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Poetry
Don't take me seriously, kids having summer vacations and I am on a roll :))
Blckstr May 2
Let's make love
Like I'm still yours
And you're still mine.
Kiss my lips one more time
And let a thousand butterflies
Fly in my stomach.
Let them pluck
The withered flowers
Growing in my heart,
And plant your blossom
As my beautiful art.
Let's make love
For another time.
Let my arms
Surround you with no harm
But with pure love -
Like a free dove,
Like my glowing dove
Loving to fly inside of you,
Loving you and your precious hue.
Let's make love
And let the cosmic bodies
Constellate us with bliss,
Like how your fingers
Fit the space between mine,
Like how we push and pull
In a magnetizing time,
Like how I travel the stars
In your body so fine.
Let's make love
Like you still love me,
Like you still want to stay with me,
Like you still like
The taste of my lips,
The sound of our moans -
Our harmonizing groans.
Let's make love
They way we did back then.
Let's make love
Like how we relished the pleasure and pain.
Let's make love
Before you walk out of my life,
Before you take away my light.
Let's make love
Before you leave.
Let me lie next to you
Before you close your cave.
Let me lie on your coffin
Before you rest in your grave.
Lol
  Apr 20 Blckstr
Temporal Fugue
I'm fighting my demons as they rip at my soul
exorcising their presence with hot burning coals

Constant reminders of all that I am
no room for mercy, they don't give a damn

Lashes and whips, barbed wire and chain
repeating their litany defining insane

They'll not desist in my tortured sick mind
they wheedle and poke, every sin that they find

For eternity and more, eyes glazed in the pain
burned on hell's pillars, again, and again
Just a thought, if hell is really forever, wouldn't it get boring? :/

I'm sure my hell involves a non-moving highway full of drivers with cell phones stuck to their heads ;D
  Apr 20 Blckstr
abby
We are the ones who are hard to understand
We'll be the last ones in the movie theatre
because the ending scene made us cry
We'll stop to smell the roses
because they deserve to be appreciated
We are the ones who will take the time
to get to know what keeps you up at night
We are the ones who will imagine
an entire future of adventures
with the people who show us love

We are the ones who will love you more
than we love ourselves sometimes
We will give you our strongest parts
in hopes that we can make things better
We desire to see you become the best you
to make sure that you always feel our love
We crave affection and appreciation
We give a piece of ourselves away every day
sometimes to people who don't deserve it
Our love is easy to take advantage of
and sometimes we don't get back
the love that we give away

When we hurt, we crumble and fall apart
We constantly have to put ourselves back together
We are more fragile than we like to give off
We carry our emotions on our sleeves
Our flaws have the ability to consume us
We aren't afraid to give you the world
but we are afraid to feel unloved
We want you to see what we see
We want you to understand where we're coming from

We are good people with good intentions
We are stronger than we look like
Not everyone can feel the way we feel
We feel too much, too often
We are not hard to love
We are something not everyone knows how to love
But you need to remember that
your worth does not change just because
no one is there to appreciate you, to remind you

You are not any less lovable
You are the most lovable person in the world
You are a light that the world needs
Your kindness is not your weakness
You do not need to change for anyone's acceptance
You do not need to stop giving love
just because you don't get any back
Your heart is the best thing about you

And one day when you least expect it
someone will notice you from across the room
and know exactly how to love you
They will think all of these things are beautiful
They will deserve the love you can give
They will fill the empty space in your heart
But for now, don't stop feeling
We are the ones who feel everything so deeply
We are the ones who can't give up because
We are the ones who will teach the world
how to love
We are exactly who we are supposed to be
Blckstr Apr 20
One night, Depression knocks on my door
So I let it in, without knowing its identity.
I let it in, because I think it needs my help.
I let it in, and then it reveals its personality.
Depression…
Depression is an earthquake I don’t know when will come,
But when it appears, it creates havoc I don’t know where it comes from.
Depression is a rain of tears,
And when time passes by, it becomes storm and my great fear.
Depression is a sad and tragic movie
That makes my tears fall freely and rapidly.
Yes, it is a sad movie that makes me cry at night,
And I don’t know why I’m doing so, and I can’t understand this plight.
Depression is a brother of anxiety
Who can just knock me down easily.
Depression is a friend I want my mother to know
But she just says, “Let your stupidity go!”
Depression is the handcuffs locked on my wrist
That I don’t even know it still exists
Depression is the coffee that stops me to sleep at night.
Depression is the onion that can easily make me cry.
Depression is the voice ringing in my head.
Depression is the monster under my bed.
Depression…
Depression is a car in a parking lot,
And I’m the parking lot I don’t want to be at.
Depression is the ghost that haunts a house
Although, I’m the house I don’t want to live at.
Depression is a star that always stays in the sky
And, I’m the sky I don’t want to look at.
Depression is a silly child who asks me
“Are you tired of living?”
But I just answer with
“I’m tired of Dying!”
Because Depression kills me everyday.
Depression makes me feel I’m already dead.
It is a bullet that in my heart forever stays.
It is a vicious, painful word forever said.
Depression…
Depression is not a treasure from a chest.
Depression is not a kind guest.
So, when Depression knocks on your door,
Don’t open it, if you don’t want to have a deadly tour,
Because when Depression knocks on your door,
It wants to make you feel lonely until you don’t know why you’re lonely anymore.
I was inspired by Sabrina Benaim's spoken poetry "Explaining My Depression To My Mother" on Youtube. Lol
Blckstr Apr 20
Sorry, because I’m giving up.
Sorry, for I’ll already stop.
I know, we’ve been waiting
For too long.
But now, you better start finding
For new man.
It’s not because I’m tired of this love,
But because love’s already tired of me.
It’s not because I’ve found a new love,
But because my own love can’t find me.
Maybe it’s because of the people around me,
Or maybe because of the misery inside me.
I know you’ve been waiting
For our future wedding.
But, sorry I can never wait,
So we have to separate.
Sorry, I’ve tried to wait for you,
But my mind is invaded by tragic hue
Sorry, because I’ll already stop.
Sorry, because I’m giving up…
I’m giving up –
I’m not giving up on this love,
But I’m giving up on my life.
So, sorry, I can’t wait for you,
For I will end my life tonight
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