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jobeth-bufi
jobeth-bufi
a mess that writes about more mess. the problem child. chaotic and shame less.
Two to three inches off the ground The face touches the floor Without nothing to catch you Slow motion dancing leaves Falling down the ground, Unrequited feelings don’t work that way It’s like a car crash, you can’t tell when it’s coming Like a hurricane, you know the signs but you still choose to get hit You could have saved yourself But you decided to take the risk Until you realized you were stupid enough that you did What a disaster my heart was left
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May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 12:00 AM UTC
Lost Hope
Eyes you’ve once met, and hands you’ve once touched How did it feel? To only ever remember them Like the way disasters come crashing in And having to feel to never have it back again, Or is it a fairy tale scene, and what you thought was happily ever after Is a sudden slap from reality that good times never last? But in all your heart, you swear to the heavens, It wasn’t that bad, it was the best thing Even in the worst times, the only thing you could ever hope for Is that magically all those memories rewind back And that you could grasp once more the things that you didn’t And live through a parallel life, where it could have gone your way But life is like a breaking glass, a breaking never returning wrath One day you are happy, and the next it’s gone, I live for today and that’s all that ever mattered But from time to time, I turned my head slightly To say that I wished I have lived and stayed a little longer in that place called past, For all the gods in heaven, I stake my life for the future, Because I never know what is ahead, so I walk with ease, And trust in what I believe is an instinct and the love for the adventure, Regrets? I could have some, but I never did regret holding that hand, Never had I regret looking into those eyes, I’m glad for today just to reminisce.
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May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 9:42 PM UTC
Memento
I’m no engineer, not a mechanic, not even a technician, How do I mend these broken pieces? There’s no god **** program to re-run this malfunctioning heart That I can’t even shape and mold back There is no elixir, no spell, no band aid, no shortcut, no hint, no time span, To tell when this pain will go away, it stays every day, reminding me that I’m alive, Bending, writhing as I try to take it away myself, if only I knew love would be this painful, I could have decided never to have loved anyone as much as I could because there’s nothing left of me That I can hold on to, These ruins I call a heart No architect could even muster, one an artist could never admire, But one only a writer could appreciate and write about, There is no escape from this breaking reality, It’s been so dark, and the only light I’ve seen has perished with the soul that was once brought to life, What more is there that I can grasp that could fill the voids of this vacuum I call a heart? My fingers try to run through and feel in this decaying, eroding temple, Where these thoughts on paper find home, A sanctuary of a train of thoughts that never stop for a soul, These feet can’t support all the agony, unlike my shoulders that carry the weight of the universe on each, Yet this intellect I have, only could explain these ink jots on paper, Words I could never speak, only numbing my mouth, I silently utter, Finger tips reach out to thy but there’s no saving me, Of what sight you can see is all that remains of me, The insides of this wall of flesh is dead, I’ve been trapped in this bed
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May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 9:29 PM UTC
Untitled
I’m no engineer, not a mechanic, not even a technician, How do I mend these broken pieces? There’s no god **** program to re-run this malfunctioning heart That I can’t even shape and mold back There is no elixir, no spell, no band aid, no shortcut, no hint, no time span, To tell when this pain will go away, it stays every day, reminding me that I’m alive, Bending, writhing as I try to take it away myself, if only I knew love would be this painful, I could have decided never to have loved anyone as much as I could because there’s nothing left of me That I can hold on to, These ruins I call a heart No architect could even muster, one an artist could never admire, But one only a writer could appreciate and write about, There is no escape from this breaking reality, It’s been so dark, and the only light I’ve seen has perished with the soul that was once brought to life, What more is there that I can grasp that could fill the voids of this vacuum I call a heart? My fingers try to run through and feel in this decaying, eroding temple, Where these thoughts on paper find home, A sanctuary of a train of thoughts that never stop for a soul, These feet can’t support all the agony, unlike my shoulders that carry the weight of the universe on each, Yet this intellect I have, only could explain these ink jots on paper, Words I could never speak, only numbing my mouth, I silently utter, Finger tips reach out to thy but there’s no saving me, Of what sight you can see is all that remains of me, The insides of this wall of flesh is dead, I’ve been trapped in this bed
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Ten, twenty, thirty two, I want to play a game with you, Hide and seek, you may not peek, Hello, this is your pursuer, The game is over, Yet I will follow, and see you cower, Admire you more, just like a flower, Weep, weep little girl, You are my little pearl, A prized possession that is true, The demon deep inside of you
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May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 9:02 PM UTC
Revelation
Stretching up tiny little fingers to the sky, Weeping out, forcing these unsaid words into the gut, Breaking all 206 fragments of me, Refusing to raise the white garment that declares, It’s not yet over, I will soar higher. Somewhere out of reach, Where the eye can never meet, But first, I’ll be sober, From all the despair, Take a sip of honesty, that’s all I need.
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Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC
A Shot of Reality
Walking too many miles, Carrying your weight on my shoulders, Hand in hand, we watched all their smiles, Months turned into years, Invisible and unnoticed by the eye, Friends? We never were, You whisper reasons for me to cry, Slipping away every single time, running away… Two, Three, Four… Unchaining and breaking off, yet still clinging on what’s left of me, Let go, Let go, Let go, I can’t.
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Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 9:36 AM UTC
The One That Holds Me Dearest
Brittle, crumbling, falling apart, Piecing together, mending a heart, Frustration, a manifestation of agitation, Ponder, wonder, lost in thought, Finding a riddle, unsolved, Break into losing wits, yet you still sought, An unorganized, horrible mess, nozzle your love, flaws you caress, Don't do this darling, on shaking knees, Insanity is all I could feed, I am not the saving grace that you need
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Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 9:04 AM UTC
OCD
Noisy streets, smokey trail, Passing by, stare into the nothingness, remembering all the fail, Oh child, dont point a finger at your stress, unanswered futures in the mail, Pity those perched lips finding ears to confess, fragile as you can be, but no, stay dormant, Demanding, unending melancholy, force these dreams you dont own, Crumble down at depression's feet, Losing the ideal curve painted in a canvass of purple and blue, Farewell child, farewell, Enclosed in time and space shadows embrace, You'll never wallow out, withered within, But your exterior alive, Plunged in red and clear white, no escape, Devastated and shattered, Thats what the reflection defines, Goodbye sweet little child, never sleep tight, but say goodnight.
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Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 7:50 PM UTC
Broken Dreams