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Aleeza Nov 2017
tick, tick, tick
i am not counting the hours i've spent with my fingers between yours
i am tracing the maps on your arms
i am trying to find a way home

we do not know what time it is
maybe it's 2am and we both have things to do
maybe it's 3pm and we have places to be
maybe it's midnight and we really have to say goodbye

all i know is
the world is not on my shoulders anymore
and all there is now is the wonder in your smile
all i can see is how well we fit

in my years
i wanted to know what it was like
to be beautiful enough to haunt
and here you are beside me in the dusk
and you tell me that i have entangled myself in your thoughts

all this time
i have been been trying to find what all the poets and the artists create for
and i found you

tick, tick, tick
how long until you see
the cracks that taint me
the shadows that follow me around

how long until you decide not to stay
you distance yourself from the calamity of me
how long until i have to beg
to stay with me so we can be lost again
Cheighny Nov 2017
It’s nights like this
Hyped up on the high
Of post-sadness
And you

My music running laps in my brain
You keep me up, though
You make me like this
I get you tomorrow
To hug you
See you
Maybe even kiss you
But probably not

I do not want to go to sleep
Because it ends this
Feeling of euphoric silence
Because the music in my head
Is so blissful

I don’t know really
Am I sad!
Happy?
Alone.
Who knows
I do not

I should close my eyes
And let this go
And give into it all
But I am stubborn
I need this darkness
A lamp as this is too bright for me

I miss you
Now I sound insane
As if I didn’t before
Oh well
Goodnight nobody
Gabriel burnS Aug 2017
“I’m your key, Pandora;
I’m just as guilty
as you are”
KRRW Aug 2017
Smoke
gets trapped
under the leaves
of trees
after the rain.
It gave me
the impression
that the shadows
of those leaves
are glowing.
Up the sky,
I can see
the sun,
but it doesn't
hurt
my eyes.
The chilling wind
carried the scent
of the muddy soil
beneath my feet.
It reminded me
of all the devastation
brought upon
by the storm.
Last night
it rained.
Written
05 August 2015


Copyright
© Khayri R.R. Woulfe. All rights reserved.
Tina Marie Feb 2017
Desire to go
Desire to be,
Good to you

Come, let’s go
We’ve got no place
To be, to see
Where the light takes us

Take us, mighty light
We follow blindly
We follow with purpose, but
No justification will do

Only when and where there is
no doubt, shall we be able to
find each other,
within ourselves

We can find each other
Again & again &
Get lost in the
vast emptiness
Of calamity.
Sarah Gammon Sep 2016
Uncertainty;
A nagging feeling in the pit of your belly
eating away at any remaining sanity
as you question everything constantly.

It is sweaty palms and legs that are shaky
short breaths from a chest closed tightly
as you live calamity after calamity.

It is fear of the unknown possibilities
that plague each day with negativity
as it eternally resides in me entirely;
uncertainty.
Copyright Sarah Gammon 2016
Diána Bósa Sep 2016
Back in those days, who
broke your wings that now on, though
you are healed at last,
you cannot even bear the
sweet thought of flying itself?
Jules Aug 2016
and it is the worst,
y'know,
that descent into silence,
slow and all at once, they say,
that sudden shaking sadness.

it springs outta nowhere,
see, that pounce, that shadow consuming,
and see,
suddenly you’re hollow.
suddenly you’re gone,
or you wanna be gone—
like my heart’s tryin’ to pound
only my chest’s on lockdown
and no words’ll come out my mouth;
see now,
it just seems
there ain’t nothing i can do.

nah, see, i’m sorry, just—
some days,
i am consumed.
intensity twelve: and my mind too is in calamity.
Jules May 2016
it is bad enough by now
that i can pinpoint when it starts.
the slow ***** of downhill.
the soft lull of descent.
it is quiet and deep and pulls me in without a thought,
a noiseless explosion.
i explode,
but only inwards.
i crumble,
but only from within.
there is no collateral damage
except to myself.

and in this knowledge,
i would excuse it as okay.
who cared, anyway.
it was okay as long as i kept it silent;
a survival that only goes one-way.
shows only one side.
i would wait for the storm to pass with baited breath.
for the earth to stop shaking, the waves to quit crashing.
ran, lost.
tried to find a way out of the calamity
that was myself.
do as i say
never as i do.

in other news: guess this means i broke the creative block :)
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