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SNM Jan 2015
Sometimes you have to accept
That people will change
And promises will be broken
But the sun will still rise
And the birds will still sing
Life will go on
And you will be alright
*Eventually
Sorry doesn't fix everything. Sometimes moving on is the best option
Poems by Dayana Dec 2014
If I could apologize I would,
I guess I did it all wrong ,
and thats where i'm wrong I know
It wasn't just you is was us.
we were bad together
experiencing the same thing ,
I know things happened unexpectedly
and they happened bad
it was just all bad
there was nothing good
not the way I treated you
not the way you treated me
I want to apologize
because it wasn't all you
it was us.
it was me.
I'm sorry .
we were so bad. together.
Rafael Melendez Nov 2014
Another sad soul to be opened up to the world, to add.
Only to be torn apart by that which is reality, and then pieced back together by a lovely pair of eyes time and time again.
How confounding are the eyes of someone who has truly seen you.
How accepting yours are.
elias Oct 2014
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LEARN TO ACCEPT GOOD AND BAD PEOPLE IN YOUR LIFE
Michael Amery Sep 2014
Goodbye hurts more if you fight it. Healing in acceptance.
Ruben M Aug 2014
Almost like playing a movie from the middle
And trying to understand it as it plays.
It is quite impossible to understand some scenes
From the play unless you watch it from the beginning.

Sadly you can't rewind life
And you must stick to
What your conclusions have gotten to.

You may guess, but never be
Sure of how that person
Has gotten where it stands.

So until that person elucidates its timeline,
Or you simply comprehend them as they are.



As humans we are persistent to
What we want or need.
It may be material,
Or a simply contentment inside us.

You perceive someone's gloom in their senses,
But not the denotation.
This may come to another term named "love."
And understanding is the main key to show affection.

Just as logic is the key to be a genius.
Ady Aug 2014
I am to see to it that I never find you,
dear my stranger.
Because if what Steven Chbosky said was
indeed true,
"We accept the love we think we deserve."
Then, I sure do not believe I deserve you.
Just playing around with Walt Whitman's "To a stranger" and being inspired by the quote from "The perks of being a wallflower".
Rhiannon Grace Jul 2014
i fake my way through everyday
with a numbness inside
my demons are hunting me down
i'm running out of places to hide

they know how to break me down
they know how to make me cry
they know i'm on my knees
i know that i can't hide

with everyday that passes by
a little piece of me gets broken down
soon there'll be nothing left of me
i'll fall without a sound

i've been holding on for too long
it's time to sever my ties
on that last lonely day
rain fell from ashen coloured skies

-----

no need to fake a smile
no numbness left inside
my demons stopped chasing me
i no longer needed to hide

i couldn't be broken down
i couldn't be made to cry
i got up off my knees
i stopped trying to hide

with each day that passed by
i stopped breaking down
there was nothing left of me
i fell without a sound

i stopped holding on so tight
and i severed my ties
on that last lonely day
i said my final goodbyes.
philosober Jun 2014
Flesh, flesh, flesh, there’s too much everywhere!
No, I can't be seen like this
There’s too much flesh here
And here as well
I can’t weigh this much at fifteen!
Flesh on my thighs, flesh on my arms
I’ll never fit on the cover of a magazine!
flesh, flesh, FLESH!
I better use a razor, use a knife, use broken glass
Maybe the flesh will leak out, maybe I’ll be flatter
FLESH FLESH FLESH EVERYWHERE
How am I gonna be liked by the boys in class????
No no momma, don’t lie to me, I just know it matters
Flesh FLESH FLESH
ON MY STOMACH
THE ROLLS WHEN I SIT DOWN AND PLUMMET
Do you see it shake when I laugh too much?
No no no I can’t laugh too much
I can’t be happy now, do you see
I heard cigarettes make you skinny and poetic, momma
now don't you lie to me, momma, I'm going outside
I'll go have a smoke, with my FLESH on my sides
THE FLESH FLESH FLESH
It’s like acid, it burns like heartache
FLESH FLESH FLESH
I’m gonna make my scale break
No no momma, I’m not a pretty girl
No momma, this flesh belongs to the monsters under my bed
Who are turning into provoking voices in my head
Screaming FLESH FLESH FLESH
You disgusting little thing
You hog all the food, you hog all the space
You think you’d ever look good in underwear or in lace?
Disgusting little thing,
I can see through you dress
You are no-good-to-love case
I can’t love all of you
All that FLESH FLESH FLESH
My heart is not big enough to love you, girl
And all your FLESH FLESH FLESH.  
                                                              *p.t.
It's been a while....
my mind was screaming for some words on paper, and this is one of the rare times when my anger towards myself wins over collectiveness. it feels good though, let out some steam.
I'm sorry for the ****** emotions, I'm just going through bad bad times
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