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justanotherfool Aug 2016
It's been a long time, on this bed,
        listening to all these songs of the dead
May be I should play something else instead,
        a song that could make everything redd.

"Dear, Do you remember any such song,
        that could make me forever strong?"
"Oh Joe, You waited all this time long
        for a notion which you'll never get along."

May be that's where I went wrong,
        I regret begging you to remember that song.
All I wanted was to try my luck before it's too long.
        I thought you'd remember, that your love was that vigorous song.

So now, I am back to the songs of the dead
        wishing for that day to come with no dread.
I hope for that day, a day with no more worries ahead,
        on which I get that final mend, for all these wounds in my head.

Now I can't feel a thing in this body
          Now I am nothing but a dead-body.
oh God, don't breath a new life into this body, of this noddy
          Just let me stay in this lifeless body, to lead a life with no jeopardy.
Please give me ur suggestions
Part of me pines for you.
The practical side tells me to move on.
I don't know what to do, except what I've always done: act like nothing is the matter and stay strong.

I fear though that that might hurt things,
Make it seem to you that I do not care.
But then who knows if this even matters to you?!
I'm probably stupid and foolish to think this will all work out fair.
17th Aug 2016
your tiny kitten paws
your messy hair
your soft skin
your moles
your
you
17th Jul 2016
I think what hurts the most is
the fact that we will no longer feel
as we did months ago

the fact that I will never be
that close to you
ever again
Phantasmagoria Jun 2016
a stabbing shiver corrodes my limbs
goosebumps lick my heart
a fat cramp strokes my lips
and terror waves my mind
freezingly hot blood
flushes twisted nerves
sweet foul shudder makes
all memories awake
blurry visions of happiness
worm into cutting blade
hissing a haunting realization:
that it is too late.
naivety suggests
a joyful brand new start
but the naked present screams
that you grew apart
Luna Fides May 2016
Ever since you left me
I have been wearing
lovers
like strings of pearls
upon my neck,
one after the other.
pretty pearls
adorning my skin
with their kisses.
They say
“You’re beautiful.”
But I still feel

nothing.
Jessi Fusilier May 2016
Saying words just to hear them out loud
Convince yourself you're free
you've moved on
it's in the past
you are happy with who you are
but you hold onto the things they said
you crave attachment
fear commitment
you grew branches when they touched your skin
and shaved them off
to fuel a fire of self-doubt
It's over
it will never be the same
yet you re-read the words
hoping you will travel back in your dreams
re-living the same hours every night
Maybe you can re-create the chills on your neck
and take back the part of you you gave away
Plan for the past
Change the things you said
wishing it never happened
and wanting it to happen again
Say the words out loud.
Convince yourself you're free, you've moved on, it's in the past.
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