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Lexi Nov 2017
My love for you will never die but yours died long ago.
My heart and Mind
are in battle every day,
but yours won time ago.
My emotions are like the weather, always noticeable,
yours, are like a Tsunami,
before you realize
what's going on its to late.
My thoughts are killing me.
Your thoughts?
You have none.
I am nothing to you.
My trust? Forever yours.
Yet you have no trust for me.
My body and soul, every inch of my body is yours. I am entirely devoted. You? She is yours.
I
         am
Nothing
To
U
melanie Nov 2017
pushed to the edge
I met the swords blade
with a devilish grin

I am not afraid
Jayantee Khare Sep 2017
In life,
who are too stubborn to stay,
In thoughts,
they are too stubborn to leave..
B Chapman Sep 2017
Of all she knew of pain,
self doubt was by far the worst.
Abstract scars,
a worn, old heart,
a practiced smile,
and a medicated mind.
None could distract.
None could heal.
Her soul bent and quivered,
Yet she will never kneel.
Lie
This rock on my back
In faith I lack,
Searching for answer,
Hoping any chance on her.

Trying to forget
But still misinterpret,
Hoping you didn't lie
Because it hurts to say goodbye .

I tried to believed
But I think I was deceived .
By those smile and hi's
I would rather choose to die!

What is it in this world!
Im moving back and forth ,
Im suffering in this situation,
Buried in desperation .
Eleni Jun 2017
He stands like a Michelangelo
Statue of David;

Naked, perplexed
Shoulders - flexed
Abdomen, stretched.

In his **** glory
He carries a pitchfork, a warning glare.
Ready to slay Goliath, with his bare snare.

A symbol of strength, youth, beauty
And I must protect his duty.

For he loved me as the stoat loves the hare.
And I loved him as the poor girl that loves the rich, old man.

I all but food for his stomach
A helpless maiden, haunted puppet.
brianna of space May 2017
You are an enigma -
Kind, generous, selfless,
But still a mystery I want to solve.
I scan your penned notes in the books I borrow -
You have literally given me your thoughts in the pages.
I add my own,
As if my penciled remarks could connect me to you,
But it isn’t enough.
There is still something about you I don’t know,
Something about you I don’t know but I think I can find,
I think I can find through this, searching.
The solution to every worldly problem
Can be found in a book -
Because asking is for the weak,
Discovery, for the stubborn.
My favorite note of hers so far is "narrative as a coping mechanism in a chaotic world," which seems appropriate.
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