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luisa-c
luisa-c
21/F Words and writing anything sets my mind free.
I tiptoe around the world like I'm afraid to wake it up, to draw attention to the clicks my shoes make Silence does pervade while I sit idle on the sidelines, never close to the centre, here it is safe In the background I fade, observant but cautious, already weary of this life and all its pains But here is a new day; flickering eyelids do perceive it; as long as I'm here I'll muse but not participate I tiptoe around the world, not only to leave it undisturbed, but to keep my soul still full with the smallest ray
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Jul 12, 2023
Jul 12, 2023 at 2:51 AM UTC
I tiptoe around the world
What a thief, a robber Snatching away the precious You hedonistic hoarder Reducing beauty to mere corpses You scoundrel, you criminal Plucking memories from unknowing brains Cold, uncaring, terrible Burning down the smallest speck to flames Everything stained by your touch Slowly disintegrates into dust Those unfortunate to witness your power Trudges through every day, every hour Forced to undergo the withering of bones No warning, no apology, just more tomorrows Acknowledge you do not, of the misery you inflict Pain and strife is naught, but a side effect of your whims Imprisoned in your snare, only one path to walk Forever forwards while death looms and stalks Escape through only its means, and only on its terms Sadistic torturer queen, reigning your kingdom of hurt So shall we put you on trial, for your innumerable crimes Send you to the gallows, compensation for all those who die By your hands we hope to declaw, by your malicious laws Entropy wins and defeats, we cower to the floor As long as you exist, it can always be ensured We shall remain your victims forevermore
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Mar 5, 2023
Mar 5, 2023 at 9:22 AM UTC
time
An angel kissed me last night Floating from the ceiling he glowed Cast the room in a shimmering light Bathing the darkness with hope Levitating off my half awaken form With scarcely any movement made Gradually luring me from my slumber To see his enchanting face His softened eyes, his smile sweet As he extended a delicate hand Fingertips gently caressing my cheek A wordless greeting, a subtle command His wings surrounded and enveloped us Brushstrokes of feathers glimmering white While the halo on his head was set ablaze Spellbinding me without any fright I sought his embrace, starstruck by his grace As he leant down and brought his lips to mine He gave me a kiss so warm and divine Melting with devotion into the sublime But his body was fading in and out of the air A wisp of a silhouette in the atmosphere My hands desperately hunted through the dark To hold him close before he disappeared "Come back," I whispered. "Please stay with me." But he vanished then without a goodbye Gifting me with the memory of his touch Lingering on my skin from that night I cherish dear and precious in my heart When I found relief there in his arms
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May 12, 2022
May 12, 2022 at 5:17 PM UTC
angel
I want the air to surround me, hug me, losing myself in its invisible arms and therefore finding something meaningful in its transparent substance. I do not want to cower from the implications that I am so dependent on this traceless vapour. Make me crave you, I think, hoping it hears my wish, welcome me as I so desperately want to welcome you. So I stand paralysed staring into the unknown, the endless vortex of existence, hypnotising me with its mystery, torment and beauty, divinity, chaos and serenity; the paradox of living and reality. To be a human is to be a reflection of the dazzling mess of life; how can I not take in the wonders of the universe each time I inhale? My breath is power, the air my hero, it gives me strength even in times I fight ruthlessly against it. What is this strange instinct, this stubborn ingrained desire, this anonymous impulse that never changes or falters? Why won't it tell me what it's here for, why it persists, I want to be informed on what it has to offer me. So show me, I say to nothing, come out and reveal your secrets, stop your hiding and give me everything there is to know, consume, devour. I want to be nourished with it, overwhelmed with it, so show me that this life is worth living. The vast and depthless road of reality stretches out for so long it scares me, the plethora of choices, unlimited possibilities, fear traps me, foolishly, I allow it to strike me in every way, shape and form even when I told it to do everything it can to excite me. It kept its promise well it seemed, it obeyed my order, now I'm stuck between two states, helpless and frozen. It turns out I'm not really sure I can handle it. It turns out I'm not really sure what I want, ever.
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May 1, 2022
May 1, 2022 at 4:08 PM UTC
paradox.
I want the air to surround me, hug me, losing myself in its invisible arms and therefore finding something meaningful in its transparent substance. I do not want to cower from the implications that I am so dependent on this traceless vapour. Make me crave you, I think, hoping it hears my wish, welcome me as I so desperately want to welcome you. So I stand paralysed staring into the unknown, the endless vortex of existence, hypnotising me with its mystery, torment and beauty, divinity, chaos and serenity; the paradox of living and reality. To be a human is to be a reflection of the dazzling mess of life; how can I not take in the wonders of the universe each time I inhale? My breath is power, the air my hero, it gives me strength even in times I fight ruthlessly against it. What is this strange instinct, this stubborn ingrained desire, this anonymous impulse that never changes or falters? Why won't it tell me what it's here for, why it persists, I want to be informed on what it has to offer me. So show me, I say to nothing, come out and reveal your secrets, stop your hiding and give me everything there is to know, consume, devour. I want to be nourished with it, overwhelmed with it, so show me that this life is worth living. The vast and depthless road of reality stretches out for so long it scares me, the plethora of choices, unlimited possibilities, fear traps me, foolishly, I allow it to strike me in every way, shape and form even when I told it to do everything it can to excite me. It kept its promise well it seemed, it obeyed my order, now I'm stuck between two states, helpless and frozen. It turns out I'm not really sure I can handle it. It turns out I'm not really sure what I want, ever.
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i want to lose my breath kissing your lips, floating over the ocean before we start to sink. the mystery in your eyes, softness in your fingertips, inviting me in with a pull of my hips. i want to lose my mind to your voice, surrendering to the words of your choice. the orders you give, the melody in the noise, offering us a chance to rejoice. i want to lose my control in your hands, melting the instant i catch your glance. the directions you imply, the motion of the dance, obeying every one of your commands. i want to lose my body in your touch, trembling hopelessly in your clutch. the smoothness of our skin, overflowing with want, levitating freely until we get enough. i want to lose my heart to your desire, merging our souls so they can shine. the soaring of our spirits, burning eternally bright, glowing with tangible love every night.
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Mar 23, 2022
Mar 23, 2022 at 12:46 PM UTC
lost (and found)
Why, I ask the sheets of my bed, the warmth of the covers on me, the pillow rested comfortably. Why, I ask the shadows in the corner of my room, the specks of paint on my walls, the chipped wood on my door. Why, I ask the hour of midnight, the endless well of darkness, the undisrupted quietness. The flickers of a flame, the ripples of an ocean, the peak of a mountain, the trunk of a tree, the sand of a beach, the coldness of snow, the petals of a flower, the whistling of a breeze. Why, I ask the world. But it keeps its lips sealed tight.
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Jan 11, 2022
Jan 11, 2022 at 4:00 AM UTC
earthly mysteries
words of venom dripping with poison tongue armed with blades sharpened words of contempt soaked in malice and barely unrestrained violence directed at the unsuspecting victim darts hurled as hard as i can throw them piercing deep and scarring wide tearing through layers of fragile pride words of disgust burning with scorn lips parted for a torrent of rage words of hatred snarled in distaste and unleashed from the tongue’s cage aimed with precision and thoughtless indulgence a gleeful abundance of countless insults surging restlessly and encouraging the feed the ardent addiction of foolish greed but the words always manage to come back recoiling at first then ready to attack because they bounce off the surface of the mirror the reflection of my face as they cut deeper sinking inside to wrench a hand round my throat stopping my breath to not further demote but the words always inflict the damage intended and here they seep into my subconscious watch them spread, watch them burrow and feel them multiply my sorrows because the words are always present at any time they, after all, come from my own mind.
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Nov 4, 2021
Nov 4, 2021 at 12:43 PM UTC
words
i am in a constant state of grief for a past i cannot get back to for a future that will never arrive for moments that have faded for promises stuck in time. i am in a perpetual state of longing for a past that won't return for a future that will never materialise for memories that have hidden for hopes that turned into lies. i am in a permanent state of desire for a past that shows no mercy for a future that will never be realised for happiness that has wandered for dreams that have lain to die.
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Oct 28, 2021
Oct 28, 2021 at 2:44 PM UTC
grief
The afternoon sun slides over the horizon, giving the sky a kiss goodbye and leaving the clouds blushing pink, floating with bliss as they watch the sun sink It switches places with the moon who gives the sky a kiss hello and is greeted with the stars' glow Millions of dreamy eyes watch from below as they begin the world's favourite show The moon dances in their twinkling spotlight receiving applause and bouquets all through the night Once the moon is finished it gives a final bow and slips from the stage, disappearing through the curtains The sun then brushes the waking world with a loving wave of its hand, its strokes doing its own special dance, leaving clouds fluffed and meadows shining, song birds singing and faces smiling And when the afternoon hour is upon the world the dance of the two orbs start again, circling around the planet of blue, one a large golden flame, the other a glistening grey hue, providing comfort and security, taking care of this little globe, so full of potential and purity. And the people below celebrate, showering them with gratitude, songs, poems, prayers, paintings and rituals, welcoming them both with open arms The eternal ballroom goes on until the end of time safe and alive in everyone's hearts.
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May 25, 2021
May 25, 2021 at 9:01 AM UTC
the eternal ballroom
Old habits never die They just stay in the shadows and hide They lurk and linger beneath the surface of your mind Waiting for the perfect moment to strike Slowly creeping out when they feel it's time Old habits never fade They just trick you into thinking they've shrunk away One night they're gone, then they surprise you the next day "Remember us? We've come out to play." Because old habits always stay A reminder, a memory, a haunting a curse Reciting all the things you've learnt Retracing the steps you thought you forgot A well rehearsed line, a feeling that doesn't subside A vice that only grows tighter over time Because old habits never die.
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May 3, 2021
May 3, 2021 at 10:14 AM UTC
old habits.