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What poetry
The destiny has
For having us met
Just to break apart.
Suddenly, everything is dead and gone.
Yuzuko Jul 8
Hate can be found in the heart
And can fill the mind
The hate will tear you apart
Especially if you let it define
Wrote when I was thirteen… found it in my journal
Can you really change the way you were?
Because when we had love,
Too much of it left me hurt.
I know I want you,
You're truth to me,
But I don't want my heart to bleed.
I thought we'd go all the way,
I think I lied to myself.
How can I go without you,
For more than these three days?
I don't know,
About changing my mind,
About going back to what we had.
I know,
About hurting,
About being mistreated.
I thought,
About love,
About us.
I think I have to keep the beat in my heart,
I have to keep us apart.
Three day anniversary of breaking up. I want back, but I don't want more of the hurt.
~
man on the moon,
woman in orbit,
unrequited science.
nowhere to land,
nothing to feel,
it might as well be Siberia.
luminaries change,
control lingers in the framework.

the heavens revolve
—deasil and artificial.
she has revolutions of her own,
legs that once swam
everyday in his backyard pool,
(that once draped around his coil)
now openly kick free
from his lunar confines.

he starts the countdown
—one one thousand,
two one thousand,
but she's not coming for him.
she's chasing other transmissions,
the bones of what she believes,
hoping something out there
can activate her heart.

~
Milo Apr 21
I thought I told you I was a failure
So why do you still expect of me?
I'm worthless
Please don't give me false hope
A hollow dream can't carry my body
I'm already sinking
And I don't want to drown
Not again
Please
Not again
Julie Apr 9
You are so smart,
you can handle everything,
but what about that?
When nobody taught me how to be sad?

How to live with pain inside
without going crazy once in a while?
How to handle the eyes always watching
and that feeling of nothing?

I know that Julius Caesar died on March 15, 44 B.C.,
that Maria Theresa had 14 children,
how to calculate an inequality
and what a hyperbole is.

And yet, still, I don’t know how to live my own life.
They didn’t teach me how to fight with a knife,
so instead, I fight with my heart,
and it’s tearing me apart.
What is the thing you wish they taught you?
yıldız Mar 29
A black swan moves through silent streams,
With wings of night, it haunts the dreams.
It wears its sorrow, cloaked in dark,
A soul that drifts, lost in the arc.

But there, beside it, pure and bright,
A white swan dances in the light.
Its feathers shine, its heart is free,
A symbol of what good can be.

Two swans that glide, yet worlds apart,
One carries shadows, one a heart.
In every soul, both dark and pure,
The swans of fate forever endure.
duck Mar 29
a glance at you
it makes my day
the longing grew
my mind astray
following my heart
like a dandelion's seed
wind separating us apart
and i concede
after all-
i'm delusional.
kn Mar 21
Woke up with a heavy heart,
Loud thoughts pulling me apart.
Longing for love I thought would stay,
But some things quietly drift away.

Still, in the quiet, I learn to grow,
From broken trust, new light can show.
And though the pain may not depart,
I rise again—with a tender heart.
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