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Yule Feb 2017
And with that,
I'm reminded of all the reasons
why I fell in love with you,
and being in love with you, still.
for m.b | 170223; 10:32 pm
Apollo Hayden Feb 2017
On days such as this
of reminiscent times viewed on rewind
The slowing down of details missed gives sight to the blind
Wider eyes letting in ethereal beauty to a much grander design
to where divinity is intricately knit deep within the fabric of life
Baylee Jan 2017
Confined to the four walls of my room,
Lost without you,
Locked away in my self made tomb.
Crying into my pillow
Til its tear stained on both sides,
Knowing that that was our last goodbye.
I miss you.
There is nothing left to do but
Reminisce you,
And I intend to.
You were my ******.
And when I was down,
You were my heroine.
But now that well is dry,
So I drown my sorrows in *****
And all I do is cry.
I don't know why you left me,
But it makes sense;
I'm depressing, you see.
But it's okay because
I have a lot of time alone,
To think of where I first went wrong.
But you're all I seem to want,
You're all I ever think of,
And your presence haunts my thoughts.
Viseract Jan 2017
Everything just passes me by
People, hope and opportunity, no matter how I try
The focus of my life is not to focus on the past
And it all goes by so fast

I'm stuck here in my room, on my bed
Reminiscing over things, trapped inside my head
Like this is where I'm at now, no doubt
I've got so much more to do

Way too much to lose, way too young to cruise
Should be getting out more often but I don't wanna bruise
The backlash of my actions, intended or not
Is not something that I've forgot

Not something I can forget
Because I'm not done just yet
I got things to do, much to lose
Now is not the time for me to cruise
theeghostwriter Jan 2017
Remember waking up to the smell of mothers' breakfast on the table waiting to be eaten,  while she sang her childhood songs in the kitchen?

remember being super excited to meet your friends at school but rued the moment of your eyes locking with your class teacher?

remember the love letters we would send to the people we were infatuated with because we thought they were perfect , and the gossiping we used to do about other relationships?

Remember after school afternoons were we would stall the time to go home and extend procrastination hours from school work ?

Remember when thinking that everything in the future is just a dream that would never come,  but everyday was a step closer?  
I smile...because I remember
because I counted every minute I lived,  but never took time to count how many minutes I'm dying.
Yanamari Dec 2016
We're born mewling
Clawing
Finding
A world awaits us.

We finally stand
Bawling with a toy in hand
Striving for more people
Connected by a strand

We approach a land of darkness
Tearing because nobody understands
And yet silently screaming for a hand
Breaking strings and braiding bands

We stumble into the murky oceans
Crying little rivers to join one's surroundings
The ocean swallows our screams
And decides who sees our weakness

We are washed ashore and begin to dry up
The tears slowly evaporate out of oneself
Laying limp, hoping to be found
Struggling to stand up and find warmth

We find a path that leads to warmth
The tears guiding us along the way
We have seen the warmth that we yearn
And have chosen the what we breathe for

We shrink back away from the world
A wistful smile catching the rolling memories
And we stare out into the distance
Wishing for a world that awaits us.
Dante Dec 2016
Like the wind,
passing freely,
gently caressing my skin.

Like the water,
my feet wallowed in,
fully encompassing me.

Like the sun,
with its rays of light,
warming my heart.

Like the moon,
in the nothingness of black,
dimly lit over me as I dream.

I'm reminded of you yet again;
I wish you were here.
Quick.
Matt Hews Nov 2016
Even after all this time
My heart aches to hear your voice.
It beats painfully slow, yearning to see you smile.

Even after all this time
My mind drifts off to the times we shared.
My thoughts , a raging tempest,
Filled with good memories.

Even after all this time
I wonder if you still love me.
If you've forgiven me for the things I've done, the words I've uttered.

Even after all this time
I think about how thi...
that's it;
I stop thinking.

I stop thinking because
I know there's no going back.

I stop thinking because
I know I've broken you beyond repair.

I stop thinking because
I know you want nothing to do with me.

I stop thinking because
I know you've moved on.
Sarah Strack Sep 2016
I can judge time passed,
by the chips in my nail polish.

It collects in the corners of eyes,
at the edges of mouths it lies.

Sometimes I look for it on my hand,
each scar like a grain of sand.

Other times it remains unseen,
hiding behind a laugh or scream.

I glimpse it in a backward glance,
but it stabs with pain as if a lance.

The jolting sensation to look at change,
to see how life does rearrange.

Then I go back staring at the ground,
Ignore it though my heart does pound.

And pretend the only sign of time passed,
are the chips in my nail polish.
regina Sep 2016
February 26th, 6.22 PM
We were sitting face to face in a coffee shop,
and from the depths of your eyes.
I know you contemplated me.
With a hint of sheepish smile,
You told me that
you've got the prettiest eyes I've ever seen

May 22nd, 2.01 PM
You were gazing right at me,
Still with those warm orbs of yours.
You leaned closer and whispered against my ear.
Your eyes look a lot like Hello-Kitty
And you said Hello-Kitty is evil.

September 08th, 3.12 AM
As I sit back and reminisce
I can't help but question myself,
Is that how fast a feeling can change?
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