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Past by aalaron, literature
Literature
Past
Past
The past cannot be changed, it cannot be undone
The past is past, mistakes were made, most unfun.
You live and you learn, thats how you grow.
However the pain stays with you, ask those who know.
You can apologize and repent until the end of days,
But you made those decisions and they'll remain made.
All you can do is try to continue on and survive.
Even if it seems like some don't know you're alive.
Learn from your past and do not forget but forgive,
Yourself for what you've done so you can live.
Lessons are hard learned but valuble once there.
Do not let where you've been slip away without a care.
In the end the past makes us who we ar
Poem For Minnie II by woundedveteran11B, literature
Literature
Poem For Minnie II
Minnie:
Minnie if you only knew how I truely feel about you, you would know a love of a different kind.
If you only new how i feel about you the sun would rise on the rainest days for you.
If your family knew how i feel about you they would understand and step aside and lets us be what our hearts are telling us.
When I look into your eyes I get lost with in your soul, so lost that I never want to be found because i know you make me whole.
If you only knew how I truely feel about you the angelic smile that plagues your face would never leave that angelic face.
When I hear yo
Letting You Go by woundedveteran11B, literature
Literature
Letting You Go
Letting You Go:
Letting you go is going to be one of the hardest Things I have done in a long time
Letting you go means I never truely had you or Made you truely happy
Letting you go to make you happy is the only Thing I can do to insure I have you in my life Some how and in some way
I'm letting you go beacuse I love you but you Love another in a distant land fighting for our Freedom
Letting you go is the only thing I can do for you To make you truely happy
Letting you go means I will be happy in time
Letting you go means no heart break or ill Feelings towards you
Letting you go will be the end of a love I have Not felt in a lon
Thinking by DarkenedPoet, literature
Literature
Thinking
Thinking of you tonight and I'm hurting all over again.
I don't know how to shake you from my mind.
Unhinge you from my soul.
Release you from my heart.
My body won't let you go.....though I'm trying.
Talking to these other guys.
I smile and laugh as they sweet talk me and pull me in.
But I'm holding back.
I'm tethered to you.
And I don't think I have the strength to cut the ties.
To set myself free.
To let you be.....
Hope you're sleeping okay tonight...
Cravings Unsatisfied by DarkenedPoet, literature
Literature
Cravings Unsatisfied
Your lips met mine and I tasted you.
You tasted of promise.
Of a man that knew how to love me right.
Pure like what I've been looking for.
Yearned for for so many years.
Your lips were soft and warm
And I felt love in the making.
The birth of something wonderful.
Something new and exciting.
Then you went hot and cold.
You've burned my tongue
And the taste is there
But numbed beneath.
My heart is frozen solid
For the time I feel like I wasted.
Yet still I know what you are,
How you taste...
Now I'm feeling urges unsatisfied.
Wanting for more of you.
I want to know your heart inside and out.
Learn how your mind works.
What
No poetry by eowyntje, literature
Literature
No poetry
No poetry was written,
No fairytales were read.
As if it was forbidden,
By the monsters in her head.
And all they thought was silly,
Was quickly thrown away.
By a girl who had to grow up,
By a girl who couldn't play.
All her dreams and fantasies,
All her fears and hopes.
Thrown in a bag of garbage,
Balloons and skipping ropes.
The teddybears and puzzles,
All had to retreat.
For new puzzles in her head,
She never would complete.
No poetry was written,
No fairytales were told.
Her eyes spoke of a sad tale,
Her hands were always cold.
She thought of no white horses,
For she was no princess.
Her life was about papers,
Poetry by EyeOfChaos, literature
Literature
Poetry
Why must poetry
Be beautiful?
Be sad?
Be deep?
Must it always
Have morals
For one
To reap?
We search for hidden meaning
In each line of poetry
In each word of poetry
As if it were treasure
Hidden by the pirates of literature
For us to seek out
And claim for our own.
We look to poetry
As a source of beauty
As we look towards a flower
Standing tall, petals tipped open
As if wanting to embrace the sun and the sky,
Colours gleaming in the light
For our viewing pleasure.
We seek out emotion
In poetry
As if we are emotionless ourselves
And searching for replacements.
As if we were empty shells of man and woman,
Using poet
