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  1. Sweden* Sweden*
    posted a quote
    October 11, 2015 2:54pm UTC
    Poem.
    Letting him go.
    I never have felt more pained,
    as I let go of the back of his shirt.
    He looks as if I betrayed him and my
    eyes are glassy and my voice cracks.
    He asks me, if I ever loved him.
    So I whisper out the words stuck in
    the back of my throat and he stares.
    My voice is still cracking and the bridge
    that held the both of us is letting us fall.
    As we fall, we're falling into his tears.
    I find myself stuck in the current of his
    love and it is rougher than the seven seas.
    Lightning and thunder sounds hit the sea
    as if it is the sound of a sob that's forced back.
    I continously whisper again and again,
    I love you and I love you into I find my
    self slowly sinking, bracing for the moment
    when the sea embraces me into a hug.
    I have never felt so empty in my life as I
    gave my whole life to a boy who would
    only throw it out, so I let him go.
    I find myself being let go even after letting
    something I believed that would only bring
    happiness. I am still stuck in the whims of
    the ocean and I look into the ocean with the
    thought of his name on the top of my thoughts.
    I let him go.

  2. Sweden* Sweden*
    posted a quote
    October 9, 2015 8:00pm UTC
    Poem.
    Note to self.
    I grew up trying to
    hold onto memories,
    i could only let go. Was
    I just a memory to him?
    Note to self:
    No one stays for forever,
    even if they claim to love
    you forever and ever.
    He tells I am the most pretti
    -est girl he had ever seen on
    earth after seeing the models.
    He tells me, he loves another girl.
    Note to self:
    People fall in love too, it's not
    their fault right? It can't be
    helped at all to be in love with
    someone else but love one person.
    He kisses every scar and wound
    with salt on his lips as if those
    wounds were never caused by him.
    As if those wounds didn't hurt.
    Note to self:
    Leave him when he hurts you to
    the brink of the moment where
    you can't do it anymore. Leave.
    I tell him I love him and he replys
    with a okay. It's not everyday when
    the boy who wants you to stay tells
    you okay, but when you leave..He
    begs and cries like a child.
    Note to self:
    He wasn't worth it for you wasn't he
    after all? His words and all were
    just things that made you fall.
    I wake up everyday wondering
    when is the day he'll break my
    heart to pieces like he has many
    times. It has been 3 months since
    we've talked.
    Note to self:
    Tell him your pain, tell him.
    Make him know you suffer while
    you love him, tell him..
    He tells me he loves me.
    He tells me stories, and how he'd
    try to catch every star to heal my
    jagged scars, he never did.
    Note to self:
    He may tell you he loves you,
    but it doesn't mean he won't
    leave you when you need him
    the most.

  3. Sweden* Sweden*
    posted a quote
    October 6, 2015 7:53pm UTC
    Poem.
    Love is..
    Love can be interepted in many ways,
    love is like air. Love is like water.
    Love felt like a pill, I was the pill you
    swallowed down your throat, as if if it was
    always a secret.
    Love is always going to have to be
    the super hero and villan in one.
    You always wanted to become my
    hero, but it came to the last minute
    where you became the villian and I
    can no longer save my heart in the pools
    of your dark eyes, I never was a swimmer.
    But loving you felt like my heart dissolved
    itself to try to be with you forever.
    In these forest like trees, I found the branches
    of my own heart held back from my ribs.
    The butterflies that build up in my stomach
    had turned into wasps that would only hurt
    me even more and more.
    Love is like a secret folded message,
    that was stuck in the winter storm
    that was never managed to be sent
    to me by your carrier pigeon like heart.
    It still hurts to the fact the messages
    were always sent faster as if there was
    never those short cuts to the way in
    my heart, I have been looking into ways
    to finding you back home sitting in that
    chair and that smile on your face.
    but lately I have been finding the dust
    and the prints on your heart to not be
    mine.
    It seemed as if I was never really yours,
    was I?

  4. Sweden* Sweden*
    posted a quote
    September 29, 2015 8:39pm UTC
    You could spend days,
    telling me how much
    you love me but when
    it comes to when I need
    you.
    I am alone in the darkest
    part in your mind, the
    space and I am like pluto
    and the only star that orbits
    around my planet
    was never yours arms, it
    was only my heart that kept
    distancing away from me.
    Scared that I would only
    give it away to the wrong people.
    Sometimes, my heart like star
    shines at night during your
    darkest times and needs.
    I loved you.
    I still do and it's a betrayal,
    in my own battle through
    conflics and time.
    But you held my hand as if
    you were protecting something
    so fragile in your calloused hands
    in a firm tight grasp of a hand.
    I could've spent all my days,
    telling you how much I loved
    you and how spent my nights
    crying out the pain so I can't
    tell you how I felt when you
    I realized, you were not for me.
    We were just never meant to
    be t o g e t h e r.
    rather we were meant to be..
    a p a r t.

  5. Sweden* Sweden*
    posted a quote
    September 27, 2015 8:49pm UTC
    Poem - 15 reasons, a continuation.
    1) 3 months ago,
    you had seem to leave me,
    because I told you, I can't
    love you.
    2) It seemed as of, those
    words that came out of my
    mouth only meant I didn't
    want to be hurt anymore.
    3) You loved the joker,
    so I'll say a famous line.
    "Do you want to know how
    I got these scars?"
    4) I got these scars from,
    letting myself guard you
    away from the pain. So
    It wouldn't touch you.
    5) I hate you.
    6) I still miss you.
    7) I realized it was nothing
    in our relationship but the
    lack of colour. You, smiled
    and this world was black
    and white and you were the
    only thing that stood out as grey.
    8) I would dip my hands into
    the water of immortality,
    try to drink it and hope I won't
    die again over loving you.
    9) Loving you was the only thing,
    I felt good at.
    10) Did she also break your heart?
    11) I gave you my heart again,
    because you felt so empty.
    I did this and didn't know why.
    It took me days and months,
    morning and nights to repair my
    heart.
    12) I know if they checked for
    fingerprints in the DNA investi
    -gation of the murder to the girl
    who had a broken heart.
    They would only link it to you.
    14) Talking about this, makes
    my numbers go messed up.
    15) I think I've seen you somewhere,
    because this boy I had met to get
    over you, wore his heart on his sleeve.
    I think I found you in him.
    16) "Do you want to know how
    I got these scars?"
    I found myself swallowing down
    my pride along as my heart,
    I nearly coughed out for you
    when I nearly said I loved you.
    "Do you want to know how I got these scars?"
    From loving you.

  6. Sweden* Sweden*
    posted a quote
    September 26, 2015 8:11pm UTC
    Poem.
    1) You told me you maybe in love
    with someone, I didn't know.
    2) This may, be the first time
    I watched my heart break into
    tiny little pieces. It felt as if
    I watched a scene of a building
    collapsing like my lungs.
    3) It felt as if these days, I was
    breathless. As if, I have been
    swimming in the ocean of your
    eyes and your arms drag me back
    into a hug, I can't escape this love.
    3) You tell me, you love her eyes.
    How she smiles, and the shivers-
    goosebumps, the small hairs that
    raises up on your arm whenever
    she smiles.
    4) Have you seen a construction site
    where they surrounded the building
    with TNT? I have. It was my own heart.
    5) I tried to stay away from you but,
    it felt as if you creased a corner into
    a page of me. Wrote all the words you
    loved about her.
    6) Have I told you I loved you?
    7) I think, I should let you go.
    8) I can't find myself leaving. Help,
    I think I am drowning in my own tears.
    9) Maybe I thought I was always yours.
    That you always had saved a place, a
    chair for me to be always yours.
    Maybe I thought you were mine.
    Maybe you believed I was just your friend.
    10) You tell me, maybe you're in love
    with someone, I didn't know. So, I smile.
    Because, I thought it would have been
    better off that I never knew this person.
    So I wouldn't get myself shot, looking into
    your eyes.
    I'm helplessly in love.
    Help.

  7. Sweden* Sweden*
    posted a quote
    September 23, 2015 9:31pm UTC
    To you, in 10 awkward (trying to) explainations of how you loved me.
    1) You loved me despite knowing, I was a stick of TNT lit by two ends.
    But you did because you loved thunderstorms. I could've described
    the ways the sun and the moon collide, falling in love and how the sky
    bends exploding into pieces and falling into the ocean like Ouranos.
    The way my tears streamed down my cheeks, and the loud cry.
    2) We first met when your mountain like jaw unhinged, living like
    uphills and tumbling down for the downhills. The first words, letters
    and numbers exchanged. In ways, we loved with words. In ways, I wish
    I could've explained in person, how sometimes the starts explodes like
    fireworks and how my heart start to beat whenever you talked to me.
    3) I still don't get why you love thunderstorms.
    4) I've read books, so many books that were sad. Books that made my heart
    pour out it's own colours, but I've never read anything so sad as your eyes
    lead me to fall for you. Sad eyes, and your smiles could give me pockets fill
    -ed with your hopes and dreams that seem so fragile now.
    5) I know your favourite place is in her world, and I am the souvenier shop
    you'd often come by searching photographs of memories, hoping to find
    people who had missed you. Sometimes, I feel as I am standing on the edge
    of the docks and slowly falling into the ocean of your eyes. Tempted to drown.
    6) You loved thunderstorms because it was the sound of your first heartbreak.
    Something you never can forget and forgive cause it was a reminder every time,
    the sky exploded into million pieces of her smile, and the colour of her eyes.
    7) I have ripped parts of you out of my smile. So no one would suspect, that
    I smiled for you. That's why I have a scar on my lip, I ripped parts of you out
    of me so many times, my body is filled with invisible scars. I have bleed myself
    out, so the pieces you left in me was gone. I have never felt so empty in my life.
    8) I gave you the pieces of me. I let myself be swallowed down like a pill, in
    shame. I was hidden away like the dark secrets in the back of your head.
    9)"My mother taught me, if you repeat something over and over again
    it loses it's own meaning." My favourite poet tells everyone this and I
    realize nothing lasts forever. Loving you every day, waking up and waking
    up to the words of heartbreak. I thought if I repeated your name over and over..
    I would get the taste of it off my tongue, but I was wrong.
    10) I think I've died many deaths for you-the last death was 3 months ago.
    When the moon kissed the sun, collided together hoping their goodbyes
    will end cause I've been stuck pondering on a thought and myy lips has been
    dry, all the beauty stripped out of the world. I was stripped from the colours
    of my soul. 3 months ago, I fell in love with a soul with the colour dark blue,
    his arms swallowed me, like the waves of the oceans at night. You grew flowers
    in my lungs, and it is harder to breathe because those burning trees are in me too.
    10 awkward explanations to why you loved me, yet how you left.

  8. Sweden* Sweden*
    posted a quote
    September 6, 2015 7:26pm UTC
    Poem.
    5 steps to the right, 1 step up, turn left and walk 4 steps up; enter the..
    Hospital room.
    It was the day, you were murdered by the person we often
    called 'Death.' All the love, you recieved before seemed to
    drip down off the knife, and your chest seems so hollow now.
    It was if we were slowly leaving from the inside of your heart,
    in a single file line; I have been finding you in polaroid photo
    -graphs, hoping some map would lead me to the trace of the
    gushing wind that hit me when I was told you were gone.
    Taken away from our grasps, you were gone from this world.
    You see, you were always the person who smiled in photographs,
    smiled during the pain and smiled when you cried for home
    when we were still young, I could remember the blood rushing
    to your heart as it pump against your lungs. I can always remember
    the air exchange through your lungs to your trachea and larynx.
    I only know, it has been a while since I took a breath now. I know,
    that other people has fled away in their cars and ran away but I
    spent my past days, raising up a glass of a cold void.
    I only know I have spent days, using my veins hoping; it'll bring
    me to the borders of the countries where I found you. Parts of you,
    in the boy who sang his heart out, the girl who had the part of you
    in her smile; it felt as if your voice was held back behind her teeth.
    It was only felt like yesterday where I broke down in front of everyone.
    I have always been committed. Never in murder, I slowly realized,
    Death had always been lonely like me, but worse. I slowly realized,
    that some people's brillance can't be shown to light forever to be
    only covered by darkness. I only wish to find the parts of you, I knew.
    7 steps right, 4 steps up, turn right, 8 steps forward now, now face,
    the truth.

  9. Sweden* Sweden*
    posted a quote
    September 4, 2015 7:56pm UTC
    (no capitals intended)
    his mother asks me before i leave
    their home forever, i've lost the honor
    of being their future daughter.
    she asks me: were you ever heartbroken
    to break my little boy's heart?
    yes.
    it might had been the first time,
    i realized, i feared of oceans after
    drowning myself in the darkest
    parts in my soul, i lost my voice
    to say the words the lost boys want
    ed to hear, i gave up my voice to
    my throat which i thought was like
    a wishing well, there my voice stayed,
    to overcome my fear through oceans,
    i became the ocean. my love was like
    oceans for the boys who came into
    my arms freely like as if they wanted
    to find lost treasure in the ocean, i
    watched one by one slowly drown
    themselves trying to find their ways
    home, they were lost boys.
    I was the girl who never promised
    them, homes in my arms because..
    because, she was afraid that she would
    run off home to her parents.
    run and run and run, my mother told
    me I had strong legs and a strong
    kick ever since I was in my mom's
    belly, I realized this so many times.
    I ran so much, only wanting the boy
    to grab my arm, hold me me there;
    because my fear of oceans has seemed
    to gradually grow bigger now like
    how the lost boy's eyes dilates when
    I say,
    nothing.
    after their i love yous.

  10. Sweden* Sweden*
    posted a quote
    August 22, 2015 3:18pm UTC
    Hey guys!
    I posted the first poem of the series: Her.
    As I looked onto my profile, you had to click on the post; to see the poem itself.
    Luckily, Google drive allows you to give links to people to view it, I will put up
    all the links down below, and to maybe make it easier the file: Her. :)!
    The folder of Her :
    https://drive.google.com/folderview?id=0Bxb73RuvNy67fmpMU2h3N3pZUGc4THJfajY5NHo4MGlTZnc2Q0JVaEdtYjVLaFo0RXBONlE&usp=sharing
    However, if it does not work; please comment on this quote so I can maybe,
    try to figure something else out, for you guys to view the poems.

  11. Sweden* Sweden*
    posted a quote
    August 19, 2015 5:22pm UTC
    click to see this quote

  12. Sweden* Sweden*
    posted a quote
    August 18, 2015 6:03pm UTC
    I am sorry for not, posting any of my works on here lately!
    I've been writing a book of poems, and I am not sure if
    I should post them here. The ending of the book is in a
    story like template. ^.^ Comment down below, if I should
    post it on here.

  13. Sweden* Sweden*
    posted a quote
    August 12, 2015 6:25pm UTC
    Poem.
    He tells he love her, this is
    the millionth time again.
    She tries to grasp at the words;
    but it seems to slip out of her
    hands, going through her fingers.
    “I..” she struggles to say, the words
    can’t seem to come out of her throat.
    She wants to love him, but it feels
    like her legs are broken; and walking
    out seems impossible for her cause
    she loves him so much, that it feels;
    as if she’s being stuck in a hole.
    Unable to get out, because it seems
    to trap her in one place forever.

  14. Sweden* Sweden*
    posted a quote
    August 10, 2015 4:45pm UTC
    Poem.
    It is 11:59 pm, a minute before
    midnight and he thinks about
    her. The girl from apartment
    34b, the one who can'tt see;
    who finished studying braile,
    the day he brought her flowers.
    She called herself, Dahlia.
    Because people often claimed
    she was beautiful, but she
    was blind made her like a flower
    with no fragrance at all.
    He found himself stuck in love,
    with a girl who can never read his
    poems, if it wasn't in braile; the
    girl who smelt like rain drops.
    Sometimes, he can hear her
    sing at midnight, a song that
    can only make mockingbirds
    put their heads down in sadness,
    because she'll never know;
    he loved her.

  15. Sweden* Sweden*
    posted a quote
    August 4, 2015 11:42pm UTC
    Drabble.
    "Are you okay?" I asked for the millionth time, to my
    friend. "Yes, I am fine," my friend says in annoyance.
    Maybe, I have said, are you okay? or are you fine? too
    many times, that it began to make itself a habit. Habits
    can be the worse things, sometimes it can be the good
    things in your life that made you successful, I found my-
    self asking day by day, every day lately; if my friend was
    okay because, not everyone is okay. I came to realize that,
    maybe I asked constantly to my friends and family, because
    I had no one when I was in the dark times, no one asked if
    I was okay. I didn't want people to feel the same as I did.

  16. Sweden* Sweden*
    posted a quote
    August 1, 2015 11:09am UTC
    Drabble.
    He stands in front of her, smiling even if he had the amount of doubt in him.
    “I lo-I had a good night, with you,” he said to her. She gave him an eyes closed,
    smile, her dark eyelashes fluttered back open; “I had a good night too.”
    He couldn’t tell her, he loved her; so he’ll keep it stuck on his tongue like sleep-
    ing lambs, ready to run out like words when he does confess.
    Because, love has to do with a lot of falling for; and she, herself is afraid of
    heights. She was a beautiful mystery, kept things inside of her that no one
    could ever understand but he, is afraid of failing like the others. “I..I love you.”
    And if loving her would mean dying for him, so be it. He already fell once she said hello.
    And we humans have millions of fears, but for him loving her was one of them
    ***
    WROTE THIS EARLIER.

  17. Sweden* Sweden*
    posted a quote
    August 1, 2015 11:03am UTC
    Poem.
    You told me not to fall in love with you,
    because you knew I feared of heights.
    But, I took the fall, and found out, it wasn't
    as bad, when you took me to the beautiful
    places: museums,parks and monuments.
    Kissed me in every beautiful place, took
    pieces of me; so whenever, I came back to
    these places, the taste of you will come back
    rushing like blood in my mouth, a metallic
    taste. As if I was crushing stones, in my hands,
    it felt like it was my own heart in your hands.
    My mother warned me about people like you,
    the ones who set the fires in the forest like,
    lungs making it harder to breathe whenever
    I see you. Leaving my heart scarred, from
    the aftermath of the fire, my tears never
    burned out the fire you left inside my chest,
    my cells often rushed back to repair what
    was still burnt, but sometimes; I feel as if
    the forest fire never seemed to left all.
    You were the burning image, a word
    stuck in my throat; long dark eyelashes,
    big doe eyes, and that wide smile that
    seemed warm as the sun and fire.
    You were the reason why people were
    named after storms and hurricanes,

  18. Sweden* Sweden*
    posted a quote
    July 26, 2015 6:54am UTC
    This might be the third time,
    you've talked to me reccently;
    ever since, we've broken up.
    I've tried to remove this coffee
    stain on my white shirt, this
    represents how parts of you
    is hard to remove from my life,
    because I didn't want to let go.
    I am a coward, still am today,
    but you loved every inch of
    me so, I still love everything
    of you. From the fears, to the
    kisses you left imprinted on
    me, like unoticeable scars.
    This might be the millionth
    time, I've fell for you..Again.

  19. Sweden* Sweden*
    posted a quote
    July 25, 2015 6:31am UTC
    Poem.
    My fingers curl tightly around the rope,
    I struggle to pull myself back, as my
    own fears continue to grab at my feet.
    It gets harder to breathe, the constant
    reminder stuck in the back of my throat;
    who will talk to you today? It only get's
    harder and harder, til I slowly slide down
    the rope, my hands burning from the rope.
    It feels as if, my fingers are bleeding from the
    cuts of words, people tried to force to cut me
    into be. I pull myself up, and up. Til, I slowly
    found myself letting go and closing my eyes.
    -
    -
    -
    -
    -
    -
    To wake up, to the very next day of school,
    I meet the same people, and laugh. A fake
    smile for the people I love the most, and
    words that are controlled by my own fear
    and depression who acts like they are a
    person who has lived with me for years,
    come out for the people. With the people
    I am with, it's like I am sleeping in my own
    mind. A hollow person who speaks. I will
    never let my darkness consume me, she
    asks me, "why aren't you fighting anymore?"
    "why aren't you fighting anymore?" repeating
    and repeating. I tell her, "I am now."
    I will never be silenced by my pain.
    I'm fighting to live.

  20. Sweden* Sweden*
    posted a quote
    July 24, 2015 12:43am UTC
    Drabble.
    Your eyes widen as you've seen the world like a snow globe,
    fall from your hands. Slowly colliding onto the ground,
    I look at the side of your face, pain held back on your face,
    tightened pursed lips. I reached for your hand, linked hands
    like chains on your wrists, holding you back when you wanted
    to be free from all the pain, surrounding you. Your arms went
    limp, the only feeling I could share with you, was the friction
    between our hands. Creating fire, that would only soon hurt
    the both of us. But I held your hand anyway, continued to be
    there. Even if it'll kill me towards the end, I would turn my
    eyes downwards, to your broken world on the ground. Pieces,
    and shards of glass stood still on the floor. You fingers felt cold,
    against mine; a feeling that was always heated as we kept body
    contact. I had to go, letting go of your hand. I turned to the per-
    son who look entirely the same as me, as if we were mirrors.
    "Goodbye," I whispered;
    to the girl who I used to know, held back by chains on her wrists,
    held back by her own fears with their very own spears.

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