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Mar 2018 · 174
blue eyes
Dev Mar 2018

blue eyes, oh love
how many ways can I describe them?
at night, when we celebrate, they shine like the darkened sea
things hiding just below the surface, full of mystery

in the morning, though you're tired, they sparkle with delight
i look through them, transparent, and i see all your light
the light you try to hide, underneath your sneaky smile
and every time it drops, i see you for a while

and in the afternoon, after hours of hard work,
i see them soften a little, like a toddler, you give cheeky smirk
you look especially dreamy, when the sun just kisses your eyes
and when your lashes flutter, they sing me lullabies

when you're happy oh so happy!
you give a little grin!
your eyes light up and twinkle!
And here I go again.

because try as I may,
to push you from my life,
you come back to me,
with that twinkle in your eyes.

blue eyes, blue eyes,
i can't even begin
to express my love for blue eyes
oh here we go again.
Every time I think I'm over him, I start another poem.


Ah he's like truck who's unconsciously running over me again and again
Mar 2018 · 118
Old Phone
Dev Mar 2018
Lying here at night,
Your name flashing on my screen
I can't, I won't answer.
You make me want to scream.

But it's all too confusing,
I can't say how or why,
You make me so emotional,
you're the reason that I cry.

And yet, as the light fades
from my dingy old phone,
I wonder if you realised,
I wonder if you know.

Perhaps its why you called me,
so late that very night.
It's because you know, you know!
You know it's not alright.

You know it's not okay
for me to want you like this.
Because she was my friend,
and yet I still long to kiss

those magic smirking lips.
I still long to feel our warm cheeks brush
as you sweetly laugh at me,
because I can't help but blush.

Is it okay to be friends,
with this secret that I hold?
I hope that one day you realise,
before your feet grow cold.
new phone who dis bahaha

I really just wanna be over it but then I get an idea for a poem and it just...everything comes up again, all the feels.

It's hard having a secret muse, who you really wanna forget about.
Mar 2018 · 84
Panic
Dev Mar 2018
Breathe in, breathe out.
Am I breathing too much?
Why am I not blinking?

Breathe in, breathe out.
Maybe I'll drink some water,
No, no it just comes straight up again.

Breathe in, breathe out.
My head has lifted off my shoulders like a hot air balloon.
I think I'm blacking out.

Breathe in, breathe out.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Take another anti-depressant.

Let it all fade to grey.
Numb it all, even though its more colourful when you can't breathe.
Mar 2018 · 149
Dark
Dev Mar 2018
Stark white
Bright, like the morning sun.
Comfortable, yet unnerving

Pitch black
Dark, like the forest at 3am
Deep, and unknowing



There was never a gray spot.



You have changed.



Dark like me.
Her.
Mar 2018 · 159
III
Dev Mar 2018
III
Lately, it all hurts
Perhaps I'm just sensitive
To the whole, wide, world.
Haiku, anyone?
Not my forte, if at all anything really is.
Mar 2018 · 97
under, under
Dev Mar 2018
under, under
should i ever sink
can i pull you down with me?

because i could not bear
to die alone
without you by my side

and if it were you
being pulled into the watery depths
i would not hesitate to give my life

saving you
or
damning you
Mar 2018 · 988
6ft Tall
Dev Mar 2018

You are 6 ft tall barely,
Already feeling broken,
haven't even had your first "real date."
Forgive me, I've misspoken.

You took her to a movie once,
You made her want to run,
Because she finally realised
I was the smoking gun.

I was one real reason,
bet you'd hate me if you knew.
Our newly ignited friendship?
Don't be kind, we'd be through.

Your words have too much impact,
You think things far too deep.
Your feelings have not subsided,
They haven't. Not in the least.

You say your mantra again
All thats happened, I'm above
If that is actually true,
Why do you still refer to her love?

Your heart is too invested,
I guess you're not for me.
For I was never going to accept
her seconds willingly.

Perhaps one far-off day,
When I'm comfortable with myself,
I'll remember these days,
And take my feelings off the shelf.
The angsty sarcasm is strong with this one!
Mar 2018 · 127
I
Dev Mar 2018
I
I heard him, that day.
He said He loved She,
Over and Over.

Over and Over,
I told She,
I do not love him

Over and Over.
She and I have never told the other a lie
Until that small but impactful half truth.

I do not love He,
I adore him,
Worship him with every fibre of my being.

When He smiles,
He sets free caged birds and butterflies.
He sets free the clutter of  my heart.

When She left, She locked his heart
and He threw away the key.
The silence hung heavy and low forever.

Since then, I have not seen He smile
I sit here in wait, for He to find the key
and obtain his freedom yet again.

To set free the clutter of my heart
Reckon I can find more pronouns to continue this sad series.
theres always They, Him, Her, Them, Us, You, etc.... ugh
Mar 2018 · 206
II
Dev Mar 2018
II
get your hand out of my heart.



didnt they tell you not to play with your food
He doesn't even know it
Feb 2018 · 141
Note
Dev Feb 2018

Line by line,
Stroke by stroke,
It is high time I wrote this note.

This arrangement of letters
to words on a page
To explain why from this world I disengage.

To explain how I felt when you held my hand
And how it was from the moment we ran.
But we started too late and now here I am
Writing this note with the very same hand.

Truth be told, I hope no one ever sees
The note on which I have diseased
with my poisonous thoughts.
Perhaps I should leave.

But what kind of friend leaves without a note?
No piece of paper on which they have wrote
A note excusing why this is what they chose?

But what does it matter if I even try,
At any given moment, we all live or die.
And if that makes you sad, go ahead. Go on, cry.
A note with an excuse, is a note with a lie.
Feb 2018 · 202
Untitled I
Dev Feb 2018
If today I were to die,
I don't think I'd be sad.
Just lonely
I hope it gets better
Feb 2018 · 109
She
Dev Feb 2018
She
She snuck around and collided with He's heart
and then left as quickly as She came,
Funny how the beginning can mirror the end,
It was the same.

Just softer


But He did not forget that one and final collision.


And neither did I
Funny story about He, She, and I.
I think it was written by God himself because he wasn't amused enough by the world.
Feb 2018 · 142
Darling
Dev Feb 2018
Look out your window, darling.
There's a whole world sitting there just for you.
Can't you see it?

If only you'd turn away,
Turn away my darling!
Turn away from that book you've buried your head in!

If you'd just listen!
Hear what I say!
Do it my way, darling!

Oh my darling, why won't you look?
For heavens' sake! Don't repeat my mistake,
for I never did gaze upon the world.

I buried my head in that book,
I buried my thoughts in that music,
I buried my heart in the boy.

Years have flown by,
I have lived safely,
but I have stayed within confinement!

These four walls!
All white and dreary, my darling!
Can't you see the trees billowing outside?

Life is too short, darling!
Please, take a wander down the jostling street.
At least look out your window!

Look out your window, darling.
The sun is coming up.
Can't you see it?
The sort of thing my grandmother used to say, I'm sure you've heard it before from someone.
Feb 2018 · 81
Today, I died.
Dev Feb 2018
Today, I died.
I watched my self from far away
Watched myself burn and shrivel
And turn to ashes.

Today, I died.
I carved windows into my skin,
to see what it was like on the inside,
And poured my soul out.

Today, I died.
I sunk below the water,
Watched the bubbles arise
as my body thrashed and pleaded with me.

Today I ******* died.
I saw the real me,
I saw me for who I am
And that ***** deserves to ******* die.

Today, I died.
Because yesterday, you also saw me for me.
You saw who I’d become and said you didn’t love me anymore.
Said I deserved to die.

Today, I am dead.
I have washed the blood off my hands.
The smoke has left my lungs,
And the water has restored me.

Today, I am alive.
I wrote this on the bus home home after a horrible ******* day.
I think we all die a little inside on days like these.

— The End —