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Curlan Eiruc Feb 2016
Sometimes it's hard to open your eyes,
they want to close,
to sleep,
to forget,
to escape.

Sometimes the waves come crashing by,
when you least expect it,
when nostalgia presents it.

Waves of regret,
lost hope,
guilt,
confusement

Why did I do that?
What did I do wrong?
Did I deserve it?

Does the hit of the hammer of justice,
and the jury stands and shout
that you deserve it.

Were you right?
Were you wrong?
Is there really a way to tell after the knives have fell,
into a shallow well
and has pierced the ground
and opened hell?

Eternal impressions
in your heart,
these scars that
mark your depression
Curlan Eiruc Nov 2015
She is an open book.

One
That has been left open
For so long

That dust coats her
Pages
In thousands of layers

And you
Can't seem to read
The words anymore.
Curlan Eiruc Sep 2015
Don't fall into toxic waste,

Chasing Bad Boys will be your main race,

and the pieces of your broken heart await you at the finish line.
Curlan Eiruc Sep 2015
You make me feel warmth in the coldest parts,
like a fire burning away the darkness.

You shine through my darkest clothing with that white t-shirt,
bringing out the most colorful parts of me.

I'm going to keep this short,
and hope there will be no retort,
between the two of us like there was between the other 3.
Idk, I was inspired. And just me being the hopeless romantic amongst my friends again. Extremely cheesy tho
Curlan Eiruc Jul 2015
Your eyes,they're dark.
Dark brown like the rich,bitter coffee in the cup you held in your hand.

Sprang!

The sound still echos around my mind,bouncing into its depths.

Your eyes,
They burn with a wild fire that is spreading towards my
Pathetic dull wooden pupils.

Your eyes,they're ice
An ice berg,big and towering. Like you are towards me.
I shiver.
I'm shivering, an earthquake starting inside me.

But your eyes,
So sharp.
They pierce into my soul even though I've done nothing wrong.

And at last
I burn away
I break
I bleed.

Ash,ice,blood
Pouring out onto my cheeks
In the form of
Sadness
Pain
Anger
Confusement
Longing.

I surrender and I fall
With you still burning,freezing and stabbing.
I write dark stuff sometimes
Curlan Eiruc Jul 2015
Scrape,scrape,scrape.
Sounds of sad desperate melody as one would agree,
Tok-scrape-pause }x3

The happy anthem is ending,***.
Might as well give up,
corners are mere torture,
twisting,turning,
every angle you turn that butter knife,
It doesn't reach where you want it to.

The happy anthem is ending,
the desperate background and torturous beat
comes to an end,
leaving an imprint of sadness in your mind.

no more nutella for you.
Curlan Eiruc Jun 2015
She called me fool,
I heard it,
I loved it.
AAAAAAAARGGGGH.
Furiosa,
beautiful-strong.

Tho I'm Max,
Mad,
I am mad,
AAAAAARGHH,
I see my daughter sometimes,
she haunts my mind,
I miss-
AAAAARGHHHH.

The girls....
Not property anymore,
The coat-
AAAAARRRGHHH
breathes harshly breathes harshly
Mine.

The car....
Mine.
It's gone.

My blood...
Nux..
I wa-
AAAAARGGHHHH
breathes harshly breathes harshly breathes harshly
his blood bank,
he

HE's

Gone.
Mad Max Fan Poem
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