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Àŧùl Sep 2016
I used to miss you bad,
But now I don't miss you,
Now only a question remains,
"Why did you become unfaithful?"
Maybe your world is so huge in size,
My world was you & it'll always be so,
All that is left is my own compact world.
HP Poem #1163
©Atul Kaushal
Tim S Sep 2016
Subway Connections.
Your music in your ears
Your eyes to mine

Subway Connections
Where we throw our eyes at each other and then get off the train,
Only to transfer with each other and walk the same path.

But you're connected.

Subway Connections
Your smile to my cordial, inviting glance.
From my battle against your connection to a battle against my nerves

Subway Connections
They're fluttering and frightening
They're either missed or taken.

Subway Connections
**We missed.
I used to see this ******* the 4/5 train every morning. I did eventually talk to her, but this poem is the beginning of the connection.
sanctuary Aug 2016
As it passes,
one fears being forgotten
by the one who means most

clinging she was
to the hope that he hasn't
though doubts enclose her mind
she continues to believe
even without guarantee

she missed him,
probably more than he ever will with her
and it hurt
for all she wanted was to be home
in the arms of someone
who
might
not
feel
the
same
You are one of my worst enemies, time. Yet I need more of you.
Alaska Aug 2016
Oh and all those tears she cried were hers to keep,
The pain she felt was hers to keep,
The thoughts in her mind were hers to keep.

But two people can't keep a secret,
Unless one of them is dead.
She wasn't the weakest,
But the voices in her head
Weren't ever satisfied.

She didn't trust anyone,
She lost all her pride.
Everybody must hate her,
That's what the voices convinced her to think.

Another pill, another drink,
Girl, if you go on like this,
You won't live that much longer.

And even though you won't believe this,
You will be missed.

Come on, you're so much stronger.
Lillian Harris Jul 2016
She leans
Against the wall
A flower
Wilting
In the shade
He is sunlight
Suffocating
Beneath the
Gathering clouds
So far beyond
Her reach

The heavens
Break apart
When his heart
Becomes
Too heavy
And the rain is
Liquid loneliness
On her skin
Reminding her
Of all the lovely things
They could have been.
The clock is ticking
The commander is calling
At that time,
I really wish the clock will stop
So that I'll be forever holding your hand

We both smiling,
eventho' our heart was aching
In a sudden,
All of the manly man disappear
Again, for the sake of nations we both struggling

You always said it won't last forever
You always said you'll see me later
For me,
Those words repeated every day in my mind
Become the strongest word for the weakest heart

I always remember your smell
I always remember what you tell
Against loneliness,
Trying to lived day by day with memories that you left

Oh again I know,
There's always no good in goodbye
'Cause I'm always back to
The day you said goodbye
Malang, 20.13
josh wilbanks Jul 2016
She
She was a cloud in the sky.
Drifting, changing,
Becoming and going where ever she wanted.
He was a field of flowers.
Bright, happy,
Giving warmth and happyness to whoever crossed his path.

One day, the cloud and the medows met.
They gazed upon each other;
Traded secrets, traded beauty.
Then she left.
Drifted with the wind.
Found an other feild.
He stay'd.
Waited for her.
Missed her shade.
Was prepaird to even take her storm just to see the rainbow she would make for him.

And she drifted.
And he waited.
I still remember
The time we met
I still remember
The sounds you made
I still remember the feelings that you create
And I still barely remember the things I called fate

Seems the sun is already died 'cause the light get dark and the wind get cold
Seems the butterfly is already gone from my tummy
'Cause I'm lying now, and feel nothing

I used to lying there to look up at the stars
Heard you singing while laughing on phone
I used to loving every jokes you made
Even they not funny but they were lovely
Just so are you that very lovely
I miss you
Malang, 01.27
Shannon Rose May 2016
Clover hands grasp
Temptation a las
Come, my oasis paradise
The blooming golden age
The calamity of beauty
Can you Dream of brisk lavender petals?

My hands covered in sequins
My mouth gorges chocolate towers

Once, the moon set
Once, a bottle collided with the wind
Once, my rope lifted
Once, I ran

Surrounded,
Yet free
My society in shambles
I'm tasting the bittersweet reality

I feel a poignant lover behind me
Blissful hatred - starry night filled with threats
Crowded in an empty space
Shut ourselves in
Distance perceived
My oasis of loneliness perceived
Feeling lonely, yet you live in abundance, love, light, and happiness, you still do you not feel satisfied.
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