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i cant explain what i feel like, i feel like a plane without its wings
im swimming in an empty pool, its cuz we were to caught up in it
never reachen the next level even when i tryed to level with you
stuck on the same flight of stairs we were spining a spiral runing
a mile on thin ice when still u were my girl u were nice
u added to this world, im twisted lost confused
broken from what we had fused, im sitting here
tryna get over you ive done some things
i didnt wana do, im tryna figure out
why i threw all the love i threw, for you, served on a plater
but u only ever got mader and i got sader
times only got bader
you created the perfect ricipe for disaster
tryna get over me all the time tryna do
whatever was faster, tryna mix mash n
mend my words, a technique only
you could master
, u just fliped the switch
openen up every stich we had sowen all
this love blowen,
we could go back, jump in that portal
jump to all those planets shaped like hearts
back to the beggening to where all our love starts
but still nothn could stop it, some shit
jsut hapens, we just gota pick up the pieces
coz were broken, im broken writen this
its all i have, tryna hold in the tears
feeln like ive knowen u for countless years
learnen n loven all ur fears
knowen about all ur nightmares
knowen every compliment u gave me
teln me i got cute ears
im tryna hide it, ride it, ride it out
keepen it in tryna hold
wot i posess, more then ull know
more what i want to confess
no more chances now though
wev run out, wev abused the love
that so many people could of used
youve been my life lesson
and i want whats best for you and me
this was the last straw, i want this no more
best to do this now then to leave one of our hearts
lying out cold on the floor

(I wrote this poem in anger of seeing so many people ruin such pleasant opportunities in their life, as in, Falling In love. Although I adore my friend's, I'm so livid that they contently believe it's okay to move from lover to lover and claim it to be love. So please enjoy! Feedback is much enjoyed, and voting also if you can spare the few seconds it last for.)

Hugs Not Tight Enough For Her;

First Sight, you catch the lease and sign,
You drag someone to you,
Spitting on their hearts,
Splitting up further up the road when the going got tough,
He's trying to hold on for dear life, My friend.
but you hit a home run my friend,
Your love, it's going... it's going and gone.
You just couldn't wait to get it started,
Fallowed by the next,
And the next,
Until names got confusing,
And regret shines in those golden browns,
Then you mix those drinks, and just don't seem to matter who falls in the river,
As long as your happy, and the rest of the world don't matter a thing.
Quietly you know, it'll always be lust,
Reacting from the hips,
The girl just want's to be held,
If not tight enough, then move to another,
But none of the hugs tight enough for her,
Cause she always get loose and runs off to another,
You can't say you love any of them!
Don't dare speak words of sh** you have no idea of,
You make words like that become myths,
There are those who can love,
Can speak between the lines which some will never see,
Touching others will burns brain cells,
and girl you've touched enough.
With her lips making movement's,
excuses, excuses, excuses,
ENOUGH, ENOUGH, ENOUGH.

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Also if you could go to my profile and vote, you would make me a happy girl.

The Way It Always Is


In many ways than one,
happiness can be formed with a smile,
or a kind gesture from someone,
But happiness can always be formed from your heart,
when you know your views are different than everyone else,
not worrying about whats right or wrong to others,
cause to you, you know it's 'right' for you.
There's no argument between just two, it's always an army and a war,
there's wounds worse than battle scars,
your inflected on the heart,
and although it's always healing,
it get's weaker each time.
Nobody can do anything for anyone else without thinking there will be a prize in the end,
Greed is made easily when given the thought of being something better,
It's common to see someone sell their soul to the devil,
in return for a penny.
Anger is another sin you see too much of,
when the situation accoutres,
you'll sell your friendship for a memory of the past,
Low blows hit harder than you know,
but nobody cares about anybody else unless you can find something out about them,
Friendship, love, you're words, nothing last forever,
unless you change that thing in yourself that seems to push everyone away,
The Real Life consist of people all around you with different thoughts and opinions,
which cause the drama and fights,
The Real Life also consist however of people, who want something different than just the same things everyday,
we want to twist around romanticism,
and be the nonconformist we are,
without our own thoughts we wouldn't be humans,
when you make yourself believe something just so it benefits you,
you're not living, you're living off of somebody else dreams.
Love doesn't seem to exist without his brother, Infatuation.
when you love someone, you don't support the things that are wrong in their life,
you support the things that are right,
you don't move around from lover to lover,
to stick to that person, and give them the heart you've sealed off all you're life.
love for a friend, you see it all the time,
but look in between those lines and tell me what you see!
two friends, smiles to smiles,
harsh words to each others backs,
and secrets and lies that spread,
love for a friend is something seen when not looking,
Love for Your friend is even when things are cloudy above, you'll always be waiting for the sun to break through,
not while when that storm is high above, strike them with lightening,
and pray to god it hits them.
I carry on no hard feelings or hatred,
we laugh at the things people say to bring someone else down,
we laugh at how people lie to look greater to the enemy,
we laugh knowing society will never change and we're at the spot we're we should be,
We laugh knowing, this is what we need to survive.
Once you frown at the things people do to strike you down,
you won't make it out alive,
so smile a little bit more, cause it hurts them even more,
that's the biggest weapon, Happiness!
cause nothing pisses off somebody more, knowing they're completely happy,
and you're filled with envy cause you wish you could be so happy.
That's it though! LIFE!
It'll always be this way, till YOU change,
cause you're stuck in those sticky situations, cause of yourself,
Blame it on him, blame it on her, blame it on god even if you stink so low,
but nothing will change, till you change yourself,
don't let society tell you what's right or wrong,
don't fallow a government cause everyone else is,
don't sell out a friend,
don't change your mind on your loved one,
stay true to you're words,
and who you claim to be!
Life is going to be looking better for everyone else soon,

The requiem of the flies

The rain is crashing upon my face
Its like God is trying to wash away my pain
I look down upon the puddles of mud
Thinking about all the things I have done

The rain is so cold

The dark grey gloom surrounds me
My life is not as it should be
And I don’t care anymore
I find that Living is such a bore

The rain is so cold

My mind is numb, cold and blank
This world is passing me by
This world is cold and dank
And I wonder why I have not died

The rain is so cold


Abaddon holds no surprises for me
Under the pale moon I danced on my grave
And I am on my way to hell
I cant deny what is to be

The rain is so cold

My soul is heavy and stained and
I don’t want to carry it no more
I carry two coins in my hand
Waiting upon the water’s shore

The rain is so cold

The man in white comes for me
Pretending to walk on water
Feet stuttering, hips jutting
About to fall in and he is getting closer

The rain is so cold


There will be no requiescat for me
My apple of Peru has wilted and
The lord of the flies wont let me be
He crushes the flower in my hand

The rain is so cold

It was my last day on earth
The two coins in my hand my life is not worth
My soul knows will know no reprieve
From hell I will never leave

The rain is so cold

My life is to repand upon itself
It is destined to reprise
My song has not ended
But has repetended

The rain is cold

To the Archean I was sent
Where I was meant to repent
Repentir, pentir, paenitere
Until the worlds’ end

The rain is so cold

From the puddles of mud I look up
And realize I have gotten old
All my years spent wondering,
And I have no story to be told

The rain is so cold

I can only hope to die one day
And start it all over again but
The lord of the flies wont let me die
I have become one of his flies to my dismay


first post, curious to know what you think of this. i dont know how to classify this poem.

Lost in Transition


the train pulls away grudginly
from the station with no name
there is darkness all around
yet it is the middle of day
an autumn chill
caresses my hands
strands of hair cover my eyes
from the flicker of flame,
stagnant yellows and oranges
glisten in red.
the reflection of me in window
with each breath,
positivity in me is seeping out

my tears have all dried up
confused and numb
soothed by Hollie Smith
singing soulful from her album,
Long Player.
I am trying to be inspired
the train is on a roll
too many tracks
I am lost in transition.

By Prince Labiel

Hi! I wrote this based on my friend and this guy


Every Rose Has It’s Thorns

She was a rose and he- the thorns,
So delicate was she,
So caring was she,
So much she gave for him,
So much he took.
He left, and took everything with,
He did not even spare her heart,
He broke it in two,
She wept for him.
-Chloe Mogensen

Hi i'm new here, this is the first poem I post in this forum please feel free to criticize:

Dream

So far, so alone, so tired
I’m lying here, resting...
So in vain and so useless
Every time I try walking...

So blue, so wide but so cold
The sky I’m looking…
So emotional, so senseless
This kind of moments...

I thought it's the last
So I tried my best smiling
How comfortable! Yet, how funny!
I was just dreaming...

Just a rough draft please feel free to critic and nitpick! I'm a teen who enjoys writing but I have little to show for it.Thanks!

Began when I was 10
He helped me out, but now
Get it out of my head
Stop controlling me
No ones to understand
Alone, a creature, posessed
Am I metaly insane?
Is there a name for this?

It's not my fault
I never ment to hurt you
I'm in shame, in denial,
I can't reach out
I stay silent to truth
Help me! save me!
Can't you hear my screams
between my wild tales

What am I worth,
Charm, beauty, wisdom
When I'm the master of
Ash, black decetption?
In middle of the night
I gaze at the reflection
Gray and gastly, peering
My terrifed blue eyes

It lured me into a pit
I tried to crawl out
I'm to weak to continue
Where's your hand?
You know this isn't me
But everyone juges, gossips
every word that comes out
My own or that spirits

We dance face to face
People found him
You see him, you see me
I'm ashamed, leave, please
I'm not deserng of you
Your love or exceptence
Never to forgive myself, go
Blossom into that rose

I look back, to the past
You came back, grown up
Even after I sent you away
Adventuring with me now
Still refusing answers,
It hurts you too much
Your never to know my
Demon of Falsehood

Tasso Translated And Paraphrased
In Spenserian Stanza.

Worn and wearied mine afflicted heart be;
Torment, dread, grief, and fright with foul intents
Prowl around with abject anxiety,
Like as wolves 'round about the sheep up pent,
Rangeth by night their desired prey to rent.
Enraged with hunger, and with malice set
Upon th' harmless sheep in hope to quench;
(Upon thorns I sit) as they search and threat
High n' low, where they might enter without stop or let.

so tired of placement
it just makes me sick
I'm on my own
while everyone tries to sit and clone
being pushed aside
all I have is my life
they fight they yell
some come from jail
I come from CPS
I've told them I can't deal with this
just be with me as I serve my time
becuase thats all I have that is mine.