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the-forgotten
the-forgotten
Oblivious ...
Three AM When the eyes can close But the minds don't shut They say penguins can't fly But they do In her world, where we lived on clouds Magic and Superpowers Where people were real And not. The dark haired boy whose named she couldn't fix, And light haired Liz, with her tall brother Will. Sleeping in caves, hunger games style Skipping through stories, shifting through worlds Safe spaces, Born within the mind Distort reality when it hurts 'Escape realms' Worlds change from fantasies to dreams To insecurities, hatred and pain But the ceiling remains the same Dull And plain.
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Apr 28, 2023
Apr 28, 2023 at 8:13 AM UTC
Escape realms
Your long hair streaked with white Sun shimmering it to silvers Once soft slender hands now withered Yet when you smile, Years passed come running back. I hold your hand Promising to never let go. Your daughter's eyes glistened When you called her 'mom'. Moments slowly ebbing out of your mind's reach When did it start slipping away? The moon falling on your soft skin As the water played the rhythm Lying in my arms, naming constellations, You said "Into the stars we melt" I smiled and stroked your hair But darling, You don't remember Not even the feel of my name on your lips Your wrinkled hands still fit into mine So perfectly The dark circles holding up your eyes Fireflies Glowing within them Struggling to grasp, the remaining shards of fading tales Almost completely forgotten; Clinging to the dying memories.
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Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 4:18 AM UTC
Remember
On cement You lie Broken Edges still raw Left alone Forgotten Once treasured Now abandoned Oh how you adorned those long fingers With painted nails Your silver encircling her pride Yet time had strained your vivacity And had broken your frame Fallen You stayed Among those anxious feet Waiting for those long familiar fingers Only to be picked up by strangers Admired Then thrown away For a broken ring, like a broken person, was of no use to them.
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Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 2:18 PM UTC
Reflect
Deep within your eyes , Awaits the universe.
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Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 4:12 PM UTC
Untitled
Her soul's poetry Written  in deep dark ink, Gushing through her veins Etched across her bones A tale untold The world rebounds on touching her surface Nothing ever leaves a mark Or atleast That is what she makes believe Breathing life , She walks into the crowded room Hidden behind her jokes and laughter. Comedy weaving up the tragedy . Humour , the only link to her sanity. She breathes Broken,  unnoticed. The world brushes past her touch Blind. Oblivoius to the struggle. Her mind, toxic to her soul Her skin, her veil. Yet, her pillows talk of red swollen eyes And endless nights Gazing at the moon Half hidden beneath the clouds Reflecting light To cloak the darkness seeping within . She draws her blinders shut While her guitar weeps her wounds The cadence of misery Into the world of rhythm, she slips. When shall the masquerade end ? She walks away Into the fog On her own Brick after brick A fortress she built And locked within her own incarceration, Short haired rapunzul Afraid to let the knight reach within . vows of saviours, never heed. Her facade, flawless Yet not deceiving those little eyes Searching for the truth beneath the illusion. Decrypting the inscrutable dissimulation. To those pair of eyes, Slowly fading into oblivion Lost within it's own ceaseless blue Seeking for the line between the black and grey. Her voice , liberating . Finding its way within the chaos, Resuscitating. Giving life to a long forgotten voice which whispers, "Take off the masque, You're beautiful. "
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Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 11:45 AM UTC
The masquerade
Her soul's poetry Written  in deep dark ink, Gushing through her veins Etched across her bones A tale untold The world rebounds on touching her surface Nothing ever leaves a mark Or atleast That is what she makes believe Breathing life , She walks into the crowded room Hidden behind her jokes and laughter. Comedy weaving up the tragedy . Humour , the only link to her sanity. She breathes Broken,  unnoticed. The world brushes past her touch Blind. Oblivoius to the struggle. Her mind, toxic to her soul Her skin, her veil. Yet, her pillows talk of red swollen eyes And endless nights Gazing at the moon Half hidden beneath the clouds Reflecting light To cloak the darkness seeping within . She draws her blinders shut While her guitar weeps her wounds The cadence of misery Into the world of rhythm, she slips. When shall the masquerade end ? She walks away Into the fog On her own Brick after brick A fortress she built And locked within her own incarceration, Short haired rapunzul Afraid to let the knight reach within . vows of saviours, never heed. Her facade, flawless Yet not deceiving those little eyes Searching for the truth beneath the illusion. Decrypting the inscrutable dissimulation. To those pair of eyes, Slowly fading into oblivion Lost within it's own ceaseless blue Seeking for the line between the black and grey. Her voice , liberating . Finding its way within the chaos, Resuscitating. Giving life to a long forgotten voice which whispers, "Take off the masque, You're beautiful. "
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Whispers , whispers in my head.. "Walk along with me into the darkness , the darkness .. Entrancing , enthralling ... Give in , let go.. " Floating into oblivion Hope fading away Pain peircing from within , Overwhelming rage.. Whispers, whispers in my head.. " Dont turn away , dont trust them,    Walk alone , all alone ...  Blow out that candle , Those shadows won't haunt you anymore " Anger clawing into my bones, Agony ripping my soul The never ending spiral.. Whispers, whispers in my head .. " Descend , descend.. " " Deeper , Deeper .. " Mirrors , mirrors all around Monsters drawing in .. Whispers, whispers in my head.. " Dont fight them, let your reflections remain.. " Fear rooting me Clutching me tight.. I shriek, until my lungs give out Terror, gripping my throat .. Whispers , whispers in my head.. " Shhh , dear There's the blade ." Whispers, whispers in my head.. " ....Sweet , sweet death  ..."
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May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 5:54 PM UTC
Whispers..
You cut You scar You overpower And by tattered bits we try to cover You hit You swear You hungrily glare And our body satiates your hunger You touch as if we were clay You cheaply play You make us undeserving to stay We are characterless But you? You are a gentleman to they
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May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 9:35 AM UTC
Gentleman
She dug my grave And I'm buried alive I screamed and choked , Silt in my throat . Every breath I take is her toxic smoke She clawed through me , Into my soul . I fought for light, A gleam of hope And she hurled me into her void. Her ears ***** up to every monster's call. Her waves engulfed me, And now I drown in her sea. I live in her shell . She shall never bend And so shall i never blend . . Her wrath forever shone , in those bloodshot eyes. Ice cold daggers in my chest. Her hunger never fed, Craving for my flesh . Her burns charred my skin Her words, poison in my tongue . Vicious torment in eternal hell Utter despair, a mutual friend And self harm, her anesthetic . From beneath Satan's abode I cry to thee Wake me up From this ceaseless dream Yet, Dawn shall never come And this war shall never end. For her blood runs in my veins And her fury in my bones ..
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Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 4:34 PM UTC
Malebolge