nishat-ak - Hello Poetry

Over the years I have managed to forget a lot of things Forgetting things has become a habit now.. However, some pain I have carried for so long That it’s embedded in the layers of my flesh and bone It’s like living in a house made of wood But the wood is rotten and it's reeking Of distant memories It’s like living in a dream Fleeting glimpses From unknown sources Helplessly looking at familiar faces No words ever come out of our mouths We stare at each other, sometimes with a smile Then we sigh, and we look away Still, sometimes you just can’t help but feel lucky to be alive It’s a strange feeling The ocean visits me in my dreams The only uninvited guest that can bring so much joy But when I visit the ocean I get overwhelmed by the vastness of it It has the power to devour the earth anytime The wait … is what kills me Nothing ever happens I break, I shatter I crumble, I collapse. I’m made again Only suffer

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Jun 27, 2022

Jun 27, 2022 at 7:59 AM UTC

Amnesiac

Over the years I have managed to forget a lot of things Forgetting things has become a habit now.. However, some pain I have carried for so long That it’s embedded in the layers of my flesh and bone It’s like living in a house made of wood But the wood is rotten and it's reeking Of distant memories It’s like living in a dream Fleeting glimpses From unknown sources Helplessly looking at familiar faces No words ever come out of our mouths We stare at each other, sometimes with a smile Then we sigh, and we look away Still, sometimes you just can’t help but feel lucky to be alive It’s a strange feeling The ocean visits me in my dreams The only uninvited guest that can bring so much joy But when I visit the ocean I get overwhelmed by the vastness of it It has the power to devour the earth anytime The wait … is what kills me Nothing ever happens I break, I shatter I crumble, I collapse. I’m made again Only suffer

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I'll stop running from myself When I stop ending up running into myself When dream was the only escape, now that it's become a trap, What do I rely on? I don't want to find myself everywhere I go Please tell it to follow me not with its mind filled with vicious thoughts Thoughts that crumble me Purple flashes of anger It's just the sky rumbling Will you ever come, pick up the scattered pieces? And squeeze it all back into the places, With the embrace I yearn for? You, the mystery I loved. You, the treasure I lost.

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Feb 18, 2017

Feb 18, 2017 at 7:07 AM UTC

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I'll stop running from myself When I stop ending up running into myself When dream was the only escape, now that it's become a trap, What do I rely on? I don't want to find myself everywhere I go Please tell it to follow me not with its mind filled with vicious thoughts Thoughts that crumble me Purple flashes of anger It's just the sky rumbling Will you ever come, pick up the scattered pieces? And squeeze it all back into the places, With the embrace I yearn for? You, the mystery I loved. You, the treasure I lost.

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Demise of a sweet friendship You're still stuck living in pretense I gave you many chances , for the hope that you'd change I left you alone a thousand times before And again for the very same reason I'll do the same one more time Oh only if you could love me a little less as a lover I would've kept this friendship alive

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Feb 17, 2017

Feb 17, 2017 at 5:37 PM UTC

Unwanted Lover

Demise of a sweet friendship You're still stuck living in pretense I gave you many chances , for the hope that you'd change I left you alone a thousand times before And again for the very same reason I'll do the same one more time Oh only if you could love me a little less as a lover I would've kept this friendship alive

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In my dream last night you let me know it's not coming back In my dream last night I saw a bag full of lip balms But I still looked for the one I had The one I lost The one that might come back But still not coming back Bare it stays,my chapped lips Oh my blueberry lip balm May you never forget the touch of my finger tips.

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Feb 17, 2017

Feb 17, 2017 at 5:27 PM UTC

My Blueberry Lipbalm

In my dream last night you let me know it's not coming back In my dream last night I saw a bag full of lip balms But I still looked for the one I had The one I lost The one that might come back But still not coming back Bare it stays,my chapped lips Oh my blueberry lip balm May you never forget the touch of my finger tips.

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