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 Feb 2016
Finley in Despair
I never could have known
Although I am so grateful
That the most painful
Significant and
Distasteful moments
In my life
Would become

Me
The things that make us
 Feb 2016
Ciel
I keep falling
In and out
Of sadness.
Will the cycle
Never
End?
Will I constantly
Have to deal
With these
Emotions?
With these little
Whispers
That won’t let
Me think clearly?
These whispers that
Won’t let me sleep?
These whispers
That make
Me want to
Stay in bed
until the time
for bed
comes around
again?
These heavy
Thoughts
Keep me pushed
Against the mattress,
Sagging,
Like the teddy bear
Staring at me
From the ground
Near my bed,
Where I’d thrown it once
But I felt so weak
That the bear didn’t go very
Far.
It sits there
Staring at me
With it’s blank eyes
That I’d coloured in
With a black
Sharpie
Childhoods ago
When their colour started to
Fade.
Now their darkness
Pulls me in
And drags me into
Another cycle of
Depression.
I’m trapped again
In this colourless void
Where I float in the
Centre
Of my mind
Feeling nothing
Seeing nothing
Being nothing.
 Jan 2016
Dead lover
Can't the rain, hear our pain-

To shower again,
When meet the lovers insane?

And drain the strain,
Inculcated by their brains?
 Jan 2016
Ayush B
When the night is cold; it's cold and numb,
Snowflakes they touch; they touch your skin,
You run to yourself; from yourself you run,
That's how solitude feels; solitude never felt like this.

Somehow I had to die; die to be reborn,
To find a map; a map of where I went,
Where the stars they shine; they shine brighter it seems,
Did this one thing; one thing it did for me.

To communicate the intensity; intensity of my inner world,
And be besides something; something I created,
This is why I write poetry; This is why I write poetry.
 Jan 2016
Ayush B
The stars they often wondered,
In constellations they often clustered,
Until one day they realized,
That they just found their universe.

This beautiful pattern time, space and gravity weave,
It is what is called the universe.
For everyone who looks above,
They are the centre of the universe.

For what was the end of space,
Was the begging of time,
And what emerged from a Big Bang,
Was born from a blackhole.

For what is a lifetime for us,
For him was just a moment,
The only one place we've seen is so timeless,
Imagine about the whole universe.

The invisible force they call gravity,
Even without touching it keeps everything together,
For the universe had to make up for,
The isolation that was left there somehow.

For light years those photons had traveled,
Across an infinite of solitude and emptiness,
Just so that they can create a picture,
And reflect themselves in the iris of an eye.

Everything is always in motion,
It had to expand to thrive and grow,
There is no concept of fixed in the cosmos,
For something moving so fast it's barely moving.

A mind so tiny relative to celestials,
Could think about the entire universe.
The only thing aware of its existence,
The universe is just looking for its purpose.
 Jan 2016
PaperclipPoems
We feel so deep that we reach an abyss

We feel nothing because we feel everything all at once

Our hearts are trying to send too much data to our brains--

O v e r l o a d !
i hate that i can't control my emotions when it comes to you
i hate that the thought of you beings tears to my eyes
but still makes my heart beat faster
i hate that your smile makes everything else fade to gray
i hate that loving you is so much more painful than it should be
sometimes I wish I had pit of darkness where my heart is like Trump
---
**** me up by gnash
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