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Oh, at long last, I’ve found you, Although, the news Ain’t so good, Seems you found love…   You seem happy, And so fulfilled But did I think that, You’d be lonely,
A blurry future isn't a motivation to do better But leave today better than yesterday And even though we don't know what tomorrow looks like Make sure you go at it with your all
I was twelve years too late. Or perhaps you were twelve years too soon. Yet, your melodies, Your soul, Your sheer passion and enchant,
Nervous pangs and tattering thoughts The impending terror of my dreams lay before me. Psychology tells physiology to shut its mouth but biology gives in: Close my eyes and count to three  
It's been almost a year That's three-hundred-sixty-five days since the last time I saw you Since the last time you had life inside you. I remember the wires, the hoses, the machines
Seeking a connection to you is like reaching out to grab the air.  As I fall down a 20 foot cliff. -Where are you now?
I see you running through the rain   I know its a stretch Even for my fantastical childish dreams But I still can see it  
Now
You will leave me, we will part, We will bid our last goodbyes.  There will be lonely nights, And days of missing, But not now.  Because right now I am here, And you are here In my arms.
Painting Greys
i still sleep with the light on in hopes it will travel through my ears into my dreams faster than the train did
Dear Grandma, I love you so much. You practically raised me. You called me your favorite. Things aren't going too well for you right now. You're always sick, passing out. You're nearly blind, and you don't remember me.
I know you don’t understand this, but my heart thinks about you literally every second when I’m not talking with you.  
Dear Sasha,   Today I walked along the edge of the harbor In Medemblik, the Netherlands, With my grandmother's arm in mine. I noticed a boat among the others That looked like nothing extraordinary
I long to see your face, To hear your voice, But that will never be the case.   I want to pull you into an embrace, Squeeze you tight, For all the negatives to be erased.  
I get a call around midnight delivering the news. My father has died, I can’t be told how until I am 18. My world feels broken now, and I don’t know how I am supposed to deal with it. I don’t sleep that night.
A nuisance, a loud crying baby, I can’t express how annoyed you made me, But I was young and I didn’t know, That you were a blessing in disguise before you had even grown, A shoulder to cry on,
My love, is it you? i do not want to loose your soul for another because of blindness. am i blind? I miss you but i cannot remember who you are and loneliness
the wavering tree the rolling stone  the shaking plea  a place called home  a hopeless need  chilled to the bone  a want for warmth  and a shoulder to cry on. to get out of the storm,
Fairy Tales Are written about princesses With magic and love. But people forget about those who don’t get happy endings.
Does anyone care what goes on anymore? Children are fragile beings of the earth. They abused and locked behind closed doors, Kidnapped and killed just after day of birth.  
Half past twelve Ticking began Surrounded by waves In lengths that fade Silence screamed And my heart gave way To the beast inside Never felt this way
I knew I knew I loved you when I realized my favorite thing about you was your smile and the way it could light up the darkest rooms in my mind
Lonely on the inside Can't seem to find my way   Thought this time was suppose to be Time that I'd find me   Forget about what pushed me gone I let go, and I was done  
Sometimes the hardest thing Is to look in the mirror To face the broken smile The empty blue eyes That once held the oceans.
Knowing that I could see your face Or I could hear your laugh Being with you Wakes me up   Your fingers intertwined with mine
Where are you now? You promised to always be by my side. You promised to never leave You said this day will never come But yet, you had to leave Why? Why are you gone? What did I do wrong?
As I hold the Pen in my hand And the Ink flowing from the tipWhile I Write the Words that flowFrom my Heart to my handI get frustrated.Writing was Never Frustrating.It Never used to
I’d try to find you in the stupidest places, I’d be watching a movie and find you, I could find you in the street lights, or reflecting off the lake, or in the smoke that pours out of my cigarette,
I suppose I would like You to know that I am sorry. That’s how all apologies and the like are supposed to begin, With that admission of guilt or regret or something that tastes like bile
My little love so far above. I do miss your loving kiss.   The night is full of scars without you my little star. You were my rock the key to my lock   I may be a monster
The stars shone brightly in your eyes;A beautiful display.How I wish right here and now,You were here today.
Today is just another day, walking past old friends. Hearing people laugh at you as you walk past. Having to face your fears in front of everyone. Listing to the rumors about you,knowing they arent true.
At night I feel you hold me,Whispering all the things you never told me.When I wake up you'll be goneBut for now, I dream on.
1) you scroll through the emails exchanged late at night. well, it was late for you. He was just waking up; you could only imagine his tired eyes and sleepy voice  
The last thing I'd thought I had lost, my thick oversized journal I wished I had it then, And not stacked in boxes, my hubby has his prized books in Those infallible words, and thoughts, and reflections and poems
You
Shakespeare once said that “it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.”  But he couldn’t predict the empty nights laying in bed wishing you were next to me.
and our love story is different. we didn’t end badly or terribly. we didn’t end hating each other or regretting once said promises. we ended by force.  
If I showed you the happiness that you do to me, would you stay? Even just for one more day. Cause I know I'm a wreck lately, and I've been nothing but a pain. Do we have anything left to gain?
I don't belong in heaven, I'm not accepted in hell, I'm neither angel, nor demon, I don't belongin the human realm. I have some power, and nothing to give. I have a life, whith nothing for which to live.
She's gone. Nostalgia comforts as I'm consumed by my thoughts By her lingering aroma Sage, sassafras, and cinnamon drifting in the wind As I sit by our favorite willow tree
Mi Sol, Oh how I miss Your mysterious brown eyes Like a dark starless night. I love how you rub your scruffy beard Upon my soft, gentle cheek.  
Christmas Lights, Whose power so bright. But not brighter than the grimaces hung from every face in sight. Joyous music fills the air, Holiday decorations fashioned everywhere. But not a holiday spirit can be found, not here, nor there.
Dismember me Pull me apart piece by piece Torture me Hear my screams Break me   Then put me back together
She took her tea with sugar this timeand waited for him to call.The gate made creakings on its hingesbut he made no sound at all.
You watch me but I know its cause you love me. I wish I could have gotten to know you better But we connect in spirit Mama cries every night for you
Your hands run through my hair Your piercing eyes searching mine For what, I do not know Nor do I know what you will find.   Maybe you see the way I adore you My thoughts always wandering back to you
Boomerang, boomerang, where are you? I threw you away when I didn't need you. You needed my hands to hold you, but I did not want to. Now you're far, far away where I cannot find you.
When memory calls upon me I sit to remember Joyous or Melancholy Awake or in slumber The sights I have seen The things I have known The people I’ve loved Even though some are gone  
I am enigma, 
The last time we kissed was two years ago.I didn't know it would be our lastI think I would have done it differently if I didA fleeting peck right before I left?That's not how I wanted our last moment to be
I set out this night, my mission was small,  I wanted to get a glimpse of the moon. Now I know the moon meant nothing at all, It was a means for me to be with you.  
I howl in my head before I sleepHowl so loud, afraid it will be heard
I miss the blue in the sea I miss the garden home to me I miss it, I miss it.
I woke up craving you. What is really new? I love you, But do you really love me too?   Or is that just more lies that I believe when looking into those pretty hazel eyes.
Now it's been weeks since I have shed a tear for "you," But tonight I saw a distant memory that carried me away, Into a deep blue sky of long-past, whimsical dreams I once shared with a girl I once knew.
The thread that ties me to you Is soaked in ether and stretches even deeper. This thread is of the worst kind of blue, Even though it was your favorite hue. It's purple in the right light,
Down in the meadow there lays a secret
Oh my darling, please don’t Don’t let depression sear your heart I know it’s hard to say goodbye But sometimes friends must part  
She is ready to start over  Ready for a new day
So I say goodbye to the daylight, To the sun I bid adieu,
You killed my confidence and left me crawling— Not that I was old enough to know before That it’s okay to love myself and someone else At the same time with nothing to be sorry for.  
Is it still just a game—? When you’re holding me close underwater And I’m wondering how long you’ll let me wait Before I turn around to see you face to face In the dark, alone and falling
I gaze up at you everyday Wondering what goes through your mind.  
Back in the day i wouldnt even know this is you Every move, every word is brand new Your love for me you aint even gotta prove cause you see it in me, i see it in you
Was walking down the hall It was just the other day Caught a whiff of something there What it was, I couldn’t say But when I held my breath in And didn’t take another 
Are we really meant to move ahead All the things holding us back, sometimes I just lay in bed The war, the debt, the things we can't change I'd speak about it but get labeled insane  
I started just like any other clean and pure and a heart that was whole Innocence started to fleet learned to walk on my own two feet
Your mouth was like poison
Too many nights my mind wanders travelling to where my lost possessions are now. Ordinary belongings. A blue hoodie. Hairties. Pencils and pens. Then instead of wandering to unknown destinations,
There is a yard And a great tall tree Instructing what to draw and write There is a fence of chain Between the lilacs and me There is a garden That only grows dirt
Home is a small place that somehow still has room for everyone. Home is filled with strangers. Definition: Family you've yet to come to know. 
Every atom of me misses every atom of you, dear. 
I dream of being in your arms, Laying my head across your chest. I slowly wake up and, half asleep I can still feel you as you rest. We're together, just us two I hug you tight and won't let go,
It's 3am and I'm starting to wonder if this storm is outside my window or inside of my chest because I miss the thunder of your breath against my neck and the way your  fingers pour into me
   Before the fourth of July. I never knew pain so severe. Expecting a few firework shows with enjoyable sound. The bright vivid colors seem to amaze us all and make the little kids go wild. Instead i ended up with the opposite.
    He moved, slowly, into the silence   And I haven’t seen him since.   Do I stay or do I part?   The decision will come from my heart.  
We not together but I love what we got but I can tell the vibe is gone when the text messages start getting short and the phone calls stop being long
In a poem I once read
First, you lost your mind  and I tried to help you but you were already  gone.   Next, you lost your voice there was nothing to do but watch you.  
Days, Weeks, Months, They pass. And I wait. I wait on you. I wait on a FaceTime,  A call, Some word. But you don't call. You don't FaceTime, You send no word.
I turn on the radio and that same song you sung brings back memories of you being gone. Every time I saw you I felt as if I was in a dream, but now that it's over I know it was just a scheme.  
Morning is a Widow An Original Poem By Catelin Haight   Morning is a widow
i can't remember how many day's it's been.
Saying goodbye is never easyIt always comes sooner than we intendThey make our insides uneasyBecause we don't know when the missing will stop and decend
Misty night, the road seemed to be sparsely coated with broken glass. The scent of rain and smoke quietly wafting in my noise, I could feel the heaviness of the air pressure in my lungs.
fades like the memories of our love, drawn on the sand on the beach that night ,washed in the memories of my tears that night 2 year on
You
Help me sing your lullaby                                            and                                                     kiss                                                                  me like you mean it.
My heart hurts because I've been missing you so much. I know I can never get you back Because,you're Gone I cry next to your ashened body I hug the box with my life NEVER wanting to let go
Dear Mom,     Hi.     Wow. This is Hard.
I tried to give you a chance. All you wanted to do was play games. My love out in the open; obvious at first glance. I fell for the charm; the way you said my name. The way you held yourself. I was blinded.
Even if it is the perfect time for  Your intrepid morning coffee, It's not so great for the threads of wonder That spun in your mind last night But eventually helped you to K.O
Old crumpled up paperAll the old letters,which collect dust in the boxThe box under the bed that I no longer look inThe one full of old memoriesThe memories that don’t seem to be anything anymoreThe old photos,Pictures of people I used to know,Fac
The night creeps up and it stings because it reminds me of the things that we used to mutter and sigh, laugh and cry to each other.   The daylight shines out our pain, Oh, but the night, 
I’ll Never See Your Face Again   I close my eyes and try to remember your face Every detail Every shade The pain swells up as I know                 I will never see that face again.
There are days when i hate missing you more than otros Why? Because on those days i want nothing more than, to dig my fingers into the roots of your hair, bringing your mind
(we are) 1,300 miles away from each other so far but if we look up at the sky at the same timeit is the same nightthere are (the same stars)the same questions
It is hard knowing we’re this far apart, doing nothing, but missing each other.   The space between seems simply elongated, making it hard to think properly.   Want you here, holding me in your arms;
I reflect. I dream. I speak. I desire.  How does it even compare? A broken heart? A summer's day? They are all the same. We wander. We drift. We run. We crave.
Did you think I didn’t care? Care that you breathe Care that I can’t feel you Wrap your arms around me   Because I do care   I care that you exist I care about what you have to say
A small little place is where I grew up, with a few close friends at my side. And on summer nights we'd walk the town, and watch the stars spread wide. So numerous and beautiful, my soul was filled with awe.
I miss you even if I don't know who you are.I miss your face and your voice and your smile and you.
*for my mother*    Yellow light casts its glow across the halls, ghoulish, Empty except for the sounds of whirring machines and soft feet. The halls open into a room where skeletons reside,
Iridescence I long to feel you,       every day that you have been gone. Your clothes stay folded in your drawers,       my phone never rings,             your drum set collects dust,
Tears burn my gentle face What hurts me the most Is knowing there's nothing I can do But look up at the midnight sky And pray you know how much I miss you My first heartbreak and you weren't there
If you were here It would all be different The way the leaves fall off the trees They could glide the way lips graze over teeth in smiles
It’s in the broken hours of the night that minds pace through hallways of a never-ending maze Sleep is just the prize of a game we barely play We don’t need to close our eyes to see what we fear
How much do I love you? How much do you care? What I would do for just your kiss and your stare? These questions frequently run through my mind. Sometimes it scares me, I wish I could hide.
For every thought that I think of you For every poem that comes through For all of the longing it's worth For all of the past time spent For all is which that isn't there worth?
You extracted all the good from your heart, and injected yourself into my veins. As your love flowed through me I was overcame with a surge of euphoria, a rush so powerful it left my palms sweaty and my mouth dry.
I just want to know, how far this poem will go. Will it reach you at sea? Will you be thinking of me? Will you hear it in your sleep? Will you think about about it when you weep?
Every time I fall asleep The memories all start to creep Memories of you and I It hurt too much, to say goodbye But farewell at least To what, the man, a beast Called by a name, a name of man
I miss you very much, But you’re never coming back. In this world of color, Yours is solid black. I don’t know what happened, I just know you’re not here. I remember all the good times
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