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Mar 2018 Poet kiri

dreams

Mar 2018 Poet kiri

the unwritten note

dreams

I kept chasing
you, as if
you were
a distant dream.
But dreams
are not always
dreams.
Sometimes, we have
nightmares too.

When did those dreams turned into nightmares? When did I stop believing in the magic of dreams?

#dreams #nightmares #love #heart #change #hope #memories #dark #hurt #nostalgia

Mar 2018 Poet kiri

Poema XX

Mar 2018 Poet kiri

Elaenor Aisling

Poema **

The scrape of thought--
like the scrape of skin
on the bare threads of a sheetless mattress.
Limbs, like the first lines of a journal,
******, new,
waiting for the scars and the stories that follow
as bodies move together,
so slowly as to atrophy.
Memories echo in the silence
light careening through the window,
and words we can't remember teasing our tongues.
I could have asked you so much, and so little.
These are the stories we tell our inner selves,
the half-truths we justify
and the lies we ignore.
The moments we relive until they are frayed
beyond memory,
beyond repair,
the quiet brush of hands
over a tattered blanket.

#thought #skin #journal #sleep #memory #love

Mar 2018 Poet kiri

Another “Her” Poem

Mar 2018 Poet kiri

Lewis Gray

Another “Her” Poem

Cold blooded angel begging for death
Asking for a smile next to her bed.
Heavens gift with hells deliverey
Giving her property and broken bulbs
For a head thats alone with me.

When i speak to her
Or her wings, the thought goes.
If i had said what i wanted to properly
Nothing would of changed.
Id still be in the floors.
Hiding up,
to warm up my feelings
with cold metaphors.

For a close friend

#love #sad #longing #acceptence

Mar 2018 Poet kiri

please be naked

Mar 2018 Poet kiri

Jack

please be naked

“please be naked”

she stands in her doorway wearing just a gown,
I walk in the house, dumbstruck by beauty,
up in her room undoing the bow, the shield simply slides down
caressing her curves, stroking down to the floor,
intertwined bodies craving the touch of the other,
joined as one in the gentle acts of love and lust,
romanticised ideals of perfection and soft rhythm,
delicate groans as two become one,
the broken poet, for the moment, is gone,
my drug addiction of you, just wanting more,
As my heart bleeds, love begins to pour.

“please be naked”.

this poem is influenced by The 1975 instrumental song "please be naked". i regularly think of this song as romanticising the act of *** and the trust required with it rather than what most songs make it today. despite having no lyrics the song speaks volumes to me and id definitely recommend it to anyone. stay safe and live well. JY x

#sad #depressed #love #lust #*** #naked #happy #pleasebenaked #the1975 #indie

Mar 2018 Poet kiri

I want to die

Mar 2018 Poet kiri

Ben Adam Johnston

I want to die

All i am is a **** up
Don't look up you might see me falling from that building rope around my neck hanging publicly

Mar 2018 Poet kiri

Judgment

Mar 2018 Poet kiri

Sunny

Judgment

Everywhere I go, I feel judged by people.
When I talk, I feel that people won’t understand what I say.
Maybe my voice is too deep. Or it just sounds stupid.
So I never talk. I close myself off.
I guess that’s why I don’t have any friends.

When I share my writing, I’m scared.
What if it’s garbage?
That’s why I don’t share it. Nobody will like it anyway.
When I share for feedback, all I get is the same thing:
“I like it.”
…But what did you like about it? It’s so unclear.
That’s why I don’t improve. What am I supposed to improve on if I don’t know?

Judgment is terrifying to me.
How can anyone do all these things without fear?
Giving presentations, standing in front of crowds…
It just makes me all sweaty. My heart palpitates.
How is so easy for everyone else to get themselves out there?
…Maybe, it isn’t Maybe everyone else is just as scared as I am.
Or maybe, they just do things, not caring at all about what anyone says.

I think I should do that too.

#anxiety #fear #judgment #socialanxiety #sharing #freeverse

Mar 2018 Poet kiri

Everlasting

Mar 2018 Poet kiri

Jay M Wong

Everlasting

O’ doth we all dream of a love everlasting,
A flaming passion that overwhelms our soul,
Where within those gorgeous eyes, my darling,
Shall we be aimlessly lost with nowhere to go.
My sweet maiden arth thou angelic and fair,
May we one day rejoice in longing randevu,
When thy heart calls on past memories, my dear,
Know that I shall always and forever love you.