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Sabila Siddiqui Oct 2018
I would've torn myself
limb from limb
to appease your hunger
but you still would't have wanted me.

I would've broken my bones
to build you a throne
but you still wouldn't have wanted me.

I would've wrung myself dry of blood
to quench your thirst
but you wouldn't have wanted me.

I would've skinned myself
to stitch you clothes
but you still would't have wanted me.

I would've burned myself
to keep you warm
but you would still leave.
Ali Ashraf Oct 2018
You lighted up my world like a spark for a while,
how unfortunate I was I thought the day has arrived.
I mistook you for sun that was me being naive,
you burned my world and said "I was just being polite".

© Ali Ashraf
Blade Maiden Sep 2018
I reached the hill
now there is silence
Thought I took the right pill
felt like hope wasn't a form of violence
But when I met myself at the highest bit
I didn't know what it meant
The hill was really a pit
a hell heaven sent
Feeling fragile
wearing nothing but torn dresses
as the devil became more agile
I dream of him as he trespasses

I reached the hill
it's silent
My own abandoned town
filled with ghosts and defilement
Burned my notes of obsession
cinder on my lashes
for a brief moment I see flames of possession
as dark eyes rain down ashes
The devil's got ahold of me
he brought flowers filled with poison
I grew a field of them, a flowery sea
silence came as I shut the noise in

I reached
My silent hill
poisonous oceans will hide
as I keep us still
the devil always in sight
Dibyendu Sarkar Sep 2018
I sat with the pictures
in my hand
that once loved me
memories started to burn
under my skin
I rolled the paper took the
longest line in one breath
Eyes red
am i still alive
dose the stars still shine
why the heaven doesn't have
rainbows all over
earthlings are still walking
on the lane of my dreadful past

I'm tired
I'm still alive
will burn again
for now i
closed my eyes.
Tell me would you burn with me?
Anthony Mayfield Jul 2018
Tonight
I want to learn
How to cry
Let me see
How it feels
To burn my wings
I crave to hear those voices
In the dark
Let me see how it feels
To be insane
Letting it out will be a sin
So I will keep it in
Teach me now
Then disappoint me again
That moment when you're so low that you let your inner demons out for all to see.
Lynnia Jul 2018
We were dueling with sparks
Now we’re juggling fire
Flame still starves in the dark
Never beaten or tired
Doesn’t dim with age
It can’t be blown out
Still alive with rage
Feeding on your doubt
It doesn’t think
And it can’t feel
Driven to the brink
Craving its next meal
Anger scorches your soul
Many have learned
If you play with fire,
you’re bound to get burned.
Anger scorches you from the inside out and letting the blaze speak for you has its consequences.
Alya Adzkia Jul 2018
"are you really in love with me?"

"of course, I really really love you, babe."

then, why doesn't it seem like you do?

because no—not really. you're just in love with the way I always make you feel. like you're the Sirius among my constellation of stars.
because you are.

you just.. you just love my words. you love the way I pour my feelings for you through my poems. you love the way I arrange words and phrases to cheer you up on your hard times. you love the way I appreciate everything you do.

you love the fact that you're special to someone—to me. but you neither give me a feedback nor treat me the way I treat you because you know that I'll always be there for you, whatever it takes.


— of course you are my Sirius,
but darling you're shining too bright,
and I'm burned.
Alya Adzkia Jul 2018
there was an iceberg
inside my cracked-soul

you walk in
in case to warm me up

but you forgot
I was an ice;
I could melt

and you don't like me
because
I melted too much
that I became a fire

too hot
you're afraid that
I will burn your soul

— I love you, why would I?
adept Jul 2018
i sat in secret,
watching you build a
safe place with your own
two hands. but when he joined you,
i burned it to the ground.
and you never found out that it was me all along
K N Brown Jun 2018
she gravitated toward knowledge

much like

the moth to a flame,

and the flame that knowledge was,

it burned her
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