#poeticallyundead

[dg-fragments]

You were a part of my heart till it existed, but it's not there anymore, I don't miss it but there's no you to bring me back up when I drown. All I have is your smile, your eyes and a memory that's slowly fading away, problem is I'm not fading away with it.

- DG

Inspired by the words of @poeticallyundead

[writteninjoy2]

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[lilysofthefield]

I am more than a body to send dirty pictures. I am more than a stroke to your ego. I am worth more than a halfhearted attempt at a connection. I can quake the foundation of your entire being, if only you gave me the chance.

Poetically Undead

[matthew-pasquarello]

A SCRUB IS A GUY WHO CAN'T GET NO LOVE FROM ME

[a-new-american-classic]

What is the most helpful piece of romantic advice you've ever received?

Oddly enough, it came from my dad, who’s a great guy, and great at communicating in general (I know very few people who can talk and talk and talk like my dad, and I’m pretty sure that’s where I get it from.), but he’s awful at talking about things like emotions. But years ago, he made it a point to tell me that in a relationship, you can overcome almost anything as long as you’re both able to talk about it. And you know what? That’s been proven true in every single relationship I’ve been in. The minute one of you stops communicating with the other, you’re practically taking your relationship out behind the shed and putting it down. It’s all about being open and honest with one another.

[audriwrites]

Unheard Voices

If only I had a way To amplify My voice But It remains faint Traveling infinite miles Just for you to Hear me, Them, Us, He, We The voices Of the lost   Lend us your ear Open your mind See with your heart And may our voices Become painstakingly clear Over the everyday blues The what ifs The confusion The grief The strife And Anything else That deters you From Hearing me, Them, Us, He, We The voices Of the lost   We are calling to you From a land Completely occupied With unheard voices To speak…   You need to know We Forgive you We only want to Grant you Peace From the pain Of our innocent blood Shed in the name of “fear” And uncertainty Because certainly You couldn’t possibly Be Our mothers Fathers Brothers Sisters Sons Or daughters For they cringe at every Loving memory Those you never knew Because of things You assumed you knew about me Them, Us, He, We   If only we had a way To amplify Our voices But They Remain faint Trapped Reverberating sound waves Infinite miles away Longing for you to Hear them, Us, He, We The voices Of those lost In the name of uncertainty

[audriwrites]

America the Beautiful

It’s my home The land I have always known Yet I am a foreigner Category unknown For what is a person Born in a country For which disregards American As a race But In it’s face We take no shame So I check the box They tell me to claim And all they want Is to be apart To Come along for the ride And now time Resembles smog The world unclear Governed by men You see A Man A person Like me But With Unfair, Misguided, Selfish, And Self-preserving Perceptions And they fight for equality I guess for everyone Well maybe not me Because I can’t see Peace Where there is uncertainty But That’s the price we pay For liberty Freedom In the land that once governed slavery And Now The price of freedom Comes accompanied With misery But America is Beautiful Can’t you see?

[audriwrites]

Lost Ones

Like sheep Without it’s heard Meandering In the woods Are The Lost ones   Anxiety stricken souls Whose Heartbeat slows Unsure of the unknown Are The Lost ones   Where people Like sheep Lack direction So They keep Following old traditions Conservative convictions And progress Steadily Digresses Far from liberation In the Land of the free So Free Or Liberty Only applies To one kind And humanity Has flat line In a world where peace Is only granted To those on their knees And We That’s all encompassing Are The Lost ones