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دema flutter Oct 2020
no one's past should
define who they are today,

unless their present
is merely an extension
of the supposedly
dead and buried.
Savio Fonseca Jul 2020
The Tears on My Pillow,
are having a sad story to Tell.
All Night long I was Crying,
at the place in which I Dwell.
There were Tears of Pain
and Tears of Sorrow.
A few spelling out....to Me,
There's no Tomorrow.
Some Tears that poured,
we're too hard to Hide.
As they were buried
too deep, deep Inside.
Alas the Tears that,
always make Me Smile.
Haven't appeard on Me,
for quite a While.
aspen wilde Jul 2020
your head buried in the grains,
icy waves rush over slapping reality into you,
forcing you further into the sand.

you say you feel "pain without hope"
then let me be that hope
the sharp slap of reality doesn't always fix your problems

a sequel to 'let me in'
Poetic T May 2020
An avalanche of empathy
             dislodged
covering me in suffocating
                                realisation.

That I wasn't the mountain,
       more the snow.
               Soft and delicate,
   sentiment never compacted enough.
Claudia Apr 2020
I fell in love
With the
Kind part
Of you,

The one
That would make sure everyone
Was Okay,
Even though you were not,


I fell in love
With the
Brave side
Of you,

The one
That did things,
Without a care in the world;
About what others thought of you.

I fell in love
With the
Loyalty piece
Of you,

The one
That stood up,
For the people you love the most,
Even though you were the one who needed someone to stand up for you,

You did
All of that,
Without knowing what others thought of you,
And you chose,

And you chose
To let it go,
To let it fade,
A piece buried.

I used to love
The broken soul
You once had,
Because you were kind, brave, and full of loyalty.

Now it’s faded,
And you don’t care,
You thought someone was not out there for you,
But I am... I was,

Until you let it fade,
Until you chose to go;
In your place is someone
That I don’t know.

I fell out of love
With the
Dishonest
Side of you,

The one
That lied
About anything
To friends and teachers.

I fell out of love
With the
Lazy
Part of you,

The one
That didn’t care
For the dreams
You once had.

I fell out of love
With the
Rude
Piece of you,

The one,
Who talks
Over someone
Telling an awesome story.

I don’t know anymore
Whether I love you or not,
But I do know that the person
You once were is faded and is never coming back.

You may have lost your soulmate,
I may have been her,
But I don’t care,
You lost your chance,

Now you are
Someone I don’t know; Don’t love
You were
Someone I used to know; Used to love
Poetic T Apr 2020
We were none the wiser, I shopped the stalls,
for bread, for father was treating us to a
                                                                ­­          luxury.

He'd been offered overtime, and we didn't have it
      very often. But he knew we were down, and hungry.

Feeling the earth move, the gods were either hungry,
                                       like our empty stomachs.
Or they were punishing us for not giving enough praise
                                             for there gestures of kindness..

We heard the rumbling of Vesuvius, like an empty belly
                                                       rumbling for worth.

Then we heard the screams, as the mountain spat its
anger towards us, we had no where to run.

To hide from the mountains anger was futile.
             We huddled together,

praying to our gods


for salvation..

But our plea's  were unheard,
   had we put our faith in the wrong god!!!


Hearing the dark snow fall like pebbles and then the
                      ash of concealment.

Suffocating in our prays, we huddled tighter than
             life's last breath... and then we
            were like statues
frozen in a moment of futility...

A once flourishing moment, buried in times
                   concealment.

We were found, shells of our former selves,
                  huddled in eternity a love.

Fossilised in a last moment,
           telling the future we died together,

a moment of love shown through the ages...
Poetic T Jan 2020
People always ask me
             how do I stay calm,

I tell them, that I send a snapchat
            of a shallow grave,

          saying

                          #Wish you were here,

And for some reason,
                 there not annoying anymore.
TF Jan 2020
The truth which I suppose had haunted me in these recent times
In reverence here you shall rest
While I attempt to portray you
To frame you
For those to yet view the imperfect picture
You shall see the drapes pulled away
Inspect the canvas worn with age
The splintered heart
Name these things
For the soul needs testimony
And in these things there is bounty
Rejoice! For is that not enough?
For you to exist whilst the ideal does not
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