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guiseofaloner
You are Like a book That was unwritten Or a story My mother would repeat Like a tropical island Isolated and pristine Like a treasure The pirates have hidden Like life Thriving when it suffers Like the code In my gene Like the chaos Of the spinning universe Or the patterns Looping eternally Like a quest of the elixir Like the void Forever empty Or the nothingness That holds the universe Like night When it is silent Like a usual day In constant routine Like a labyrinth Of places in my memory You are what amnesia Remembers The pain you are Courses through my veins I remember love When it stings It's a question Nobody could answer Like the fear Sending shivers Cascading, building trust, Fitting the pieces Yet here I am Aș puzzled as a toddler For when I lost you I only found me But there's us In the space between Between the beginning And our end I would traverse us Like we’re an unfinished business Like time holding still In its permanence   Like a lost private key Locking me in Like a forgotten safe That would never open You are, Yes You are Without you I just Can never love again.
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Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 4:31 PM UTC
You Are
Tonight I bleed Bled a dark ink Bled another tear Bled my heart to numb Bled my thoughts to dumb Bled another emptiness Bled for a necessity Bled for love. Bled for you Quench my thirst. Bleed for me, Feed my hunger. Nobody understands... Why I bleed, How silence creeps, How a soul dies another deathless life.
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Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 4:54 AM UTC
Bleed
Her shape is a hidden map For hundreds of conquistadors Seeking what’s beyond her lap Owning her juvenile allure In the breadth of her landscape Her once wilderness is tamed Her soul locked in a bastille While her lone temple awaits. All she ever desires is a traveler She deemed she once knew Still, the stars won't the answer When her love is due.
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Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 4:04 AM UTC
Body
It doesn’t hurt at all! That a pirate stole my precious heart What hurts me most Is the insult to my beautiful brain. I don’t feel cheated at all, That I gave you the riches and love, How could I have known? That I'm riding the idiocy of an idiot. Yes it didn’t hurt babe! Honestly, it doesn’t hurt all. Why didn't just yet. Pretty sure it will.
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Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 11:03 AM UTC
When does it hurt?
Is it that hard to accept? That nothing is permanent. That people had to walk away. A stranger. A romance. A parent. Even a long and lasting friend. They all come and go, it hurts. As friendships build you, True friends slowly fades away Slowly in the slow decay of time.   Truth spills this bittersweet realisation. Because we live in the present And don't ever rely on memories. Time are like places and places are like trains. Stare at a familiar face at a distance, until it becomes too far to recognize. And as you reach the final destination, You forget an unreachable person. Yet the feeling remains true. Did you let go of them? Nope. Please my dear, do understand. Everyone is in transit.
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Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 10:33 AM UTC
In Transit
There’s something about writing my feelings for you. When it hurts, the pen doesn’t stop. With every stroke, it gets darker and poisonous. Until it all gets ugly, The tears smudged the ink. Because no word, no phrase can ever substitute the pain. All of them are wasted, crumpled into the shred. That’s what it’s like painstakingly thinking of you. All of the hurting, Time had made us good enough Not for each other But for ourselves. There were too many words For us to say, When all we needed are four simple words. TIME TO LET GO.
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Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 5:14 AM UTC
Letting Go
Dear life, My simple rudimentary existence Is ready to be GONE. If I’m gone, How much pain will there be, To equate the joyful memories? If the world’s an open letter, I’m unread. A bad ink, Erased. Time-worn. I’m an empty piece Of a shell Living life’s own accord. Stuck in mediocrity Whose ambition is neutered by self-doubt. When I’m gone, I’ll accept nothingness With tacit acquiescence. Would society remember The chasm of my bipolarity. Their sardonic humors, Smother me to death. Their greatness Makes me So small When I’m gone, Let them be aroused, about my idiocy. And thereafter, Let them forget, about my early demise. Let this mortal coil, be unwashed, From a colossal of insecurities. When I’m gone.
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Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 11:24 AM UTC
When I'm Gone
There are was a time, I asked the dear Sun, why can't he steal, the night away? He said, he loved the moon, he had to die, every night. But how does a star explain the loneliness I felt that day? When I loved, I never cared, the reasons why, we mattered. But when you left, I calculated chemicals and dark matter to solve a broken heart. The mystery remains in cosmos yet the pain was real enough.
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Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC
The Cosmos
I was white, Devoured with love. Touched with fire, By the sun's warm glow. Suddenly I'm red, Made to love. Where forever was devoid, By a broken heart. I was intensely saturated, by reminiscing sunsets. Finding myself, in different shades. Now am covered, with too much colors. if love exists, albeit it's half-truth.
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Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 11:23 PM UTC
Colors
What could be more romantic than the rain? It whispers words of love I longed to yearn. Out-pours noises secluding me away from time. Runs these tingling sensations like a lover on my side. Whilst I grabbed a cup of coffee, I could travel my words like music. With every droplets, the rain calls my name. Sayin' love my dear isn't made for free.
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Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 2:00 AM UTC
The Rain