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Goodbye
I miss you. I miss everything about you. I can't even believe that this world goes on spinning without your existence. You sang me awake, not to sleep. As if you knew my heart would struggle to beat in the grey morning mist of reality without the soothing tones of your voice. Your voice that cancelled out all the sadness and pain, the darkness and vain. It washed over the cracks like tippex on a stain, never to be seen again. And how I loved you. I loved you more every time you would scold, each time you would instruct but give me time to induct. I learnt the most from you. How to dress, how to behave, how to give. Then how to grow, how to learn and how to live. There's so much of you in all that I do, did you see that? Did you see me in you? And towards the end, I was vacant. I was lost. I did not know how to trust, how to speak to the one who'd always been my all, my must. You were ill, so weak. It was hard to be there watching you fall from your peak. But still, I tried. We all tried. To be there when you wept, when you fell, when you tired. Tired of dragging on a life that was no longer yours, not what you'd planned. It wasn't fair, not right, that you'd fight and fight and fight to get nowhere. Losing you was both bitter and sweet. I'm glad you were able to retreat. Back away from this mere existence and be freed from the pain of forever being beat. But sad, so sad, to lose the one who'd taught me all there was to be had. The one who showed such deep love and affection, asking for little in return and seeking nothing but a connection.
Life
They call life a gift Something so precious we should Treasure every second of it But what if life isn’t a gift What if it’s just a burden
Liz ShannonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTomorrow, and the Next Day, and the Next
deep indigo mornings, my slumber breaks my name is Five More Minutes, Please playing chauffeur to the bickering children i live with
Fatima RodriguezPublished 7 years ago in PoetsOur Love
Sometimes I lay awake at night jealous of all the people who have touched your body before me, And knowing at least what the scientist say that in seven years it will only be my hands and legs and the rest of my body that has touched you
shiney poetryPublished 7 years ago in PoetsInevitable
Inevitable, an adjective meaning "certain to happen; unavoidable." But was our downfall really unavoidable? Change is inevitable and I have accepted that fact as that is the way of life and life is unavoidable.
Sarah MisaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHidden Talents
Same Same. Am I going insane? Trying to be like people before the fame just to realize they all the same. No brain. All playing the same game. Trying to get the fame but all just end up getting eaten by shame. But, of course, if you are lucky you get the girls, the boys, the money. Sounds sweet like honey. But don't go around puttin' honey down not expecting to attract flies. Yeah, we all think we can fly but when it comes down to it no one is actually ready to die. So face your fears. Face your dreams. Shoot for the fame and don't be ashamed. At the end of the day, aren't we all the same?
Home Sweet Home 🏡
I smell the aroma of my mother's cooking no one can compare she makes every dish her own like magic in the air every bite tastes like the first
Dark Stranger
Who's that man sitting on the bench? Looking so lonely, just sitting there? Dressed up all in black. No buses are running.
Jamie ProbstfieldPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThere's No Need
staring out into space thinking of this familiar face seeing him makes me think im just sitting on the brink too much too soon
Rachel CarreraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLittle Flower
How does it feel To own a flower By controlling Everything she does, By destroying All that she loves Just so she Makes you feel okay
Matthew SwansonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHigh Fashion
Space Cadets, my style is outer space, The array of garments, in combination they make some people feel out of place Using designer creations to shine in my own individuality, leaving space
Diamond Dreams MovementPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWhat If I Told You
What if I told you that I am not ok? What if I told you that I have so many emotions running through my head that some days I can't even think straight?
shiney poetryPublished 7 years ago in Poets