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Sabila Siddiqui Jul 2019
I am tired of
the constant cycle of
aching and faking,
hurting and feeling,
breaking and healing,
fixing and mending,
It's like a never ending cycle,
and I am just tired.
Shin Jul 2019
Scarlet pierces through the knit wool sweater.
A harsh contrast against the untouched snow.
The gun comes down, her eyes are cold, yet her
ragged breath betrays fears she will not show.

Blinking, the aether coming into view.
One foot in the grave, I think of my wife.
A blood bubble bursts as if on a cue,
and all I think, "what a wonderful life."
Laokos Jul 2019
born from a splitting
ache in the back-left of my head
like a drill bit whirring in an empty paint can.

i'd give you pearls for hands my love,
ever-winter washing over our foaming cerulean eyescapes.  

inside your drums I hear
a pulse that cries for
hips and thorns entangled
under your
navel.  

one more summer breath from lung to lung
exchanged
under moonlight for the promise of elevation.  
you are not
who you say you are
my dear - you are a
future memory
stalking sweetly today under the guise
of novel pleasure , but time will
reveal your skin to me
under the electric lavender
of my
eyelids.

you are wood grain
and strata -
born too, it seems, from a splitting.
Alice Jul 2019
i suppose it's sad
The business of open hearts
so many just leave

shield me from the world
never let go of my hand
keep me in your heart

but i'm too naive
you hurt me, i'm still bleeding
i believed in you

the expectations
the small hope of you and i
has strayed too far

i'm self-destructive
if i push you away, please
don't listen to me

erase the sadness
cleanse this ungodly pain
i can't breathe alone

i let you back in
even though it's so stupid
i still missed your voice

i just wanted love
why is it so hard for me
no one feels like home

how do i let go
give back the heart i wanted
it can't be too late

i taught you of these
these demons i hold inside
yet, you stayed

there's no oxygen
my lungs are burning, and i
can't say anything
Anastasia Jul 2019
you make my bones ache

                            heart

                        ­       head

                                  soul

you make me ache
I ache for you
Cameron Jul 2019
Lost in the dark, I used to be happy.
My friends have moved on, I have been abandoned.
I'm lost, and I have been forgotten.

I ache for my friends, but to them, I meant little.
I feel too much, I'm too emotional.
I get filled with rage, but I'm not an angry person.

Only when I realized this, I realized that I'm better off forgotten.
Joyce Yuen Jul 2019
you gave her a rose
after you finished
pricking me with the thorns
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