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Adrija Oct 2016
we got lost in the azure;

strayed too far from the concrete jungle,
wrecked by the inability to spread those wings,
clipped behind our backs.

we got lost in the azure;

lost in the in between,
the spaces between paragraphs, they call,
like sirens to the sea.

time misspent, misused.
love misdirected, misplaced.
cracked hearts. cracked skin. cracked bones.

we got lost in the azure;

this world isn’t meant to be,
ours - and the stars embedded in a blanket of darkness,
they beckon.

and perhaps, one day, we’ll follow.
Adrija Jun 2016
whisper upon whisper,
grain upon grain.
they pile up, until there is no space to breathe

not a pocket of air,
only the damp black.
hot. humid. cramping and stamping

extinguishing.

and then.
it crushes,
you're trapped like a bee on a wing

life has you now.
in its hold
god i just feel so stuck, so frozen in this  state. there's nothing i can do about it except wait it out, see how everything pans out in the end. and everything i hate is waiting. is not doing. this is too much // too little
Adrija Feb 2016
A river's course, a water's flow,
Slow, then fast, never ceasing -
Time soothes, heals, lets you grow,
Warms you up, keeps you believing.

Another day it rips, it tears,
Soft yet vicious, teeth bared -
Draws blood, and lets out fears.

Time is less than a friend.
Adrija Feb 2016
An ever-winding road,
Breaking into distant stars.
A drift of milky white.
And the vast emptiness ahead.
Walking among the ancients;
Nothing touches the wall.
Hope, lost to the wind -
You'll be alright -
At least for now.

It's darkest before dawn.
Adrija Feb 2016
PROVOKING,
EXCITING,
AROUSING,
ELATING,
EXHILARATING,
COMPOSING,
­INSPIRING,
APPEASING,
STIMULATING,
EMBOLDENING,
COMFORTING.
- a list of things you are to me (a.k.a. why i want you)
Adrija Nov 2015
it’s the throbbing kind of pain,
so unlike the burning you are used to
a timeless ache,
that jars you to the core
so different from the fire that
you built yourself from
belying the strength of the armour,
that guards the tender fabric of your soul.

and you knew you were made of stone,
but darling, stone always crumbles
though born of lava,
it turns to dust
and how can you be the exception?
about a person who has always been emotionally strong, who finally encounters something they cannot handle

— The End —