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Irem Sep 2020
I can feel it, both in my heart and mind
Eating me alive, creating scenarios constantly
Always whispers to me, makes my heart race
'Till the serotonin hits my brain.

It's like a sweet, tranquil melody or
The feeling of fresh air on my face and
For a while, whispers and obsessions go silent
Until it starts all over again.
I wrote this when I was dealing with my thoughts caused by OCD. To all people out there dealing with this, you're not alone, stay strong.
Raven Blue Sep 2020
In a house built with gray walls;
Marigolds withers and falls.
The sound of a violin at night that casts the spell;
Then winter bid us farewell.
The raven fly up high;
When the storm came and the clouds started to cry.
A wish to end this....?
PAIN
Lewis Sep 2020
The gods they yearn for mortal malice
For the heartbreak and bittersweet
A god cannot win nor lose
pining for mortality like a child at the windowsill

While gods wage war with fire and stone
Undressed heroes embezzled in golden lights
They know that forever is an enchantment
For a memory holds no power in a life without death
Even stars flicker into darkness
Life cannot be sweet without the wrongdoings of time
Like the sourness of an unripe berry
And the death of a fallen chrysalis

Time electrifies love
Pricking it into existence through forbidden kisses and secret notes

that's where true beauty hides
One must lose to know it is love
Saïda Boūzazy May 2019
I like blue; it's the colour of the sky
I like blue; it's the colour of his eyes
I can see his love reflected in that sky
I can see how big it is like the sky
His love for me reflected in his eye
like  the water reflecting the sky
Blue, pure, and  mere like the mere ^^
Amber K Sep 2020
Every time I here sirens,
I think of you.
I think of the lights I saw.
The reds and the blues.
I had no idea it was you.
And to this day,
I still flinch at the thought,
that it could be someone else I care about.
Shared from my drafts. About the day I lost a friend to suicide.
Jackson Bussey Sep 2020
Dew
The morning dew shines a crystal blue
A mirrored sky welcomes a fresh dawn
Worries from yesterday lie behind us
Bask in the weightlessness of a new day.
An old poem, one I wrote ages ago that I suddenly remembered.
Ashley Rowan Sep 2020
Don’t touch my heart
With your bare hands
You will burn you fingers
Because all my love
Has been bottled up
Since the day I was born
So my heart turned from yellow
To red
To blue
The warmest bit
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