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  • the_venting_poet 2w

    Back again

    I walked away
    Knowing I was exhausted
    And worn out
    From trying to deal with you




    .

    But something I thought dead
    Keeps tugging me
    Back to you
    And I don't know
    What to feel.

    ©the_venting_poet

  • the_venting_poet 11w

    Sometimes I do things, for myself.
    Even when it's with someone else.
    So don't always assume that I'm doing it for them. Or you. Or somebody else.

    ©the_venting_poet

  • the_venting_poet 11w

    What is it with my hands
    That it feels so cold
    I cannot feel at all?
    Is it something to do with my heart
    That's not just cold but old
    That has begun to crawl?

    ©the_venting_poet

  • the_venting_poet 12w

    One morning I woke up and realised that all my dreams were futile if I didn't work hard and go through all the process.
    That was the day I started walking towards my dream.

    ©the_venting_poet

  • the_venting_poet 12w

    Woke up from my nap
    And a dream
    That left my heart broken.
    -
    .

    ©the_venting_poet

  • the_venting_poet 12w

    To dream a dream

    I wish the dream wasn't just a dream!
    The dream was too good to be true that I hoped, even in my dreams, that the dream wasn't just a dream.

    ©the_venting_poet

  • the_venting_poet 13w

    Sometimes I read through my diaries
    And think,
    ,
    .

    Read my verses and go,
    ,
    ' .

    ©the_venting_poet

  • the_venting_poet 13w

    Dear Friend

    I hope I never placed you
    In a position
    Where you felt uneasy
    To share your thoughts with me.
    ,
    ' .
    ,
    '
    .

    Because my friend,
    What's a friend
    With whom you cannot share?

    ©the_venting_poet

  • the_venting_poet 13w

    But I don't want to be ordinary.
    I don't want to be a speck of dust
    Or the passing wind
    Or a flick of the hair
    Or the blink of an eye
    Or the flowing water
    Or anything that passes
    As swift as time that flies.

    I want to leave a mark,
    Something timeless,
    And phenomenal.
    Is that too much to dream of?

    ©the_venting_poet

  • the_venting_poet 14w

    Attached

    I am tied to a tree
    A strong one
    With roots in strong ground.
    I am pulled into another
    A strong one
    With roots as deep as it can be under.
    I am torn
    In between ropes
    Of truths and lies
    And attachment.
    And I cannot find myself
    For I am battered
    And tired
    Of being tied and pulled
    By winds of changes
    And all things unstable.

    ©the_venting_poet