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Your flickering eyes, vagabond,
Dancing in the storm, you were lost
Drifting too far into the wind,
Spirited and untamed, almost
When the brilliant day darkened
Sad poems
Sad poems — a collection of the best works on PoemShip.
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// All the love stories
I wrote
were just
the introductions
of what would be
a tragic
ending. //
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You don't love me.
Even when you see me shedding in tears
Your heart doesn't ache anymore.
You don't love me.
There is no other reason.
That is all.
That is how you really feel.
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'I don't know what is more tragic— the time I keep looking for you wherever I go or the fact that you are never there.'
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I wish you would told me "hold unto me"
Then I'll be reluctant to turn my back at you.
The memory I thought I had forgotten swallows me everyday.
So if you want go away,
Just please stay in my heart instead.
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Looking at the sky, peering into the darkness.
Looking for light, not finding that star.
Or maybe this is a dream in neither do I exist.
Because I'm always the ghost you never noticed.
A Goodbye to Innocence
Dear year twelve,
A second doesn’t fly
without thinking of the future;
the years that might go as fast
as this one surely did.
Life doesn’t exist
without a thought of my aging life
now on a highway,
speeding.
My pads first used
at a sleepover during my friends party.
My new bras, growing numbers,
but not as fast as my shoe size.
There was a month I cut my wrist
out of anger, wanting pain
that could be sorted through my mind.
Mirror
Unprecedented memories still haunting me
Neglected by the kismet that has chosen to side with you
The endless cuts and scars it has left me
Forbid the shards of my past from incapacitating me to death
For it got so close
I look into that broken mirror
And see a person, a face that can't fathom the thought that it was me
Everyone has believed this false faze you project
But not me
I realized this mirror that you showed me was faulty, broken even
It wasn't truly me—
It's was all just an image you wanted the world to see...
Water
My lungs flood
My hands wave frantically
Tears spill, but are hidden among the crowd
I slowly sink
Yet I still run towards the water
agonies
I just want to dance
But I can't hear the music play
Oh I just want to move my feet
But they can't find their way
Trough the clouds
Of lonely agonies
Losing friends
Gaining enemies
I just want to be free
Fly like a bird over the pain
I want to aim high for the sky
But my vision is blurred by the rain
And there is no exit
I am stuck in between
Of changing my life
And committing that sin
spring
Spring is coming to our towns
Sun is shining over our hearts
And it shines bright, very hot
But am I happy? No I'm not
Summer is hiding behind it's back
And soon it will come and shine
With it's rays upon our heads
Pour the warm chills onto our beds
But I don't want it to come
I don't want to see the bright sun
I feel desperate, lonely and lost
Only pleasure I feel is winter's frost
My soul is cold, colder it can't be
I am lost at the northern, arctic sea
Guess I'll have to just wait for snow
And when it falls I know I won't feel so low
not so high hopes
Sometimes I dream that I am back in the day
When I used to watch cartoons and go out to play
Craft magic tools made up in my brain
And run around following my paper plane
Now I'm standing here, digging nails in my hands
Trying not to listen to my mother's commands
Rebeling against the modern world falling apart
Creating all these silly lines, so called art
Tomorrow I hope I won't be like everyone else
Who have never felt emotions so intense
Collecting all the wasted hours on the job that they hate
The only wish I want is not to experience that fate
And when my bones become so heavy and old
I hope my soul won't feel as cold
As the frost of life without any meaning
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