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Water Me in Silence
// Within me are dead petals from the sunflowers I was born with. They are as dry as the tears I've cried and as empty as my soul. There is a permanent sunset inside me, one that lays upon the pacific and settles on the golden sand. I am but a wave, consuming every last bit of this world and spitting it all out as I crash. There is a glow that comes and goes, and as it leaves so does my longing to be. But when it returns, oh baby, it glows brighter than any star ever could. There is a love that is inside of me. This love radiates through every emotion. It is a love that is pulled from deep, deep inside and sprinkled upon the soul of each passing stranger with a story. There is a love inside of me. Be gentle when you're inside me, there is a love inside me. //
The Ruined Book
Lost books dried water in between their dog eared pages; the angry tears you bled muffled behind a thin wooden door. You hid to nurse the wounds casually inflicted everyday by the one thing you had created through
Laura DiNovis BerryPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDrama
She says heart of gold You say selfless is not The years are past The years stay on Love I bet Hatred I hope not Words come from the mouth
Alex MauricePublished 7 years ago in PoetsFor You
I was in a relationship for two years with someone I loved deeply. He woke up one day and decided that he no longer loved me. This is a collection of some of my many thoughts, good and bad, that I had written over the two years I was with him, and now that we have ended our time together I felt the need to share them.
Regret of the Eternal
Though I meant no harm, many have perished. The orders I gave to bring unity only brought despair. Grasping the child's hands as they lay suffering before me, O' what sorrow hath I wrought unto all, what malice came forth from my ambition. I meant no destruction, death, or despair, yet I brought to this Eden the fires which rage in me. Now my tears fall to the crimson stained ground, now I walk forever entangled by the darkness within me. Eternally alone, till my fate hath come to take me away, back to the pits of ash and flame from which I was born.
Episodic Memory
It's a filter, can't you see? Hiding eyes and stealing smiles, I do believe it works, can you tell? Removing thoughts and replacing hearts,
Matthew ReganPublished 7 years ago in Poets"The Plight of the Lady of the Night"
The world has been painted a violent scarlet, in such tender brush strokes. A cardinal color indeed, but may I coincide of which I must heed.
Jasmine FortierPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHello There
Hello there Do you care How others fare If so, you’re rare People often glare If you have a dramatic flare They growl like a bear
Irene ProudmanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsYou and Us
I didn’t know I wanted youYou were so sure of meStaring as if you knew meAt what, I couldn’t see One of the few who really triedMy attention was not so easily caughtHaving to be convinced of the real thingAre you here for real or what?
Too Much Food
I'm sitting here with a mouth full of the last piece of pizza I'll wash it down while I begin to drown in the milkshake I got
Inside Counts
Every night I open my chest to glare at my contents to stare at my unmotivated and hazy lungs and scrutinize my beaten
Kyle GrangerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Poem
A Poem A Poem, is like a rhyme, You may read it, And think I'm Waisting my time. Other poems, Get stuck in your head,