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The clock sounds lost moments with a snickering tick-tock.

As the pages of the still and empty calendar gather dust and wilted pages.

So much time, however, no one to **** such with…

Insanity is the money paid for life’s burdens as wages.

The mind drifts back to memories of loves that have have come and that have gone.

The empty rooms echo with old songs that you play to relive such cherished moments

To keep the feeling alive

Until your heart forgets how to receive or find love and it is worn out to the bone.

Beating so hard for that missed someone.

Beating in excitement for that fresh look from someone you adorre

Quickly, you must catch her, before she disappears out the moment’s doors.

Love seems so hard to find.

Women you feel are interested in

Failing to see you there…holding open a kind door

To open your soul to them

Even if the relationship never lasts past one tick of the clock

At least you stood tall and showed a rainbow of warm colors

As she disappears on the arm of another

A tear fills the eye for one short second

Then you disappear within the moment and you cheer on your victorious and beloved brother.
Osiria Melody Feb 2019
It is I, who is shaken by the subliminal
lies said through your eyes
Which are unfaithful to the truth
I'd rather feign my sadness, lest my
existence disturbs you
Drown me in my apprehensions, a
labyrinth of my fragmented ego
Savor my tears, for I have cried enough
to **** my pride
Yet, it is I who is still shaken
My dearest friend, lover

I do not know how to mourn by the river
Taking my soul, all torn and withered
No one can tell me where I lie
Standing upon my ground, goes awry
Hastily making the gravest mistakes
My heart trembles, never quakes
Such tender darkness, so trivial
Makes my voice come alight through my upheavals

Oh, tell me if my fears mean nothing
Throwing my tears against an unknown something
Only burns, the reprimanding light of day
Night, only sense of freedom, in shape
Thunderous words strike my being
Negative washes do cleaning
To breathe is to draw in one less breath
To speak is to utter one less regret

I don't know how to mourn by the river
Drawing me in, my faults come hither
Relentless suffering that visits my head
I wish something else could visit me instead
I don't know how to mourn from the river
Secret despondence, my only killer
My dearest friend, lover
Show me how to mourn by the river

Grief is like a river which ebbs and flows.
eleanor prince Feb 2019
pain with no script
subterranean roar
pressing call
pushing through
unkempt wasteland

places we don't see
lest they confront
status quo
hidden from all
but the sharp

as echoes we meet
find the persona
sear like another
stinging coal
on splintered frame

bent from carrying
cast on the
lake of fire's
unceasing scourge
a moment of depression breaking through, before a lighter time arrives... perhaps some may identify with its powerful pull
Arke Feb 2019
surrounded in a field of weeds
you pretend to plant your seeds
water something that won't grow
we both know it's just for show

loved it when our fingers laced
miss the way you used to taste
still have you between my teeth
now you're just out of reach

so raise your glass always half full
appreciate what I'd call dull
enjoy all your time away
because alone is how we'll stay

take a sip, give me no heed
find someone else in my stead
know I only drink to you
forget, remember, bid adieux
Nie Feb 2019
why do i keep telling myself
that someday we will end up together
without me or you even doing effort right now
Bea Aguilar Feb 2019
“When was the last time you felt rejected?”
This is her way of opening me.
Pointing out the things
That broke me.
That breaks me.

I answered as tears carefully falls down
On my cheeks
As if feeling every pain
I intake.

“It was when I heard him say,
“It isn’t the same anymore.””
Amanda Jan 2019
Let’s start at the end
It should be perfect
It fell
From the world
It breaks
Love is a fragile thing
We’ve reached the beginning
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