Vesper

Vesper 5d

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i spent so long
trying to find a way
but it only took me day
to find out that way was gone

Vesper 5d

you cry so often
and for what do you cry for
you haven't experienced hardship
you haven't experienced pain
just not like i have
so stop crying those crocodile tears
and stop faking the friends
stop pretending like you are someone you aren't
and maybe you won't cry no more

6d

Cassian

Looking back

Looking back

Laughing at the past

Feeling less like trash

Looking back

Watching the flames burn

Falling in the ash

Looking back

Data overload the computer

Starts to crash

But I'm still looking back

Vesper 6d

Shoot.

Cold metal pressed against sweat.
Tears wetting my damp clothes.
Pitter-patter of rain against the ground as children sleep.
I cry for help, but no-one answers.
Shoot. Why can't I shoot.
Pitter-patter. More rain.
Damp shirt. More tears.
Why can't I end it all?
Every single night I scream.
It's so much easier this way.
SHOOT. WHY CAN'T I SHOOT.
I hear children laughing, and mothers loving,
I hear men working through the night, ready to go back to their families.
SHOOT. WHY CAN'T I SHOOT.
I hear a crack, and it all goes black.

6d

Thirty Nine

88% Of Men Get Their First Bouquet Of Flowers When They Die

More Flowers Than I've Ever Seen
Presented Before Me
As If They Were Apologies
For Ignoring Me
I Think I Would've Liked Them When I Was Alive Though

6d

Thirty Nine

I thought Angels never Died

The sky was weeping
And so am I
The leaves were falling apart
And so am I

The sunset was gone
And so were You
The flowers were rotting
And so were you

Inspired by my previous poem "White Roses"

6d

Thirty Nine

the sculptor and his Muse

He was a sculptor
She was his inspiration
Never a Human
Always his muse

So when she died
He tried to resurrect his muse
With clay

He couldn't sculpt her face
He couldn't remember
He had lost his muse