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Oh you'll lift the heaviest corners of my heart
and of course, lift that faltering smile
Daemons haunt us and chase our mistakes,
monsters who'll tear us apart

Oh you'll bring back the memories which made me cry
and of course, bring back the hope, which you destroyed
Angels will listen for the simplest lies,
faeries waiting for the quietest sigh
 Jul 2013 Sunako Tortyrshy
Sir B
Come.
Reside in me.
There is a void here.
There is no life here.
The doors are completely open.
But I don't remember keeping them open for you..

With your face covered in darkness
It is unforeseeable to look at my future
And yet.
You stand tall with your sword
On your left side.

You are not welcome here.
Thanathos
I never said I desire death.
Though I do, inside my head.
So leave.
Now.
A poem for those who think I am on the verge of self destruction, there is hope. I haven't committed to it, yet...
Biting your flesh in the darkness
How it yields

I am primal
Downwind from you
I am longing

'Us' is just a whisper, thick with liquor

But I have heard the note in your laugh,
That comes too easy

Clinging, lingering like lucid cigarette smoke
My dilemma

- For I cannot discern,
Who the fool is
You or I?
Eyes cross paths.
Darting to avoid the other.
A dance of dark brown and blue.
Smiles to show fondness, and smiles that show affection,
those smiles, you'll never see.

Words spoken in haste that make the school children blush
and sing nursery rhymes that are both cruel and true.
and words you'll never hear me say.

A volley of suggestions and misleading requests.
A lie.
My lie.
For you.
The lie that I give to you
as a gift
like the glances and moments I wish that we shared.

The thoughts in passing that make me sigh
the kind that would make old lovers coo in rememberance.
The longing gaze from across the way
the gaze I pray you do not notice.

The lie.
My lie.
The lie that sits in my stomach and sours.
The lie that I wish I didnt have to tell.
The lie I tell for you.

Or for myself.
The line blurs and I'm hopelessly lost,
lost in feelings of high school adolecence and mid-summer nights.
lost in my love.
Lost in my lie.


Oh, it's nothing.
 Jul 2013 Sunako Tortyrshy
jackie
I'm not sure if I
Want to get better
Just yet.
I am happy,
But I miss the sad passion
I used to have every day.
I miss the drowning in my lungs.
I miss the tunnel
I could never escape.
I miss the monsters and demons
That would swim in my mind at night.
But I do not miss
The old me.
 Jul 2013 Sunako Tortyrshy
AJ
I'm only interesting when my pain is fresh.
It has festered now,
And I just feel repetitive and bitter.
Like a green apple,
I hate green apples.
And swallow the words of love,
For tomorrow is not far away,
It's just around the next corner.

And it's too volatile that we made war,
For the next-generation will curse,
It's our duty to pass on peace and love.

And for fulfilling the promise of love,
For dispelling the fright far away,
It's just not only our world we live in.

And forgetting  all the ancestors,
For just self-focused motives,
It's going to take us just nowhere.

Friendly hands pull us out of the deadly freeze,
For planned selfish motives that will rain gold,
Being considered as the idea to save the world.
My HP Poem #338
©Atul Kaushal
Paint each tempered vein
Time for us to begin
Love is dreamt within the pain
Passion in the tailspin
Each word that cuts like knives
Etches in the soul
Never good at holding on
Even worse at letting go

Blank stares grasp onto me
Chilling my very bones
A seashell called love in an endless sea
Senses dulled, skills unhoned
Making up words, wanting something in turn
Promises worth ****
Choices made and choices lost
Perfectly off pitch

Time a constant except in death
A warden to my jail
Looking for a key inside of me
Tired, tried, failed
Peel back this skin, searching in depth
For a reason, crazy or sane
Time to look within myself
Search each tempered vein
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