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Yrso Oct 2018
she cried on the third
in the middle of the night
cradling her sorrows
which resurfaced from the burrow

the hurt was sparkling greatly
holding an immense armor of maybe
maybe she's still the girl from the past
maybe she can never be steadfast

she let it drown her
until the tears were over
then she closed her eyes, took a flight
this is good night

it took sixteen days
before another night turned to a haze
tomorrow is a new labyrinth to walk through
inhale, exhale; she's more than her blues
Camille Jun 2018
It's 2am.
The dawn traced my face with chill.
the skies are full of jewels tonight,
The moon dazzled through my eyes
The gleaming gems are out again,
There's noone out there,
Except my shadows and me,
And the still waters of the sea.
It's 2am.
I'm saying adieu to all my hopes.
These songs are all flashbacks,
The beauty in your chaos remained vivid,
the darkness in your laughter still blares.
But the thwack in your heart hushed.
I can see you, but I cant feel you anymore.
Feeling nothing is feeling something.
And it's 2am.
No one's out here but me,
and the dying heart you left.
But then, it's 2am.
if the world would rescue me,
I'll always save this void.

Just in case you run back to me.
The Misconstrued Mar 2018
He lit up her world,
And then left leaving a little bit of his light with her,
She fuels it with their memories or imaginations,
He visits her time and again to gift her that one more memory,
To keep that light burning forever?
Stuck in a vicious cycle
Galbraith Frase Oct 2017
Here's a poetic division for a boy who caused a dozen,
A dozen expectations and a bucket of hope.
But was I hopeless?
Yes, I was, and it felt tight like a strangling rope.

If I could count those glances and stares that you threw, I would.
To me they're unexplainable but I know there is a meaning.
Those dark orbs of yours sometimes lighten and a shade of grey,
They keep taunting me, under pressure, made my heart beating.

Sweet talk, sweet words, sweet nothings.
How come they zoned out to be a foul?
There is nothing to blame, not even my challenged reputations.
Afterall, it did not matter, because you made me fall.

I cannot forget your hints, they're all stuck in my head.
Every little word you say is quite tangible.
But I regret everything, all the unsolved puzzles,
This memory is the worst and surely unforgettable.

Your label's blank, erased, and unnamed,
I had scorched down my crown and of course, my ability.
As fragile and broken as a cracked vase,
Blue boy, you should know that you're nothing to me.
Wrote this at 2am and it felt good lol :)
Galbraith Frase Oct 2017
Was I irrelevant?
Or was I being honest?
Did I become a servant?
Or have I agreed to be taken advantage of?

Am I that odd?
Or I'm just totally different?
Have they heard those words before?
Or they just don't want to listen?

Did I grow to beg?
Or I'm just a pathetic pleaser?
Do I approve my dislikes?
Or did I simply became bitter?

Do people give me a definition?
Or I'm just stuck with a temporary guess?
Am I still walking in the path of my own ordinary obstacles?
Or never, have I ever kept entering the shadows of being a complete mess?

Who do you think you are and who do you think I am?
Tell me, darling, am I some kind of a lost gem?
I need to find my peace and a place to be,
Because these questions are still haunting me.
Questions, blah, blah, blah...
Anastasia May 2016
Growing up,
My father warned me
About many things.

But he never warned me
To stay away from brown eyes
That glistened when she smiled
Or freckles that only appeared along her
Cheeks in the sun.

He never warned me that I could become
On a person so easily.

That I could,
And I would
Do anything for her happiness
Even if that meant

He never warned me that falling in love
Could be painful,

He never warned me for the rejection,
The thoughts
Of never being enough.
The nights
Of drinking
Until passing out
On the bathroom floor.

He never warned me that a person could love
You one day and
Their mind
The next.

But in defense of my father  

I don't think anyone
Could have warned me
About the dangers
Of falling in love with
B P Dec 2015
if this body was
not mine. would i still hate it
and treat it the same?
treat yourself right. I love you.
sanch kay Aug 2015
it hurts to write down
all the words i feel.
memory is a blade,
slashing through the numbed skin;
i bleed in thoughts.
today, everything hurts.
sanch kay Aug 2015
i have questions to ask to
those who believe they have
every right to leave trails of
mass destruction blossoming
(like the fresh blood of a flesh wound)
as they trod across a landscape
of broken hearts -
tell me, does it delight you
to watch an entire generation
go down in flames?
so sick of all the apathy and cowardice.
sanch kay Aug 2015
slash my wrist
wait to die.
this whole living thing is taking its toll on me.
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