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Past Sep 2020
Sleep, timer, wake.
What more is left to take?
Say it once, say it once more.
Listen and don’t ignore what all of this is meant for.
3.44 -19
luciana Sep 2020
how difficult
can it be
to let
go?
in the
end I will
find closure, right?
no one
said it would
last this
long
Cae Sep 2020
Don’t you get it?
I can’t stop
I can’t stop running it through my mind
Replaying moments every time
I’ve tried once, I’ve tried a thousand times
I can’t just stop

Don’t you think I’ve tried?
Every piece of advice is just adding salt to my wound
Cheer up, snap out of it, relax
Like I’ve never tried giving myself the chance

So understand,
My mind isn’t like yours
No matter how hard I try
The thoughts just seem to multiply

I can’t stop
I can’t snap out of it
All I ask is for you to understand it
Kara Shirlene Aug 2020
Among the things of life,
One thing I can be sure.
Love overcomes all strife
And is the heart's best cure.

Among the things of time,
It works all on it's own.
Some parts  don't always rhyme
Though patience is always known.

Among the things of dreams,
Don't ever let them go!
Fret not how long it seems
Move forward; it will show.

Among the things of friends,
The best ones always care.
They're with you til the end
And always prove they're there.

Among the things of peace,
I pray it will be made.
That war will quickly cease
And all the hate will fade.

Among the things of love,
I hope you spread it out.
For it comes from up above
To rid our fear and doubt.

Among the things of bliss,
Simplicity is key.
With you I leave this:
Enjoy life's big journey!
©KSS 7/2013
John Gabriel Aug 2020
Love is like caring for a bonsai tree. You must give it your utmost time and effort, and you must care for it but you should not suffocate it. You musn't force it to become the beauty that it is meant to be, it will die.  It must learn to grow by itself and when it grows, you too shall grow with it.
Intrusion.
Don't you realized what you've done?
You acted like you were the almighty.
But yet all of these insecurities make you worry?
You've failed before too, ain't you, honey?

Here, I've writ you this passage.
You know, for a bit of message.

Be adviced and armed.
For I know, I'm not an easy prey.
Life never treated me well.
So do not be alarmed,
just run and pray.
Before you face your own hell.

But, be my guest, come and play.

First, let me light my cigars
and start to sing.
Truly yours,
A lady who used her scars,
to make her wings.
To someone who bothered me lately, this post is dedicated to you, dear one.
Hit me up and please, be my guest.
Shadow Aug 2020
Life is a game, a grandscale game with never ending experiences, feelings and thoughts to be had. Within this great game we play many other games, a major category of this, being social games.
One, somewhat flawed, rule which we have made up for this social game is that one really doesn't know or doesn't feel something unless they can describe it with words whereas that's not the case!

You can describe something but you cannot tell me it's hows or what it truly is, let me give you an example:
I tell my friends that I am in love with a girl, raptorously, and they ask me to "prove it" or tell them how I'm "in love with her" and, if I'm a good poet, I would say: "I love her as the fish in the pond loves the moon's reflection, I love her as the birds love to sing in the mornings, I love her as the toe loves hitting the side of something at 3 in the morning, I love her rapturously, with all my being and all my heart." and then they would say wow and say that yes I really do love the girl.

However not everyone is a poet and mere words cannot express how and what we feel because as much as I try to express my love to the world through words and utterances it will always fail to send out what I truly feel at heart. You cannot tell me how you beat your heart, how you formulate your thoughts or how you digest your food, you just 𝑑𝑜 it.

To try to explain somethings to some people would be like trying to drink the ocean with a fork: ardous, boring and neverending. You can always try to, but you would get tired in the first 30 seconds and they, too, would leave.
Words are not the only tool which you have in order to express yourself to the world, music and art can both be so much more heartfelt than words can ever express. However not all of us are musicians or artists and so I will present you another, better and more effective, alternative: 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.
Alifmun Aug 2020
Running through the woods
Scared
Giant shadows loom over me
A bad omen
The sun is starting to go
Faster
A campsite
Faster
Finally I won't be hungry tonight
My first time writing a horror type poem I need all the advice I can get
Aurianna Aug 2020
I didn't listen when you told me that continuing to give, to love so much without receiving anything in return...
Was only going to hurt me... but I insisted.
Now here I am, empty, and nothing left to give. With no one around to help me pick up the pieces of my broken heart.
I wish I listened.
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