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Pinelle Bikouta Feb 2021
You've written poems for other girls,
While I've written for no other guy
You've let others rule your world,
I wouldn't let others have my time

You've fallen deep for other beauties,
You've given them your heart
I wouldn't even let others view me
So for you, I stayed unseen art

You've built dreams around other dames,
Filled with wedding rings and church bells
I couldn't even notice another male,
Even those who would treat me well.

And I sat there, sure I loved you,
While your love was presented as "could be's"
You were so in love with other girls,
That you were too preoccupied to love me.
You can't be loved by someone who was crushed by love.
Pinelle Bikouta Sep 2020
many pills
does it take,
For pain to be
numbed? That's
a simple answer,
Simply take

many pills
does one need,
To be able to fall
asleep? That's a
simple answer,
Try take

many pills
will I require,To
be able to control
my thoughts? For lately
they've grown into dark
desires. Maybe I
should try take

many pills
should I swallow,
To be able to see the light?
Lately I've been in darkness,
and in it I just wallow...
Maybe to escape
I'll take

many pills
must I consume,
To feel as if these
demons are now out?
I don't feel well, and the
feeling will resume, Unless
I bump up consumption,
maybe take
ten now.

many pills,
will save me,
From the terror I
now face? I feel too
sick to get up, So
maybe I should
take another

many pills
will I need this
time, To cure me
from the demise
of taking a


A pill cannot
cure life, So the
only way to end my
sickness is
...because we're always told pills will cure our pain, but are never told that life will eventually be full of it
Pinelle Bikouta Sep 2020
Say we're all
Just apples on trees.
The best ones are on top,
at the peak. They sit there and
look down hoping one day, someone
will come up and just try to reach. The good ones are always on the top–
that one day they'll be loved. Offer all themselves, ask not too much.
But it seems that the
lovers don't want

They seem too scared to go ahead and climb.
Make the rotten ones the apple of their eyes. Get hurt and wonder why they've become blind. And the good ones look at all of this and cry.

how far am I
up the apple tree,
for it to be so hard to
be picked? How far
I fall from the tree,
For love to come
and let me
feel it?
First poem in a long time.
Red were the roses, the ones I left on your casket,
Orange were the leaves, the ones in your tree,
Yellow were the bruises, the ones that covered you head-to-toe,
Green were the stains, the ones left on the hems of your jeans,
Blue were your lips, the day you were found in your noose,
Indigo was the night sky, that night that you died,
Violet was that bruise, the one you wore around your neck
by Alice Thyne, but i can relate so much
Pinelle Bikouta Jul 2020
When the birds start to swim,
And the fish decide to fly,
When the owls start to hoot at the sun,
And when the sun comes out, the lions hide.

When the sky becomes the water hole,
And the rivers possess the clouds.
When our feet start to run on dry ocean floors
And we suddenly fall into sand and drown.

When serpents decide to kiss Eve's cheek,
And doves hiss temptations in the ear.
When vultures come to celebrate new life,
And eagles start to fly in fear.

When demons start to work in the day,
And angels do evil biddings at night.
When queens are no more, and dead kings don't decay.
When rights become wrongs and wrongs become life...

When blood becomes water,
And tears travel through veins,
When the pacifist seeks war,
And the ******* hates pain,

When eyes start to hear,
And ears give sight,
When arms are used to run,
And legs are used to fly,

When gravestones make loved ones smile
And a stab to the heart becomes a kiss
That is the only time you and I
Will have the courage to exist.
A piece on impossibilities, and an extension of the phrase "when pigs fly".
Pinelle Bikouta Jul 2020
Ever been kissed with no meaning,
Yet had everything seeming,
As if it were all alright?

I got kissed like it was nothing,
And yet to me it felt like something,
And lately that's been haunting my mind.

It's like my kisser had nothing felt,
Yet it felt like he needed no one else,
And that's why lately I'm not fine.

We know the sun is for the day,
And night is where the moon lays,
But the love behind that kiss felt like sunshine at midnight.

I lay here and feel broken,
And I swear that this was spoken,
But I'm repeating that I do not feel right.

I got kissed by someone I thought I loved,
But to love wasn't enough...
Because in the end it felt like I wasn't even liked.
Pinelle Bikouta Jun 2020
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see.
If you see someone who cares for you, then those eyes no longer belong to me.

Look into my eyes, a reflection of my heart.
If you see someone that still longs for you, then you're simply looking at shards.

Look into my eyes, and try to read my soul.
If you see someone who's holding a piece of you, then that's not mine at all.

You used to tell me that I was yours,
I hope that now you see, that I don't believe you anymore.
They see the person they've lost, not the person I've found.

— The End —