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Alistair Jun 4
๐‘ฐ'๐’Ž ๐’•๐’Š๐’“๐’†๐’… ๐’๐’‡ eฬถvฬถeฬถrฬถyฬถtฬถhฬถiฬถnฬถgฬถ.
๐‘ช๐’‚๐’ ๐‘ฐ ๐’‹๐’–๐’”๐’• ๐’•๐’‚๐’Œ๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’๐’‚๐’‘?
๐‘จ ๐“…โ„ฏ๐’ถ๐’ธโ„ฏ๐’ป๐“Š๐“ ๐’๐’๐’†?
๐‘พ๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐‘ฐ ๐’„๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’†๐’๐’… แด€สŸสŸ แดส แด€ษขแดษดส ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’•'๐’” ๐’๐’†๐’‡๐’• ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’ ๐’Ž๐’†?

๐‘บ๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐‘ฐ ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’“๐’š แŒ แˆƒแŠแ‰ฟแˆจแ‰ป ๐’Š๐’๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’‚๐’…?
๐‘ฉ๐’–๐’“๐’š ๐Ÿ…œ๏ธŽ๐Ÿ…จ๏ธŽ๐Ÿ…ข๏ธŽ๐Ÿ…”๏ธŽ๐Ÿ…›๏ธŽ๐Ÿ…•๏ธŽ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’ˆ๐’“๐’Š๐’†๐’‡ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’•๐’๐’“๐’Ž๐’†๐’๐’•?
๐‘ฐ ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’๐’๐’š ๐’˜๐’‚๐’๐’• ๐’•๐’ ๐Ÿ…ด๏ธŽ๐Ÿ…ฝ๏ธŽ๐Ÿ…ณ๏ธŽ ๐’Š๐’• ๐’‚๐’๐’,
๐‘ฌ๐’๐’… ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’๐’‡ ๐’Ž๐’š ๊ช‘๐“ฒ๐˜ด๊ซ€๐˜ณ๊ช— ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐‘ฐ'๐’—๐’† ๐’Œ๐’†๐’‘๐’• ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’”๐’ ๐’๐’๐’๐’ˆ.

๐‘ณ๐’๐’๐’Œ ๐’‰๐’๐’˜ bฬธrฬธoฬธkฬธeฬธnฬธ ๐‘ฐ ๐’‚๐’Ž,
๐‘บ๐’‰๐’‚๐’•๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’†๐’… ๐’Š๐’๐’•๐’ ๊Žญ๊€ค๊’’๊’’๊€ค๊‚ฆ๊ˆค๊Œš ๊ชฎแ ป ๐Ÿ„ฟ๐Ÿ„ธ๐Ÿ„ด๐Ÿ„ฒ๐Ÿ„ด๐Ÿ…‚ ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Š๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Š๐’.
fฬถrฬถuฬถsฬถtฬถrฬถaฬถtฬถeฬถdฬถ, ๐‘ฐ ๐’˜๐’‚๐’”
๐‘ญ๐’๐’“ ๐‘ฐ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’๐’๐’• ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’„๐’‰๐’†๐’… ๐’•๐’‰๐’† แต‰หฃแต–แต‰แถœแต—แตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟหข ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐‘ฐ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’… ๐’”๐’†๐’• ๐’•๐’ ๐’Ž๐’š๐’”๐’†๐’๐’‡.

โ’พ๏ธŽ ๐’‚๐’Ž ๐’‹๐’–๐’”๐’• ๐’‚ ๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’“๐’ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’๐’š sสษlษŸ,
๐‘ฐ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’๐’ ๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’•๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“…๐“…๐“Ž ๐’๐’๐’“ ๐’Š๐’๐’…๐’†๐’‘๐’†๐’๐’…๐’†๐’๐’•.
๐‘ฐ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† nฬธoฬธ ๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’•๐’ ๐’…๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’„๐’‚๐’–๐’”๐’†,
๐•ด แตƒแต ษ fฬธaฬธiฬธlฬธuฬธrฬธeฬธ.
Sharon Thomas May 24
I never want to bleed again;
The way I did before.

For an unrequited love,
That was worth dying for.

The beauty of the rose;
Deceived me,
My love for it,

Thorns pierced through my skin,
With a single touch,
Making its way to my

Thorns that shot poisonous darts;
That lead straight to my heart..

"Oh the torment!"
I cried in pain;

Why was I in agony,
When all I did
was love.
Kushal May 14
Lately I find I only write on pain
Feeling that it is all that is within me,
And nothing I do
Can wrench the feel from my heart.


I fear it has taken root...

I no longer see myself without it.
I saw the smile on his face,
As he laugh at his own jokes,
Take his punch line,
It is an ordinary day isn't it?
Well that was i thought,
As he rushes through the door,
With positivity of leaving,
Then coming back at night,
Were waiting,
Patiently waitng,
He promised us a dinner,
He promised to cook,
High expectancy,
We thought off a good dinner at night,
But flash forward to that day,
As we were patiently waiting,
A phone call that were hard as a concrete hit my face,
A year without a rain,
He's footsteps out through that door,
Were the last thing we knew,
This night is gotta be better,
But instead we meet a souless eyes,
Bursts our agony,
Till midnight,
It seems forever...
Close your eyes,
Breathe calmly,
For some time

You've looked down to yourself for so long that you forgot what it was to be alive.
Break the walls that you've built around you to protect from the agony, the pain, the apathy, that trapped you into them.
Our lives are not supposed to be talked about in a piece of poetry. They are too complex, unique. Our reality cannot be determined simply by words, rhythm, rhymes, music.
Chemical signals. Physical laws. Duties, Emotions. Joy. Wellbeing. Despair. Depression.
The possibility of crying out loud all of the sadness that had built in for ages, and to absorb all of the splendor of a hug with someone you love in a minute that lasts forever. Enjoy your journey. Do not waste these precious moments, even the darker ones. We are to be living wonderful and sorrowful times, but life is not about wonderfully sorrowful times.
To wish you were someone else would ruin and waste your precious uniqueness. It is all about the journey, just live it all, experience all of the thousand sides in a diamond where life beatifully scattered its light. Experience the shadows, thrive in the dawn. Just do not forbid yourself from living. Do not anticipate.ย ย Be wonderful and find your way.

Long breathe.
Embrace yourself,
and open your eyes.
Sometimes things don't go your way. It's part of the game. Has to be, would be a pity if it weren't. I hope this is appreciated by the few readers.
Melody Mann Apr 14
Stranded among deserted dreams she folds her hands,
Prayers whisper in weakened ears as her punishment beams,
This reckoning will magnify throughout decades for her exile awaits,
A lonesome retreat for a somber song,
Broken soundtracks repeat reconciled tunes,
A sanctum of regret welcomes her remorse,
For deeds cannot be undone and the words spoken stung;
Ghastly hours await.
LC Apr 13
the glass broke through my skin,
piercing my heart over and over.
the agony brought me to my knees
as I carefully removed the shards.
the wounds sting, craving relief,
from a soothing, cool, light balm.
I slowly apply it, closing my eyes
as it enters the wounds on my heart,
bringing me comfort as I start to heal.
#escapril day 12!
KyleB Apr 11
The rain clouds are dragged over by invisible winds
A storm. Raging, strong. Unstoppable
Colder than ice, piercing through my body

The rain is wetting my eyes
The storm is controlling my heart

A world, a body
My cage


The clouds my fog

The body is nothing but an empty vessel
Rats welcome
Making themselves home
Nagging from the inside

Just a puppet
Only some skin and bones

It is a waste
I am
Everything is useless

This is irreversible pain
The bodyโ€™s only filling.
Never. Ending.

Changes impossible
The inside is dead

Please help
Sanidhya Rai Apr 5
One cannot fathom the true demise, unless they walk the path with swollen eyes.

No one wants to be sad, but what could be done if the world cast them aside.

One has to give in to his mind, for the thoughts that leak continue to terrorise.
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