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You can't truly find what you're searching for if you just keep on wandering within your finite space.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2017
Gabriel burnS Aug 2017
Don't keep this
hidden inside
behind the windows
beneath your eyelids

You shy away
from the flare
in my gaze,
the light bulb
in your room,
lit blindingly
between the
osseous walls
Ryan Holden Jul 2017
Don't shut me outside
Because I will get used to
Your featureless door.
MG Jun 2017
I smoked three cigarettes today.
Three.
My "magic" number.
All to make you go away.
Leaning to poison to ease my void
that you left me.
Three.
My heart is empty.
My soul is closed.
My bed is cold.
Three.
All because you came back into my life at 3am.
Three days ago.
Poetic T Jun 2017
Antiquities of yesteryear  
locked behind with  
                         no keyhole.

Hallways of possibilities
stretch forth, new doors
                       painted fresh open

Uncluttered, painting new memories inside.
Ryan Holden May 2017
Punching through a hollow void,
Quickly grabbing a falling boxed heirloom,
Just touching your finger tips,
Watching it fall into eternal chasm.

Plunging into depths searching,
To find treasure that's empty,
In an elegant wooden shell,
Diving to surface, notions stung,
Holding a wooden box of drained love.
It's about those closed book styles of people!
Nylee May 2017
Behind a closed door
There is yet another world
you don't know about
Ryan Holden Apr 2017
Her walls are
indestructible,
I throw rocks, stones and catapult boulders,
I chisel away through nooks and crannies trying to find a weakness,
I hit it over and over with a sledgehammer,
Yet no matter how hard I hit the wall
I cannot knock it down,
I have merely chipped my way into her heart.
A story about 2 people who are in love, yet one being an open book the other being closed.
Mane Omsy Apr 2017
It has elevated
The beat can beat
a sewing machine
I'm scared of wolves
This empty road too
The houses on both sides
Populated but, are closed

I tried to knock on each doors
None opened, they're watching
Behind curtains
through the windows
Unwilling to give a hand
Redemption - X

When people realise your pain and neglect you just because they can celebrate watching you. Or they are afraid to help you just because they don't want to involve in anything that serious.
María José Apr 2017
My eyes closed, your arms around me.
My eyes closed, your rhythmic breathing warms my neck.
My eyes closed, the alarm goes off.
My eyes open, you´re not there, you never were.
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