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5.3k · Sep 2018
sun
pluviophile Sep 2018
sun
you are like the sun
i might be flying too high
wanting you
you are further than i can reach
but close enough to hurt me
i can feel you melting my wax as
i come closer longingly
ignorant of my own doom
because i only realized
how little i knew you
so as i make a last attempt
my own wings tear apart
and i'm left
falling alone
1.3k · May 2017
Wonderland
pluviophile May 2017
behind monochrome layers of fog,
clouds,
ice,
are beauties of the natural world.
long forgotten and taken for granted,
a variety of reds,
blues,
yellows pile up.
our spectrum -
our prism of crystal glimmers -
fill up our everything.
now,
fading away in my remembrance,
remains nothing but a sheer shine,
a dazzling imagination
filled with extraordinary visions,
replacing the wonderland
outside of it.
written by c.g.
1.3k · Oct 2017
Mulan
pluviophile Oct 2017
daddy used to call me his little warrior
his little princess
his little mulan

princesses have happy endings
so i will have mine too
right?

mulan finds the love of her life
she saves her homeland
my best friend just fell in love with someone else

i stare at my reflection
showing who i am inside
through my smiling facade
all i see is condensed sadness
i see tears

today we learned about the real mulan
she killed herself

i hold a knife
i am my father's princess
but princesses don't all get happy endings

steel meets flesh
blood meets earth
1.1k · Nov 2017
Math
pluviophile Nov 2017
i hate math
not because it's boring
or it requires work
but because it is the thing
that causes my mom and i
to fight
you won't realize this
thinking it's only a shallow opinion
but to me
math is a wall
separating me
from love
786 · May 2017
Silver Skies
pluviophile May 2017
Trade me some beauty,
and I will give you silver skies.
Speckled with ***** gaze,
of stars,
like silver glitter spilled in a river,
yet in a world above,
it seems not tainted by life,
only a still galaxy
of perfection.

Trade me some beauty,
and I will give you silver skies,
so you can gaze into a different world,
and start your own dreams.
544 · Oct 2017
Clip
pluviophile Oct 2017
my only hope for you
my love
is that some day
they will stop clipping your wings
and you will fly with your silver feathers
506 · Mar 2019
monsters
pluviophile Mar 2019
it's truly crazy
how alone i feel
surrounded by monsters
wearing human masks
502 · Nov 2017
harder to keep
pluviophile Nov 2017
what is harder to keep?
your love
or my sanity?
492 · Oct 2017
No One Dies Alone
pluviophile Oct 2017
they say no one dies alone
and it's cruel
but once i pass
i will leave a hole in my sister's heart
once my sadness ends
her sadness will begin
forever
489 · Jan 2019
tissue
pluviophile Jan 2019
i'm just a tissue to you
i'm there for you to soak up your tears
but as soon as i tear
you can throw me away
452 · Mar 2017
I Remember
pluviophile Mar 2017
I remember,
When I was eight.
I held a silver blade over my pale wrist.
But it told me to stop,
And so I slipped it away.
I remember,
When I was fourteen.
I brought out that same blade,
Along with two others.
Silver, black, blue.
Yet again,
They told me to forget.
Regretfully,
I hid them in the drawer of my wooden desk.
I remember,
When I was eighteen.
Ready to end everything,
I brought out all five of them.
Silver, black, blue, white, green.
For all my deadly sins,
I deserved them.
Tears welled but were never shed.
My guardians,
They told me to rise up,
To continue to make memories.
all credits go to my friend, c.g.
430 · Oct 2017
Dancer
pluviophile Oct 2017
she was a child
and she got sick
she lost all of her hair
the crown to her head

years later
she rips off her wig
and dances to the world
the inspiration was a friend. she's bald, after getting cancer when she was young, yet she shows off her head without any embarrassment, and is an incredible dancer. if she can do it, why can't we reveal our true selves to the
world too? she' an inspiration~
423 · Feb 2019
tell me to stop
pluviophile Feb 2019
tell me to stop getting distracted
because it's so easy for you to say that
tell me to stop binge eating
because it's so easy for you to say that
tell me to stop overthinking things
because it's so easy for you to say that
tell me to stop getting scared
because it's so easy for you to say that
it's like you think i want to be like this
if i could stop then i would
it's harder than it seems
when i think about the word stop
the only think i can think about it to stop living
385 · Mar 2017
Mirror
pluviophile Mar 2017
The times you stared,
Into the glass,
Gazing at your flaws,
And wondering what could pass.

You don’t need to beware,
Of yourself or your looks,
You don’t have to feel weird,
For burying yourself in books.

What others think,
Should not matter to you,
It’s only what you think,
That really matters, to be true.

Stop being harsh,
For what you seem to be,
Enhance what’s inside,
The things you can’t see.

Don’t judge yourself,
By what is staring back,
Through your bitter mirror,
Letting self doubt attack.

Through your cracked eyes,
You see only the outside,
So search a little deeper,
Push your mirror aside.

See what you are,
Not what's unsuitable,
Because then you'll never see,
That you are beautiful.
dedicated to c.g.
364 · Oct 2017
apollo and daphne
pluviophile Oct 2017
she is silver to his gold
her tone as cold as snow
he finds her and chases her
he's faster than she's slow

she runs away from him
but he refuses her answer
because as much as she hates him
that's how much he loves her

she falls weeping to the ground
praying to the earth
which plants her as a tree
and allowing her rebirth

he cries among her branches
winds a laurel wreath
he hates himself for trying
and he lives in his grief
inspired by one of  my favorite greek myths, apollo and daphne
351 · Mar 2019
balance
pluviophile Mar 2019
it's all about balance
people who appear neutral outside
seem to be neutral inside
maybe that's why i'm so sad
while acting so happy
335 · Apr 2019
song
pluviophile Apr 2019
my hair flows
like the delicate music
that keeps the suicidal thoughts at bay
331 · Mar 2017
Fly
pluviophile Mar 2017
Fly
You lay bruises,
Across my broken skin,
You let me fall to the ground,
You shoved self doubt in.

The dust and dirt,
Is where you dropped me,
Yet you still refuse to go,
Refuse to let me be.

You scattered words on me,
The bitter, sour words,
As if the broken bones could hurt more,
The thought is just absurd.

The sky is right above,
But the ground is all I can reach,
If only there was a ladder,
To heaven from the beach.

The horizon is just one line,
One line I cannot cross,
The climb is just impossible,
For someone who’s life is loss.

I’m shackled to solid earth,
With chains of iron and stone,
No matter how much hammering,
I’m trapped here, alone.

I’m finding a way to smash them,
To crack the hard harsh chains,
How can I stand up right,
If like a hungry dog trails pain?

I’m not going to climb,
Over horizon to the sky,
I’m not going to jump over,
I am going to fly.
319 · Sep 2018
what you've done to me
pluviophile Sep 2018
if only you could ever know what you've done to me

ink stained my skin from where i wrote hate letters to myself

scars line my skin from where i tried to cut out everything i hated about myself

fat clings on my bones for dear life because i tried to starve it off

pain still flows along with my blood, traveling from my mind to my heart

if only it could leave with all the blood i tried to lose
268 · Aug 2019
skip
pluviophile Aug 2019
when you needed me
i skipped class for you
i skipped sleep for you

when i needed you
you skipped over me
266 · Nov 2017
Ground
pluviophile Nov 2017
the earth is my best friend
she will be there to catch me when i fall
264 · May 2019
criticism
pluviophile May 2019
why am i sensitive to criticism
maybe it's because of my mom
every time i open myself up to be rated
i instead get berated
253 · Jun 2018
parachute
pluviophile Jun 2018
always scared to
but i realized i did it
before i ever thought this through
i don't know how to feel
accomplished or afraid
because i think i fell to hard
for you
before i jumped
i should have gotten a parachute
242 · Sep 2020
six words
pluviophile Sep 2020
isolation's comforting; none here to object
242 · Feb 2019
cuts
pluviophile Feb 2019
bright red mouths
jeering at me from my own body
they stay
laughing
i only have a bandaid to cover them
230 · May 2018
===
pluviophile May 2018
===
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
224 · Oct 2017
Thank You
pluviophile Oct 2017
the last time i said thank you to you
i said thank you for nothing

but i can thank you now
thank you for teaching me what not to be
209 · Mar 2018
don't look back
pluviophile Mar 2018
fly freely
my dear
don't look back
e v e r
otherwise
your worst thoughts
will
c o n s u m e
you
207 · Apr 2018
death
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
202 · Apr 2018
a little too late
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
201 · Nov 2017
I'll Be Here
pluviophile Nov 2017
when you need a useless friend
i'll be here
the person you laugh with
but won't love
i'll be here
to have a substitution
but will never be first
i'll be here
someone who will put on a smile
but later cries alone
i'll be here
200 · Jan 2019
some bitter words
pluviophile Jan 2019
some words leave a bitter taste

they taste like strong, lingering coffee
at first pleasant, but eventually unbearable

they taste like inhaled cigarette smoke
something never forgotten
but a significant part of childhood

they taste like hiraeth
longing for a life from once before
one without a missing piece

father is a bitter word
198 · Oct 2017
A Messenger From God
pluviophile Oct 2017
it was a normal day
too normal for visions
but he told me what he saw
red figures dragging me down to hell
in chains
the flickers of fire
as vivid and bright as the devil's eyes
i'm a step away from the pit
pulling me
only god's will is holding me up
then an angel descends
helps me up
and brings me away
i wasn't christian then
i didn't understand

two years later
i am standing at the line between life and death
a silver knife in my hand
but i remember those around me
in my hazy thoughts of hatred
i thought people cared
i remember what he said
and angel pulling me away from hell
it'd changed my life

he is truly a messenger from god
193 · Aug 2018
song of panic
pluviophile Aug 2018
i'm immediately consumed
by the darkness around me
and i look for an escape
behind me is the light outside
but i can barely reach it
it's so close
but running away
i can only move forward
into the unknown
and i already regret it
193 · Sep 2018
dreams
pluviophile Sep 2018
my dreams aren't shattered
i'm not devastated
i just realized
that what my dreams are
might just always be dreams
and it's time to focus on reality
191 · Dec 2017
VIEW Our Sorrow
pluviophile Dec 2017
goodbyes are hard to say
because we never know when it is our last

your breathy voice whispers
it's last message
"final farewell"--
and before we know it
you've committed to something
that would scar us

your angelic face fade
into death forever
leaving me in bitter tears
because we never treated you right
like a human

seeing you lifeless
a crushed rose with poison
in you wilted stem
tears my heart into broken glass
tunes my words into broken blues
turns my writing into broken poetry
and all i can think about is

my sorrow
i'm speaking for everyone
when i say
i'm sorry that it's our fault
such an angel has left the earth
that you were driven to your pain
leaving us to all cry for you
knowing we would never see you

i speak for everyone when i say
sorry
we love you--

KIM JONGHYUN
december 18th is a painful day that will forever be imprinted in my heart. it was the day we had to say goodbye to our beautiful singer, Kim Jong Hyun. it marks the day that he gave himself to depression. it marks the day that all shawols come together to cry together. most importantly, it marks the day of our mistake, as shinee's world, we failed to support him, and give him enough love. all we can do is mourn. now all we can do is pass roses over kim jonghyun's memory.
death is painful
183 · Nov 2017
lonely star
pluviophile Nov 2017
all of the stars have disappeared
ridding the midnight of it's life

there is still one star left
the one who is struggling to brighten up it's world
the lonely star that is left
abandoned
like me
180 · Nov 2017
Family
pluviophile Nov 2017
seconds to start
years to build
broken with a single lie
hurt in moments
memories lost
regretted with nights of cries
178 · Jan 2019
middle name
pluviophile Jan 2019
middle name

something some people flaunt
they say it within their introduction

something some people admit
a half-hidden secret

something some people hide
deny, refuse, reject

something some people lack
so they never think about it

anxiety is my middle name
175 · Sep 2019
ghost
pluviophile Sep 2019
i'll always be here
like a sunflower follows the sun

i lost myself trying
to find you when you are gone

i'll never stop caring
even after all that you've done

even though you are a ghost
174 · Jun 2018
now i'm scared
pluviophile Jun 2018
when i thought
he was the one just for me
but then i saw
him and i just weren't a we
the heart break
when i was young
was enough
to hurt me until now
and now i'm scared
that the same thing will happen again
with you
174 · Oct 2017
Broken Promises
pluviophile Oct 2017
broken promises lined you lips
as you spoke out more

your promises are like a drug
they make everything okay
but only for a moment
leaving me even more broken

your tongue spits out fire
burning the skin on my heart

you give me fear
to ever fall in love again

to ever make a promise again
172 · Jan 2018
love myself
pluviophile Jan 2018
all you need to do is love yourself
but i can't because
how can i love myself
when that girl in the mirror
is my worst fear
168 · Feb 2018
i believed
pluviophile Feb 2018
i believed i could fly,
before you beat me to the ground,
so i lost my wings of dreams,
and left without a sound.
pluviophile Nov 2017
a drop of spilled ink is permanent
never to be erased
but the ink flowing into my blood
is not the smallest i have faced
167 · Dec 2017
Cry Myself to Sleep
pluviophile Dec 2017
i'm such a happy girl
i smile for my friends
i still have a voice to laugh
but why do i still cry myself to sleep?
165 · Apr 2018
the brightest star
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
165 · Feb 2018
just a game
pluviophile Feb 2018
i'll love you forever,
will you do the same?
i should have realized,
this was just a game.
164 · Feb 2018
the sky is the limit
pluviophile Feb 2018
i reached the sky
and fell down right after
but nobody cared
i can hear the stars' laughter
164 · Nov 2017
rain
pluviophile Nov 2017
i love the cold rain
because when it is raining
no one knows you cry
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