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pluviophile May 2018
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darling take a hold of my hand
before i
mess this up
your smile can brighten up any day
and as i look into your eyes
and see you
all i see is pure joy
all i want to do is laugh the day away
pluviophile May 2018
poetry isn't written by people who are depressed
it is written by people who have found art in their emotions
pluviophile Apr 2018
i never knew about you
4. you were scary
11. i was scared you would take my family
12. i accepted you as a part of us
13. i wish you could come sooner
pluviophile Apr 2018
i wish you could see me now
not then
i regret everything i did
and i only want you
everyone changes
but i changed a little too late
to keep you
pluviophile Apr 2018
you were the brightest star
that's why i saw you
but as i got closer
i realized that your glow was just a cover up
to the fact
that you were never as beautiful
i was a little too close
for my own good
and i had to let you go
i could never find you in the night sky after that
pluviophile Apr 2018
was the blackest night i could remember
i didn't have the voices of angels to sooth me
demons took charge that night
i feel bright blue eyes settling on my
as piercing as the dark scythe he held
another painted white creeped out
their faces smiling with the smiles i did not want to see
i try to tell myself it will be okay
but in my heart i knew it wasn't
i pray as they come closer
their prescence tighten my throat and don't allow me to speak the words i needed
i clutch blankets as a shield
but i could feel my former protection wrap around me like the chains coming up from hell
i scream
with a scream i hope was not the voice of him
i imagine the tears streaming out like the phlegethon burning the demons
but it only gives them like
arms catch me
it takes me a moment to realize that they were neither angels or demons
but soothing arms that actually cared about me
i surfaced out of my run away imagination
it is no longer black
and no demon is no longer there
but i was so sure they were still watching me
pluviophile Mar 2018
i can't stand to hear your voice
because another whispers
in the safe conceals of a shadow
you other meaning
as easily interpreted as the looks
of your face that speaks otherwise
the way you always look left to walk right
or look happy when you're angry
luring me closer and closer
revealing everything once i'm too close to back away
the eclipse speaks as though i am some monster
too late
i realized this twilight's voice was my own
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