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Effort

Do you even understand this risk?

That for you I make my boat list

Until it’s about to tip and capsize

But I still treat you like a prize

Yet in return I can’t get a simple message

Even as I’m drifting through the wreckage

Of what my life could become

But still I refuse to run

There’s no turning back

Because hope is not something I lack

All I ask is a little effort

Right now it feels like I’m in a desert

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“He whispered in my ear and told me he loved me; for the last time.”

— my broken heart

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What’s In a Sad Song

I can tell something’s wrong

Because today you sent a sad song.

Hopefully you won’t take long

Because I’m really not that strong

The notes shimmered with sorrow

As I realized that my heart was only borrowed

You didn’t realize that it would still leave me hollow

Knowing that I would be alone tomorrow

The chorus sits heavy on my soul

Like a train ran out of control

Because it tells me that I no longer have a role

That I am a man no longer whole

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“At least I knocked.

I didn’t just barge in on your life.

I knocked.

And you opened the door,

barely enough for me to peer into your world.

Although it was not enough for me to put a foot in the doorway,

I could see the surroundings.

The floor was covered in trash,

old memories of betrayal and lust that you thought was love.

Furniture covered in dust,

window glass shielded in stains.

Your eyebrows raised, as if asking why i had come by.

‘Can I come in? I promise I won’t break anything.’ I asked in hopes that you would give me a chance.

You shook your head, ‘I can’t let you in and trust that you will not harm everything that I have become.’”

- B.M.

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I Don’t Really Dream Anymore

I don’t really dream anymore

Because dreams are for those with hope

it’s hard to get hope when all it does is pour

So while it pours I lie awake and try to cope

I can’t cope while wondering if there’s anything to care for

So I reach for that dusty old rope

The rope that will lift me off the floor

The same floor that I kneeled on promising to elope

But we didn’t elope because you said I was a chore.

A terrible chore that nobody would touch with soap

And that soap started the terrible war

The same brutal war that caused me to turn to dope

But while I snorted dope, you became a whore

A whore that anyone could grope

But Even with a grope you were still someone I adore

But you make it hard to adore, when you would cheat on me with the pope

And Even the pope wouldn’t be able to make me dream anymore

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Some people go through life searching and never find their soul mates. They never do. You and I did, we just happened to have them for a shorter period of time than we hoped for. It’s sad, but it’s life.

Cecelia Ahern, P.S. I Love You (via books-n-quotes)

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One that Got Away

I’m excited to be your “One that got away”

Because soon you’ll realize what you left behind

You’ll wake up and know that you loved me--one day

And I hope that you know  I’m still yours to find.

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Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.

Novalis

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Cautious

“They tell me that with my love I should be cautious,

But why would I ever hold my own heart hostage?

I would’ve missed my chance with you, and that makes me nauseous”

-J.S.S

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Be a Man

“Be a man they said

before I bash in your head

imagine your blood running red

doesn’t that fill you with dread

so when I started to cry

I would wipe my eyes dry

before people saw that I wasn’t a guy

even when I wanted to die

so now with all this hurt

I can only stare at the dirt

and wish I was in the earth

but death doesn’t allow me to flirt

this pain inside

that I’ve always denied

in my heart it still resides

and makes me barely alive

so now I’m afraid to cry

and my eyes always stay dry

I would rather die and say goodbye

because I am a guy”

-J.S.S

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Let me fill your ears

with warmth,

And your mind with thoughts of peace,

so that my words

can pluck a song from your heartstrings

and you will know that when we’re together

home is never far away

-J.S.S

Let me fill your ears

With words,

And your heart with my poems,

So that my verses

Will reach the hidden corners of your heart,

And make it feel like home again.

- DG

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On a cold fall day

I wake and get my coffee

The silence of dawn

Engulfs me

With my heart full of joy

I think back on

Past loves

And who they helped me become

Stronger

Taller

Better able to feed

And care for myself

Trees need wind to grow

It makes their roots dig deeper

Helps them stand taller

Teaches them how to bend

And bow with grace

As I sit knowing I’ve found my one

I know I wouldn’t have the grace

To bend

The roots to feed or care properly

For my hopes and feelings

If it were not for past loves

That helped my heart grow tall

Helped it build roots that could

Nourish it

I look outside the window and see the trees

A beautiful red maple

Leaves a glow

Evergreens tall and straight

A gust of wind moves them

And my heart stands tall

I am thankful for them all

And wish them peace and grace

Hoping my winds helped them

As much as theirs helped me

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Will you love me in December as you do in May?

Jack Kerouac (via purplebuddhaquotes)