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 Jun 2016 m i a
Isabelle Perla
Underwater there is no sound.
No echoes of voices and hatred and loud
Screams of past loves that knock on the door.
Deep under water, that's all from before.
There, you breathe - in and out in and out. There are no consequences, no shame, no doubt.
There I am free.
Yet
It remains.
A soft, subtle beat.
No matter the pain, regardless of name, it remains.
It just
Won't
Go Away
My heart kept beating,
Though I begged it not to stay.
I wrote this after lying underwater for as long as I could, and my heartbeat rang in my ears. I wanted to escape all of it, but it stayed. Though I begged it not to.
 Jun 2016 m i a
Michaela
Silence
 Jun 2016 m i a
Michaela
There is violence
In this silence
In the words that you don't speak

Accusation
In excommunication
That lasts for months and weeks
 Jun 2016 m i a
chasing vapors
it makes me remember
what i don't want
to remember
ten word poem #2
 Jun 2016 m i a
Loveless
And now I lay myself down to sleep
My soul is here, in your arms to keep

Protect me from those sorrowful scream
Keep your eye on my dreamy dreams

Sometimes I'm scared, look upon me
Slay all the nightmares I may see

My goddess, take my care through this night
Wake me up by your kisses by morning's light
Only for you :)
 Jun 2016 m i a
Pauline Morris
On the sidewalk an egg you could fry
My bones are starting to liquify
 Jun 2016 m i a
y i k e s
I'm Not.
 Jun 2016 m i a
y i k e s
i'm not here.
                              i'm not alive
i'm not awake
                            this is not real.
 Jun 2016 m i a
ForgottenDiety
It started
when a
broken string
in your guitar,
caught my arm
and drew a line.

You mumbled
an apology,
yet we know
that was half a lie.

I pressed a finger,
then I added my palm,
but the pain didn't stop,
and you didn't either.

The white line had
turned to pink
until
red liquid
starts to
squirt.

The hours has passed
and the band
keep playing,
same with my
heart
that left
lamenting.

The long agony
is gone,
so does the red
in the line,
but the mark it left
behind
will stay,
together with
your red guitar
and the bridal
dress
I never get
to wear.*

(c) ForgottenDiety
A tribute to a friend, whom I will only see in dreams.
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