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A Jun 28
I remember the nights when all I thought about was you,
Minutes ticking away until dawn starts breaking through,
Everyone told me to let my mind rest,
But I never could and did what I do best,
Pick apart your responses just to kid myself,
Damaging my own heart, damaging my own health.  

When you reflect you wish you could have seen,
You blame yourself, how ****** could I have been?
But the thing is, guys like him they keep you blind,
They string you along, they play with your mind,
In the game that they play, you have no free choice,
I could speak when I liked but I spoke with his voice.
oh, rose addicted lips,
cruel and beautiful,
whisper your gentle lies
and ponder;
what do you despise more,
the ache or the release?
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King Panda Feb 2016
I know the flowers better everyday
their twisting stems
their curtain petals
their floating spice

I know the flowers better everyday
their capillary roots
their plum faces
their purple stamens

I know the flowers better everyday
their shaking seeds
their modest thorns
their unabashed **** for the sun

I know the flowers better everyday
I know the sun will rise
I know the clouds will rain
I know my daughter will laugh

I know the flowers better everyday
I’ll draw a fence for flowers
I’ll draw a muzzle for the sheep
I’ll draw a number for the man to crunch

I know the flowers better everyday
I know how lovely it is to feel
grass in between toes
the breath of a boa
the embrace of home

I know the flowers better everyday
I am forty
I am a mother
I love fearlessly
Inspired by *The Little Prince*
I sit alone in the dark
Will you turn on the light
Will you burn oh so bright
So I learn to feel right?

Overcome by the fright
Now my chest's feeling tight
I scream into the night
What is wrong and what's right?

From the shadow's, a glow
Hear a voice I don't know
My own fairytale show?
Nope, it's just an echo (echo) (echo)
Written: October 11, 2018

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SøułSurvivør Jul 2015
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the raw
wounded words in
Braille awaiting
a tender, gentle touch

waiting for
a voice

the silent ones
stare upward at the sun
their eyes streaming tears

notes that resonate
they fall into uncaring soil
silver seeds screaming
with none to listen

do they not listen to us?
the fortunate with full
rich operatic tenors

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i have heard them

the two words as eloquent
as a simple "i love you"

those two words?

HELP ME.
I read sometimes and tears
come to my eyes.  There are many
who want SO much to let the pain
out, but don't know how

If someone reads this and
needs help, you can contact me
via the site message system

Thanks

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D Awanis Oct 2016
Minutes and hours flew by
yet none of us hang up the phone

Conversations and silence filled in
but none of us decide to sleep

Some nights I can't recall
whether or not it's real

Sometimes I wish it didn't
—most of the time I wish it did
T Jul 19
I try to forget and just walk away
But I am left wondering if she is ok
When I am at the gym or in work
I am talking to people when all of a sudden I stare into space
All this pain and loneliness I must face
I start a conversation and then I hear her voice
Suddenly I stop and stare at my phone
I want to call because I feel so alone
Her voice is all I hear
I sit and wonder ......and wonder if she is near
How could it be her voice is so clear
It is my head but how can it be
She is miles away can't you see
I can't believe her voice is in my head
Should I not be holding her instead
The only way they (the voices) will get out of my head
If I let go.......
But how do I  let go of the love of my life
Why did I I do it cause all of this strife
At night as I lay alone in my bed
I watch our programs we used to watch...... and all of a sudden I hear her wise *****....
That is her for she had the knack
I don't want to but I must try forget her and move on
Stand up on my feet and accept that she's gone.
#her beautiful voice is in my head
jane taylor May 2016
transported back into those walls
running down the basement hall
i locked the door so i could hide
and reaching for a 45
with practically no voice at all
i sang along and prayed
to drown you out

does the soul regenerate?
what part of me did you take?
your verbal threats would make me gasp
no one could hear when I called out
record player winding ‘round
i tried to yell
but couldn’t shout

yet something you did cultivate
a plan you helped to propagate
for each and every time i ran
like a builder in a gym
i’d sing a song and sing again
strengthening the chords within
empowering my voice

©2016janetaylor
Erin Suurkoivu Oct 2016
Be a voice; not an echo*

somebody had written on the wall.

People are in love with echoes,

reverberating off walls of canyons,

in love with the sound

sounding off.

Nothing for me, they decide.

Nothing for the girl, lifting her hand

to caress the branches of trees

hanging overhead.

They want the familiar sounds

of girls

sounding off.
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