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Eloisa Jul 2019
It is only in my moment of silence
that I could hear my voice
I got lost in the wilderness
but I have found myself
~My Regular Nature Walk
There should be moments that you have to find time to have some solitude to review the past and do some deep thinking which is vital to your own growth. This is the time to identify your dreams that you already brought into reality and some goals and plans that you have not yet accomplished. Being with my own company at times provided me a chance to rediscover myself and my life’s purpose. It helped me reflect on my past and chart my future properly.
LC Jul 2019
it's a massive sigh,
almost an exhale of stress.
it's the tension unraveling 
from knotted shoulders.
it's when hearts stop running 
and simply stroll.
it's the moment of recovery
between profuse tears 
and hopeful reassurance.
it's the drop of calm 
that spreads over the lake.
it's when the sun stretches its rays 
from behind the clouds.
it's the beginning of the end
and the start of a new beginning.
C Cavierre Jun 2019
When the lights
go down
and colors
burst
profound
thoughts
replace
the numbing
days
jayebird Jun 2019
If I owned any power i'd spend it in an instant
Every wish granted steals a speck of my soul
But with this blow
Preserve my purity please
Help me unsee the ******* sway of trees and
Settle down those birds in the dirt
Reverse the men who capitalise on my void
With dark magic toys of survival, made with some militant oil
Erase the permanent crease in my face when time serves worry
Wipe off the artificial laughter on them,
Cut off their hair and
Let us share it for our glad communion
Let me feel my own body
Without the ******* and reaching
Of wild flies at me like some flesh sun
Leave the well bitten life to run rampant and free
I have nothing to believe in now, but something beautiful like you, steal this suffering and
Give it to stillness instead
Have it grieve and breathe in
The future leaving,
Now, if only wishes
Made the world unbroken.
Wishing on a wet dandelion.
annh May 2019
...write
write yourself
write yourself well...

'One writes primarily to free oneself from oneself.'
- Marty Rubin
Ashes

Her ashes run through your fingers
choking me in her memory
my heart breaks
I bleed tears
silenced
mute
Brevity of catharsis
marianne May 2019
1) Muster all the courage you could, take these foreign roads, see that they stretch out longer than the well-lit streets you used to walk together,
2) Remember how fear was cold metal, iron weight on your mouth,but you took the blade between your teeth, kissed the edges all for his glory,
3) If you have walked miles and miles in the landmine of his heart, each step anticipating an unwanted end, tell me, darling, what else could render you petrified?
4) Remember, your bones didn’t rattle, your skin didn’t betray you, your resolve didn’t crumble when you saw all the ****** remains confined in his closet, so why are you shaken now?
5) You learned how to fold yourself to make room for his doubts, his fears, his demons that go beyond the realms of his self-made prison, so why do you now refuse to occupy the space that had always been yours?
6) You’ll drive away, you’ll stop thinking who else could be seated in the front with him, you’ll stop feeling him next to you as he traces the lines of your hand like a map, as if you were actually headed towards anywhere other than the cul-de-sac where you first found this love
7) And there are other places left for you to fill other than the void inside that boy,the world gets so much bigger than the haven you found in his room
8) You’ll crawl your way up to the pedestal, grant yourself all the power you have been denied in the name of being more for other people when they treated you less than what you deserve
9) Baby, swear with all the sad rage of a girl that only served as a cigarette break that you will forgive, that one day you’ll sit across a boy with vacant eyes and you wouldn’t flinch,because he’s just a boy and you are so much more.
10) You are so much more.
-W.
**** what gurl idk anymore
cleann98 Apr 2019
were you a bodiless ghost
i could ask of you to haunt me
be with me,
or even blame me.

yet you're now a barely beeping machine
i can only wish you're dreaming peacefully
hopefully—
painlessly...
there is this one folklore or myth that says fireflies cannot cry or weep tears, that's why they burn themselves instead as catharsis.

in reality though, the light they emit comes from luciferin, and instead of a fire is actually a cold reaction. sad though, they really aren't given the chance of purgation.

read this as you will.

but would you say it were coup de grace if a lonely little firefly were to die in the blaze of warmth and in their own volition

or do you think it were any better for her to carry on cold and without escape in a world where she can't cry or give up?
Jon-Luc Apr 2019
Enigmatic locks of brunette hair let out a cathartic release
Now watch as the man flees with the upmost glee
As he is faced with emerald gazes
Fear
Fear                                  Fear            ­                                  L
                             ­      Fear         Fear                               o
                                                               ­                      v
Fear                                                           ­           e

Not of the reaper but which was sown
Of ones own ilk.

Envy    H
   Envy                                                          a  ­                                       Envy                      ­        
p
Envy                       p
                      ­           Y

Even Narcissus was brought down
In a pool of his own grandiosity


                                            Doubt
Doubt
                                                                ­                Doubt  No more
Sexus Obscura Mar 2019
Oh, the way you inhabit me
I shudder, etched inside of me is the feeling of dying
Pulsing, your emanations
Consume me and I refuse to release you from my clutches
Struck breathless instantly
You offer little reason, but you return my robbed passion
I glimpse at your grave eyes
And I feel the tide of the sea within me start to part for you
You catalyze my stolen gaze
I almost feel you shudder and rush in my sodden esophagus
A soft pink suckle
I euphorically asphyxiate for you, on you – with you
Unuttered, my subconscious
Fabricates the smell and taste of your flesh using your words
My body is left ravenous
To the conjecture of your apparition as it levitates above me
Below you I kneel – impure
Please let your sensory invading of my aquatic mind cleanse me
I chant a plea to your figment
Imagining your tongue feeling the words move inside my mouth
My glistening incantations drip  
And I feel your stirring when my lips part for evening prayer
I awaken an appetent beast
Rising to dominate the submission hibernating in my sharp bones
My locked jaw wants it all
I won’t release you, so let me taste your last watery breath

I shudder, etched inside of me is the feeling of dying
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