Dancing at night in dark blue denims.
You left the taste of lemon
in my mouth when you asked me to drink it.
I smiled out loud when I heard of your visions.

Dancing in the diner parking lot.
The cheap speaker you brought
is still playing our music.
I yelled that we were infinite just like you taught.

Dancing at the railway station by rail cars.
Looking at the stars,
thinking about which ones we belong.
I point to a pretty pair and you smiled at the dark.

Society is a being,
A breathing, living thing,
It’s skin is always cold,
It does not wish to let me be known,
For it needs me to fulfill its will,
But I want to abandon it so,
For it’s claws are deeply rooted
Into my fragile skin,
It does not care if I bleed,
But I cannot find myself in leave, for
It’d tear me terribly thin.
Freedom is an indifferent escape away,
But until one jumps, all will stay,
And so I will live out the same day,
Over and over again,
Thus is the wail of the proletariat,
Living as undying strays.

In a Blink

Everything can Sink

Await

And See things reciprocate

Certainty is a Myth

Emotions per second Flip

Thoughts twist with every beat

Life judging statements

mould in its own intense heat

In a Blink

The Pain you Drink

Crystal Heart that Sink

Brings you to a Link

A link to The Supreme Power

A link to seeking answers  you desire

In midway of right and wrong

Here You find your Song

A Song of Serene Peace

Lyrics flow with Rising Breeze

In a Blink

You find a Link

A Link to an Uncertain Certainty

Await

And See Serenity reciprocate

you have to take
me right now from this
dark and scary and cold
life now

Shame.
When you're on the cold tiles,
sweat dripping to the floor,
throat raw and burning,
fingers covered in bile.

Shame.
When you open the fridge door,
the contents staring back at you, white
light spreading over the room;
a taunt at your weakness.

Shame.
When you put your clothes back on,
the mirror knows your secrets,
you, in all your unfailing misery,
stare back.

Shame.

She eats you away but you won't.

In my life I need someone like you
and I think you do too
Someone to share
Someone to care

In my life I need someone like you
and I know you do too
Someone to wipe the tears
Someone to laugh and cry through all the years

Will you look at stars
When you think of me?
Will you love yourself
will you do it for me?
Will you hold my hand
When you walk with me?
Will you smile at me
Will you just be there?
Will you walk alone
And not be sad?
Will you laugh out loud
will you do it for me?

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

angels of the solstice
gather on exalted cloudways
and descend as lavender whirlwinds
bejewelling leafless trees
with melting ice and dew
adorning in silence

they beckon verdant spring
when shimmering moonlight
will cease to glister on diamond snow
and winter's heliotrope gowns
shat withdraw into sapphire pillows
and then into silver streams of resignation

the tissue-paper sky is a luminous dome
veined with gold and pearl anticipation
the meadows are yet gossamer blankets
that drink the sound of the red cardinal
like a sacrificial drop of blood on the velvet-white alter
offered for the birth of the first tender snowdrops

Boris on the air and
there's virus everywhere,
but he's telling us that we
are nearly there,

not sure where there can be,
but it's nowhere near here
because
we're still wearing masks
knitted from our fear
and
there's talk of mutant strains
it could be
ninja's coming up from drains,

but there's always Boris on the air
telling us that we are nearly there.

Isn’t it funny,
The happiness we pretend to have
Is the very thing
Holding us back from living.

"The placid lakes are filled with the tears of those-
in mourning
The rolling oceans are the turbulent , healing answer-
of a benevolent God in wind sprayed glory" ....

you confirmed all of my horrors
when you said you can't touch me sober

“Falling in love” is a contradiction in itself, because in love there is only the rising, the ascending, not the falling.
You can not fall in love, but rather, rise.

there are two types of sadness

there’s the kind of sadness
we ignore and
try to get rid of it
by finding new things to do
or we find someone to talk to
by blatantly avoiding any type of conversation
about feeling sad
about having any feelings at all
and then there’s that kind of sadness
that takes over
and it consumes any activity we do
we know it’s there
and there’s no possible way to avoid it
so we feed it exactly what it wants
it craves the sad music
it craves the isolation
it craves the anxiousness
and the sadness comes storming in
it has no manners
here we are calling sadness, an “it”
when all it is
is a feeling
that most people
call home

Yesterday I sat

between the arms of

my loving mother,

the tree ! O tree !

Fail to realise I sat

unaltered untarnished

And do you know

What I saw!

The sun was trying to

lug the waters of the tarn

amidst which

was I and you together.

The eagle
brushstroked black
talons to beak
broke red blue  
in the white sky
tiny scarlet prey
fought and died
in once soft grasp
matron touch
a child freely
loved plumped fed and feathered
in aerie
tall safe high from
screech and whoop
the drop to the
loops of barbed wire below

trust.
i trust so many people
i trust so easily
i have expectations for ppl
but in the end
all i get is nothing
all i am always gonna get is nothing.
so why do i keep hurting myself?
why do i expect things for others
why do i trust?
i know trust has a price
but the more i pay, the less i get back.

Your kiss was an uncontrollable waterfall
Overflowing with nothingness and everythingness

Peace cannot be borrowed,
it should be born.

The seriousness of spring.
Determination of seeds
breaking open.
The rest...no.

It's 11:11
and for the first time
after a very long time
I'm wishing for myself
and not for you

Today it would’ve been your birthday.
I would’ve made a handmade card for you as always
signed with a “love you” phrase and painted bouquets
together with some real tulips.
It would’ve been a perfect day.

But it is not the same this year,
I am alone and you’re not there.
God had another plan.

You taught me to be brave
and faced with trouble never to complain.
Even while fighting so much pain
you were a rainbow after rain.
You taught me on a stormy day to be a wave.

But it is not the same this year,
I am alone and you’re not there.
And out of habit I have made your card.

She cries in secret at night
It makes her stronger
She inhales the pain of the past into her lungs
And breathes out as floods swarm her warm cheeks
She imagines all the times she found love,hate, desperation, happiness and peace
And wishes she could have a taste of them moments again

Oh darling, that's such a lovely vase,
It's a waste that you keep it hidden away.
Why don't you take it out of that obscure place,
And put it by the window to catch the sun's rays?
I'll go out and buy flowers today,
To add some color to your life
That is gray.

Jesus Christ, mom!
I already told you,
It's a ****.

-SLuR

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems like *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.

I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

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