia grace Nov 2012
we were just small children so we didn’t quite understand what father meant when he said

“mother is sad”

we continued our games and make believe stories and waited for mother to be happy

and when we were young, sad just meant someone stepped on your picture

or they ruined your sand castle


and in 2 seconds it was over

the deeper I fall into my depression I find my mother
I find her ghouls and her ghosts
her corpses

I find her dark eyes in my dark eyes every time I look in the mirror
and I find her hatred for everything, including me

I find new ways to torture myself
my mother

“you have your mothers eyes”


we also have the same disease

the only difference is, her demons won
mine don’t stand a chance
Toni Sep 2014
Maybe its just me,
but I hardly ever see poems about happiness

Is it because the bad times outweigh the good?
or do they outshine them?
Waleed Khalidi Apr 2014
I know of a land
where none but I have been
Not a land between seas
but a land of within
The familiar becomes fear
A home becomes a stage
The room whispers empty
I yell back in rage
The walls have me captive
Outside is but lore
For the clouds upon the ceiling
send floods through my door
A plea sent through the waves
for mere grace to stay afloat
But the sound heard in the gap
are the thoughts inside my throat
Like running from a bee
when you become aim of its sting
The past will pierce you again
with the daggers that it brings
The moon sings the stars' ode
My soul beside me it lays
for no one else would
I bid goodnight from the grave
Reigner Jupia Feb 2016
Nagsimula ang lahat sa mga tingin na abot kaluluwa
Nung ako'y ligaw at kusang hinahanap ka ng aking mga mata
Sa bawat lihim na sulyap ay isang 'mahal kita' na hindi mo nakuha
Di pa rin tanggap ang nakaguhit na linya

Nakakatawang isipin,
Na walang kaalam alam na sya ang pinaka importante sa buhay ko
Ang inosente sa ngalan ng pag ibig,
Na sya'y salarin sa pagbihag ng puso ko

Sa bawat kainan na ating napuntahan
Hindi ako nagsawa na ang istorya mo'y pakinggan
Sa mga sinehan na ating pinanuoran
Na mas gusto kong ikaw ang aking titigan

Ikaw ang bituin sa gabi na lagi kong pinagmamasdan,
Ang aking hiling sa bawat tingin sa langit,
Panaginip na sa pag dilat ko sana'y totoo
At ang buong sistema ng mga tula ko

Pero hindi ako naniniwala na hanggang dito nalang
Umaasa pa na sana'y pwedeng humakbang
Nasa likod ko ang pader at wala nakong iaatras pa
Dahil ako'y tao lang at ang pag abante ang natitira kong galaw

Gusto kong humakbang,
kung anong meron tayo
Gusto kong higitan,
ang mga nagawa ko para sayo
Sana ako yung taong pinagbigyan mong magpapasaya sayo

Binigay ko ang lahat na akala ko'y sapat
Ngunit hinarangan mo ang daan para maging tunay ang lahat
Konting lapit ay luwas ng mabilis
Bulong sa hangin ang damdaming nais iparating

Ilang luha ang iniyak mo na hindi kailanman mang gagaling sa akin
At sa mga ngiti na sana'y ako ang sanhi..

Hindi mo na pansin na ako'y nasaktan
Na habang buhay mag hihintay sa bakuran
At umaasa na sana pwede pang humakbang..
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