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kirklefrance Feb 2013
A soul cast into societys drama
no comfort zone
no word from my mama
to lose a friend is darkness never ending
todays end nights beggining
to life's expirience this smile im lending
the only one i've got
now sorrow never ending
never to the point life's roads forever bending
countless broken hearts love never mending
to you friend this message im sending
in a dead zone notes forever pending
so sorrows my friend now lonliness never ending
me and sorrow friends forever
the worlds end our tomorrow
holding hands upon lifes sands sinking fast
looking up at the stary sky
its night so vast
on sorrows shoulders my burdens are cast
no matter our past
sorrow and I a friendship that'll last
Let me confess that we two must be twain,
Although our undivided loves are one;
So shall those blots that do with me remain,
Without thy help, by me be borne alone.
In our two loves there is but one respect,
Though in our lives a separable spite,
Which, though it alter not love’s sole effect,
Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love’s delight.
I may not evermore acknowledge thee,
Lest my bewailèd guilt should do thee shame,
Nor thou with public kindness honour me
Unless thou take that honour from thy name.
    But do not so; I love thee in such sort
    As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
Simon Aug 2020
Simply wanting (as their very fate is meant to become that of a very HIGHLY sophisticated "veterinarian")! Who's sole purpose is cut into a very simple, but complex...double sided coin. Issuing a non-collapsing development that regulates (very steadily) for how a foundation is essentially formed. A foundation that ignites it's own simulation for "two sides of the same coin"! One that "shows-off" everything in it's entirety. To be that of a situation (where nothing of course ever seems too go right)... Except within one's own mindset (too agree upon). Which is governed by this very ample "opportunist" simulation! The double sided coin isn't measured by it's interests upon the measures it takes too invoke such an option. As it pays both width and length over a long period of time... Until you've come too the most "settlement" rule...imaginable! How do you balance one thing within another that are two completely separable things made too be within the same establishment? You get your most very fortunate master! A master who is (more than "fortunate") when pleading to their very own instrumenting way of looking at things. (Not too mention the "eternal" world around them!) A more than plentiful and abstract point of view for displaying what it is, that they truly wanted too begin with (first and foremost). The veterinarian part had become valid, thou. Constructed too a halt! The idea where dogs, guinea pigs, birds and other household critters (of ALL types)! Could correctly "intermingle" into one justice system! A justice system that is within both the control and guidance of the such very fortunate master that neither screams or cries over a very "dissociation" state that could completely corrupt their animals into not intermingling...correctly! But they do not submit politely! They rise onward with ferocity in their very hearts! They face the world..."head-on"! And doesn't fully expect something else in return.... Well, except their number one fan (who isn't important right now)... While doing what they essentially do best! (Which is bringing in the last side of that very coin. ) Too essentially create the very foundation that would tame (not only the establishments that have yet too occur correctly)... But most importantly the very simulation that was ignited (as if by the mere blessing of a silly little "spark") that ignited the "flame of progress", itself! Especially the ferocity in the very fortunate masters very heart. Guppies, tetras, loaches, cory catfish, nerite snails. Not to mention the most favorable upon the very fortunate masters collection... The "bettas"! Which is a little too much for the other smaller "fishy critters" too handle all at one...single time. So their very fortunate master keeps track of their own internal time clock...wisely. (ONLY...until it's actually time!) In order to find a better housing habitat for it's MOST prized possession! All the while the birds (on the other side of that coin) disrupt their very fortunate masters mere concentration while playing with their very essential jewelry they always wore! (Breaking it in the slow-paced slog that is..."animal daycare"!) While the dogs themselves love laying on their very fortunate masters body (thinking it's the softest device too use as a mere bed)! Especially when the guinea pigs (of that lot) slither in and out of (ANY and ALL) of their very fortunate masters clothing (you NAME it)! Pockets and hoodies! Not ever settling down (as their supposed to essentially be doing) until the very command coming straight from their very fortunate masters "tone of charge"! ALL the animals very fortunate master sometimes isn't always aware of what they "solely" want...(at first). Thou, slowly but surely they come too FULL terms with it. (Making a decision that is of the worthy complex circumstance...of what they essentially want too do with their very lives!) Especially with the (GREATER than most) help from a (once complete stranger who had...up too this point in time)... Had now become their most trusting ally in the fight too secure the line of both (who they are, and what they essentially want to become). Which is both too run a "fish rescue"! And to (sooner rather than later).... Is too also run a..."vet clinic"! PS... Also to have A LOT of dogs and EXTRA fish because of that very interest (when also feeding their "slightly but sad"...ego)!
This is (once again) another poem about a very "special" friend of mine... Kyle! Who is wanting to reveal a little (more than of it's very certainty) full of specifics about themselves. Gratifying that very pleasure over the (possible) consequence of their very will to make good choices...upon their very classified decision-making!
Elinor Jun 2018
the silence in my head is stifled
by the deafening tick of the clock.
in the past month of my life,
I've had to grow up too fast.
the trigger of the starting gun was pulled,
and I was shoved onto the racetrack.
it's like trying to keep grip on honey,
running through my fingers,
coating them in sickly gold.

first, I learnt that love and lies
have a more faithful relationship
than we ever did.
they stroll around a paradise island,
away from the world and the truths,
hand in hand.
they drink the untouched juice of coconuts
and feed from the flesh of mangoes.
I hope that one day,
they become separable and learn to thrive on their own.
for now, I observe love and lies
in awe and jealousy
and let them wild.
they have my blessing.

the second thing that I have learnt
is to believe in ghosts.
for, there was a ghost beside me
confined in the four walls of my room.
a crumpled, lifeless body,
her hand limp in mine,
her head too heavy for her shoulders.
she tells me between tears and short, rasped breaths,
that life isn't for her.
I watched her leave my house,
and step into the air, floating away.
she's a balloon,
desperate to join the clouds in the sky,
but I hold the string,
keeping her at arms reach for just a little while longer.

Third, I learnt that friendship is a flower that grows in the dark.
it's beautiful too, and strong,
with a thick sturdy stem holding delicate petals.
the most beautiful flowers have the sharpest thorns
and I've been pricked too many times.
it's watered by the salts of our tears
and feeds from our raw laughter.
within me is a greenhouse of wilted flowers.

lastly, I learnt love is everywhere.
in the air that we breathe,
in the hollow cry of a guitar,
in the incandescence of a flame.
in the juice of coconuts and the flesh of mangoes,
in the eyes of a ghost,
in the roots of a flower.
in the shove to push me onto the racetrack.
love is a constant even when time is fleeting.
the deafening tick of the clock is what reminds us to be alive.
it's been a long month.
Sabila Siddiqui Jul 2019
Don’t leave me for him. Don’t abandon our years of friendship for the man you just met. Don’t let him blind you to the extent I am invisible and deafen you to the degree my secrets no longer reach your ear.
But I guess my plead is too soft and late to be heard. Because now I am here clinging on to my heart and tasting the salty tears that roll down my cheeks. I am here reminiscing all the memories we made the time only the two of us spent together. My heart aches with every message you ignore and every outing you ditch me for him. You are fading, our friendship is withering and my loneliness is just deepening. You are my everything but it seems I am no longer yours anymore. You’re my first, but it seems I am no longer yours. For your secrets never find a way to my ear and time in my life.

- I never knew the inseparable could be separable
Rivers Kay May 2015
Yeah, these look random...
but theses dates mean a lot
not one month or year or  week but a certain day of any month any week or any year...
11--- She was the first
7----She was the main
5---He is the on
12---This one is me
i have combined these numbers very carefully
11&7 see they don't get along so  well... so at least they can stand one another in this  way...
7&5 weeeeellllll they have some problems... it's a  long story i won't put you through...
5&12 well that's me and my love, we aren't so separable...Yes we have issues and we get a little angry or jealous but in the end it all works stupendously for us both... I love each and every one of theses people and i will never let them go...  
Angel, Brooke, and Jailon if you happen to see this i love you and hope we are all together forever and a day.
Star BG Apr 2017
Dear Self Divine,

I praise you for your journey
for the bends and turns it takes.
For the emotions rode when rains come
and the highs below rainbow skies.

Do carry on with love
as it is your souls nature.
Drink the wines of harmonious energies
for peace is a birthright.

Dance inside the tides of change
and stay connected to heart
to merge with winds.

Eternal we are,
inside source and the universe.

Dear Higher self.

We rock as we are a team
un-separable.

Yes, Life is a gift
and it is grand.

StarBG © 2017
Ata May 2018
Competent to absorb in another soul
Yearning to become indistinguishable from it
Non separable from a love nap
here I dream
galaxy of myths Jan 2018
He didn't know how to love her.
He was clueless, didn't know better.
He held her when she wanted to fly.
He asked her "what" but not "why".
He looked at her when she wanted to be invisible.
He was a joke but she felt miserable.
He rose up but she wanted to lie down.
He gasped for air but she prefers to drown.
He pressed flowers but she is meant to bloom.
He dreams of a house but she wants just a room.
He wants to learn but she isn't a teacher.
He just couldn't love her.
He didn't want to be separable
but they're just incompatible.

-m.b
Kalarav May 2019
Unlike birds of a feather,
the feathers of a bird are separable.
Sometimes, even replaceable.
However, every shed feather,
wherever it lands,
reminds the beholder
of the same Bird.
we may not realise it, but we all have in us a part of each person we grew up with, each person that was/ is a part of our life.
We both told each other everything except for the one time of how we died.
Remember back when we dived into an ocean of lies that strung us together very tight.
The high tides of the Atlantic were fantastic everytime we ran away from detention.
In order for us to get fresh air we had to hold each other mid air hoping the parachute does not fail.
How I wish we faked our deaths so we could escape to the Capes where our Mothers hoped we would elope.
We are in-separable as the Atlantic and Indian oceans everytime we swallow it to keep our bodies adrift from the dessert we deserted a long time ago.
Wow, how I miss you everyday even though I did not get the chance to meet you my dearly departed Sister.
c Sep 2019
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We were always a speck of dust in the collective breathing of the universe that permeated into celestial bodies. Two dancing cosmic eggs birthed from the paroxysm of the dying stars and suspended in the vortex of nothingness along with the rogues. Somewhere along the plethora of this unnamed greatness we delve in, I know that someone like you, in all the multifaceted universes, can make someone like me stop and stare at the oblivious things – as if it weren't there just waiting for me to notice.

We were always two laughing faces in the heat of bodies packed together—separable. Two heavenly bodies whose stories to tell were only unbosomed by synodic conjunction or an eclipse. We are the whispers of our own past with windups somewhere underneath the sulky skies, but every night together is the epoch of the two lovers dancing within us — heartily swaying with the music of temerarious fancies between a scared lad and a lonely maiden.

We were always just like this.
Too close, yet too far.
Faizel Farzee Feb 2021
It was a day in November, that sad journey a walk to remember
Through tear stained eyes, worst day of my life if I measured
You were priceless, flowing river of a lost kings treasure
Immeasurable, you made me want to be better
In this world of pain , you are my only pleasure
Through storms we weathered, separable never

Your deceit, left me feverish, running a fever
Withdrawal from your love left my heart with a seizure
Broken a bleeder, bleeding for your love I crave every instant

My attempt to put up resistance futile as you I could never resist
Even though we distant I still crave your essence
I know you not here but I still feel your presence
In Perfect memories we still together under pretense

Our love that's now severed
Bleeds from the seams death where it's headed
Our red thread of fate beheaded
Our love lust dejected like it was your initial endeavor

Whatever!

The black scar on my heart, how you will always be remembered
played with my heart, I hope my saddened tears you savored
Wolf in sheep clothing, you were never my shepherd

I break free from terror
I will no longer be tethered

I will love you forever
Cydney Something Nov 2020
At least you listened.
At least you cared.
At the
Very least,
You didn't lie to me
Again.

So, you aren't him.
So what?
I'm supposed to
Save myself, aren't I?
It could never be
Your fault,
My misery.

Mm, but how
Good of friends
Your warm arms
And my cold
Waist
Could be,
Separable
Only by necessity.

If only!
If only!
If only!
I could ever
Have been worth
The trouble...

— The End —