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Caitlin Cromley Oct 2014
"Wht r u doin’?"

Thinking of ways

to connect her freckles

to his.

Letting his emotions

slip on the clothes of

grown-up ideas, loose-fitting

and tripping him stumbling.

Comparing her eyes

to frozen blue sky.

Feeling sleepily

sundered in two.

Wanting her to wear his eyes

for once.

Wishing he could tell her

the truth.

The usual.

"Procrastinatin’, u?"
Paul Hardwick Dec 2012
JuMP made NO     sound
As he FELL on to   CONCERETE.
TheSanguinary Oct 2019
I had hope that the sun will shine
I had hope that the dawn will come
I thought i had a chance
brighter days will come they say
I had faith that it was my time
But some how i lost it all in an instant

I never wanted to hurt
"If i had thought my wrds through "
My mind tells me
But once spilt, you cant recollect it
Cant take back wat i said
But it wasnt out of spite
I guess i get to exprience another dusk be4 a dawn

Im tired of being in the dark
Waitn for dawn so i can see wats in my head and wats real.
For my nightmares walk free in the dark
And my head filled with fantasies
I want it to come .....
My mind is falling apart
My heart losing heat
I feel cold
I just cant wait for dawn

Constantly seeking a place to hide
Trying to cover up my mistakes with more mistakes
I keep coming back to my past
Both in mind and matter
A pitch black maze
I'm failing to navigate
Doing this and doing that
A pain that pills and potions can't solve
A hole that alcohol and drugs can't fill
I need a new light
I need dawn.....
I wanna wake up tomorrow
And live a new day
Have u ever wanted something or someone so bad..... but you just cant reach
the black rose Aug 2019
it’s hard to make things make sense
and i try not to vent
when i see pens and papers;
my friends,
my saviors.
-
i see nothing else,
i see only what’s sense-less
and
i saw nothing since this
journey to nowhere began.
this race that im running has ran
out of time and energy.
no pride so
no enemy,
no threat to my entity...
-
what exists isn’t critical.
one may seem too
individual.
when i look up at my visual
i see hope
and i see stars.
i see broken,
i see scars.
-
may your heart heal,
may you act as you feel
while being genuine
what’s real
will reveal.
Honeydrops Oct 2014
long to be with her ‎
She wants someone else
Her actions is different frm her wrds
Wen she's with me 
I find my haven in her
Re this all I wanted
Or dey're mirage
Wen she's with him
She becomes cold towards me
Get scared of calling cos her tone is scolding
She quickly wants to get  off d phone
Soft talk in pace 
Can I kip up in dis race
Crying becomes a routine
Can't find my rhythm 
Tot she's drifting away 
Didn't realise she's far gone
She came to say goodbye 
Nw I see d bye bye
Guess she's my rabbi
Cos I can see d byline
She made her hair going to see him
Me she didn't even flinch
Asked our normal question
Are u ok/cool‎
Her response shocked me
Why the question
Do I expect her not to be ok
Cold feet I had
Tank God I didn't get struck by a truck
Told her I had issues 
She didn't bother askin wat d issue was
I asked her to come on Friday 
She said it was too early
Today she went to see him early‎
Am I a fool
Or i'm being taken as a full fool
Well she's with her love
Why shouldn't she be hapi
I guess dat's wat she meant
Do I mean anytin to her anymore
Or i'm a tool being taken along‎
She once told me
Dat I shouldn't repeat d same mistake 
In my next relationship 
Oh my should've read the hand written on the wall
Is dis d voice of Jacob and d hand of esau
Forgetting her I can't
She wants me to move on
Move on to wat
Guess to my masters
After 4yrs tot it was worth the wait
Guess i'll neva. Be loved d way I want
Who knows may be i'm paying for the sins of my ancestors
They worshipped ifa 
Guess dey made some innocent peeps cried
And dose peeps are hunting me nw
‎Yet she said if I truly love her 
I wouldn't cry any
I found a place to cry in apapa
Was asked if anyone died
I said YES my love's feeling for me is
Dey all laughed
And said even in t,ears I still hav my sense of humour
Didn't want to try out loving again
Aina made me too
Do I regret
NO she's been awesome all d way
Even wen she leaves
Or has she has left
She'll hav her place unoccupied as long as I live
She wants She'll hav her place unoccupied as long as I live
She wants to stick around till I make it
As wat I ask
She has suffered with me 
She deserves to enjoy too
She said I should be ready for d worst
Guess she has made up her mind She'll hav her place unoccupied as long as I live
She wants to stick around till I make it
As wat I ask
She has suffered with me 
She deserves to enjoy too
She said I should be ready for d worst
Guess she has made up her mind long before now
Well i'm prepared for just one tin
Which is notin
All my readiness is to love her always
Whether she leaves or stay
If she leaves she can always come back
I long for no one else
Until she tells me to live without her
Even @ dat‎
I won't give up‎
This is not the end
It's just d beginning. ‎
shge al my words#;
she reads all
moynfucjkking words....
wrds....
O
Every mans a poet,
for from their heart
flows, words that to;
lover, wife,child
brother or friend,
Words that sounds
like they are;
from god's lips ,
that  change the
greyest day to blue,
that inspires greatness.

These words
may be
mangled metaphors,
dodgy rhymes,
half remembered quotes
mixed with hard won wisdom
Or simple wrds spoken  
with excellent timing
that gives hope
to those
within earshot.

There are those
who excel at the artform
and write poem
after it poem,  
publish books
and become revered
as poets
and
there are those
who put the poetry
they write to  music
and become songwriters

But we mus also consider
That there ate those
who write
the beauty they hear
in their heads
on scraps and snippets
of paper
which they then  
hidden away
in a drawer
forgotten
and found
after
the writer's
demise
And there are those
who write in
the secret rooms
inside thiet head
on imaginary blackboards
that will never
be seen or heard.

And of course
there are those
who find a clan
of like minded people online
and write with the hope
of encouragement  
and gentle criticism.

We are all poets,  
no matter
if there is
one line of words
strung together
that makes
your soul
or the soul
of your loved one
sing

Or if your
output rivals that
of the greatest  
acknowledged
writers,
with commendations
and prizes galore..
Both are poets to me..

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