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Haiku: The Past

Dwelling in the past
All the same feelings come back
And will never leave

That Simple Young Boy

The news struck me like a knife,
How fragile one’s life
Really can be.

There is a subtlety to love
That so many of
Us miss completely.

While this feeling rushes over me,
I gasp in disbelief.
I’m speechless.

Comfort in the arms of a friend
Ecstatic it didn’t end,
With so much time left to live.

Now, I notice the little things,
Like when he sings
In the car carefree.

My stomach aches at the very thought,
That he was so distraught,
With no one to turn to.

I’ll never leave an empty hole
The way they have left your perfect soul:
Completely vulnerable.

I can’t forget the look in his eyes
When he tries to disguise
The pain each day.

But this big heart of his can’t take much more
No one understands how much I adore
That simple young boy.

-Anonymous

#beautiful  #poem  #poetry  #the best  

Strange

This is now my home
Not out of the ordinary.
Like I always am,
I am alone.
It has become accustomed to me,
In an empty room,
Thoughts and feelings in the air,
That find their way to this paper,
Which belongs a poem.

I sleep in the same bed.
The bed I’ve always had.
Dream the same dreams
That deceive me,
My imagination from reality;
The good from the bad.

I’m no longer sad.
My whole world has changed,
But when I get back home,
Although it might be the same,
To me, it’ll be strange.

#poem  #poetry  

Thoughts

They are impulses.
It is not what you really want.
They want their way with your body
All they do is tease and taunt.
They will stop at nothing
Till you break down,
And everything stops.

And now you’re dead
Because you listened to them. 

Never

You will never get
How much I love you.
You will never feel
The same feelings I feel
When you talk to me,
When I talk to you,
Or when
We haven’t talked in days.

The feelings
Of security and assurance
Of warmheartedness and pure happiness
Of depression and heartbreak
Are feelings of
An endless one-way street.
No where to turn away,
No way to turn around.

So, I will wait.
I will wait
For you to feel
The same feelings I feel.
I will wait for that one-way street
To become a two-way highway.
It tortures me,
But I will wait until it kills me.
I will wait,
Even if it never happens,
Because I am strong,
And I will never give up. 

Scars

These marks on my skin,
They tell a tale
Hieroglyphics on my back
Don’t seem too specific
But they are so full of detail.

They disappear with age
Just as the memories
Of each experience fades.
But why do they?
They are a reminder of a lesson learned,
A lesson involving pain,
Which will always be visible
By looking at my flesh,
Which shows its faith to my body
Despite how much it has been threshed. 

Each of these glyphs,
Although presented as just a line,
Tell my life story,
One at a time.
They will appear
And they will disappear
As long as I live my years,
But I will not fear
For they will forever be remembered
By my flesh,
Which shows its faith to my body
Despite how much it has been threshed. 

Untited

This life of mine
Is all about searching for that one thing,
But I don’t know what it is.
I feel like I’ll be searching for it
Till my body no longer lives
And I no longer exist. 

I cry and I cry,
Why is it that I feel
Like my life is such a lie?
I just want to fall asleep
And call my new home the sky.

I just wanna give up.
I don’t feel like there’s anything to live for
I don’t know what to stand for
I don’t seem to know how to love anymore. 

Silent Escape

Silently dying,
Wasted away.
I have no choice
In what I do.
The voices sink deeply
Controlling my every move,
“Don’t eat that!”
They shriek.
“You deserve this,”
They haunt.
Darkness covers my soul.

I am not the same anymore.
I am ready to die:
This is my silent escape. 

-Anonymous

#poem  #silent  #escape  #poetry  #eat  

Voices

Look at yourself
You’re so fucking gross.
All I see is a failure.
I see no bones.
The worst part is
You’re not even close.
And as far as food goes,
Don’t even think about it.
You’re over your calorie count.
I don’t care what the doctor says,
Two thousand isn’t the right amount. 

So keep counting those calories.
Exercise.
Soon enough,
You’ll actually be pleasing to the eye.
You never have been.
But one day, you hope to look great.
No taking breaks.

Anna

The girl she sees in the mirror isn’t what she wants.
She strives for perfection, in her mind the voice haunts
Bones are what she craves, seeking to be sick.
She finds it complimentary when she’s told she’s a stick.
In her room she cries because she can’t see the beauty
So she does all she knows and starves like it’s her duty.

Baggy clothes she wear, ‘cause only little girls’ clothing fits.
But she won’t stop it until her goal weight is hit.
The one things on her mind that controls her entire life.
Another pound closer, another day she avoids the knife.
Stepping out of the shower is a nightmare in itself.
Reflections aren’t a thing you can store away on a shelf.

-Anonymous

Weak

A subtle tug.
An aching pull.
A tense throbbing.
A stronger tug.
An aching strain.
A tense wringing.
All the reasons I must not eat.
You see, these scars wouldn’t be here
Had such problems never been presented.

Aches and pains of strength.
See?
I am strong.
A subtle tug, and you dig in.
You are weak.
An aching pull, and it drags you in.
You are weak.
A tense throbbing, so you find comfort.
You are weak.

-Anonymous

#poem  #poetry  

Love

Love happens to the wrong people
At the wrong time
But its all so right
Someday that person is all
You have left and
All of a sudden
It’s the right person
At the right time
And the rest of the world
Is wrong
-Anonymous

#love  #poem  #poetry  

Let Go, Walk Away

How is it so easy to walk away,
Yet so hard to let go?
That connection;
It doesn’t just disappear.
And how is it so hard to walk away,
Yet so easy to let go?
That gravitational pull;
It’ll always be there.
They say it’s so simple
To just let go and walk away,
But it isn’t.
Why is it so hard?

-Anonymous