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Seanathon Jan 4
With that
A weariness crept up close upon me
Without a word or caustic look
More silent than a shadow stalks
More lonely than an abandoned Rook
It jumped and I fell fast asleep
Surely as weariness, consciousness, and companionship exist
I feel, as if only one of these can be
Whence awake
A creeping weariness alive
Faizel Farzee Nov 2019
I try and stay calm but I'm starting to pace,
Memories discarded, a projected sequence
Of broken imagery through my mind start to race.

These demons singing to my soul
I can no longer face, they eating at my being
It's a gourmet meal,
they can't get enough of this desperate taste.

I'm directionless, even times time I waste
Losing myself daily
Even the air that I breathe,
Hates every breath that I take.

Without you my worlds just an empty space
You took my heart with you,
I can feel it faintly beating, in your trash case
Sprinkled with the hated words, floating in a river of hate.

I have to hold on to my sanity
Or it will get lost in this state
Was any of it even real, or was every moment just fake

My discarded feelings
Scattered and misplaced
Constantly searching for happiness
When you left, it packed up in a haste
Now I'm left with the broken shards,
Of a life that was never meant.
The feeling we carry can sweetly sing,
At times it plus at your code
and love start to sting,
the angelic voice, now screeching
Just hold on for dear life, remember
Your heart is still beating.
Nylee May 2019
Catch me with the light
Cause I only play in the darkness
Creeping around with my
Claws out
Colten Sorrells Jan 2019
people come and go
leaving impressions behind
but does it matter?
will I be remembered?
Blade Maiden Sep 2018
"hush dear, be safe with us"
of whimpering
"liars, don't listen, don't make a fuss"
"you can't pretend, in your head it's all about us"
My reflection
mirrored in a strangers frown
creature creeping
underneath my gown
is it me, sweeping
give to whom it belongs, this heavy crown

In your pictures
the conflict hides
through pretty gestures
beauty subsides
and love with its tiring lectures

I don't give a ****
about your empty phrases
turned down praises
Watch me pull the plug
Your insincerity amazes
as I watch you feast on a deers pluck

You're not a dog
all you do is bark
getting rid of carcasses at the bog
listen closely and hear the lark
we all get lost in the fog
see if you can catch a spark
listen closely and hear the frog
you will see me in the dark
Dog Years Jun 2018
The tired old Tortoise
painfully creeps across a
desolate desert
Sahir Bhat Jan 2018
The landline was disconnected,
I know that I'm not the only one in this
that you're there too
She does not owned a cellphone
We used to talk on landline for hours
I still have your landline number
And It looks like a suicide
It reminds me I'm all  alone , alone in the hood
Now I hardly notice you
Creeping  up my wall not bothering anyone
It is actually dead pieces of you
I’ve inhaled more of us than anyone.
Katelyn Billat Oct 2017
Its name is sadness.
Violent sadness.
It's creeping up again
It is giving me anxiety
Because I don't want it
To crawl in my skin
Again and be comfortable.
With the anxiety brings depression.
It's always been there,
Never completely going away.
But I can ignore and it slows,
Grows smaller everytime
I smile and laugh.
But every time someone leaves
Me for someone shinier,
The sadness spreads like wild fire,
Like the mold on strawberries
I cannot eat.
I wish I was born thin like her,
Perfect like her,
Golden like her,
The one who steals them away.
As I watch the monster crawling
Towards me,
I analyze it.
I watch the way it moves slow,
Trying to not be discovered
Like the way I do.
It moves swiftly,
Not in pulses.
I watch it creep,
Pulling itself from
Whatever depths it came,
Like the way I do.
And that's the scariest part.
I watch it's iridescent
Nails crawl closer.
It has a diamond ring.
So do I.
Aidan A May 2017
What I don't understand,
Is that I feel it when
We hold hands,
Or when she rests in my arms
And steals a quick glance,
When she thinks I'm not looking.

When she half smiles,
And though shes been silent for awhile,
How there's a faint glimmer,
In those otherwise
Indifferent eyes.

How about when we tease
Each other, and talk ****?
Then we exhale
She rests her head on my chest
For a bit,
While her hand graces my thigh.

I feel it so strongly,
But I can't understand why
She won't say it

My eyes feel so cloudburst.

I try not to make
It matter,
I know her better than that -
And for the sake
Of what we have,
I won't let it shake
Me, I let it be...

Call me an old young man -
I am old fashioned
In that sense,
I feel so juvenile
Cause I hated the word
For the longest time
Yet it'd make me feel better,
Even if just for awhile.

Some of her peers know,
Through the affection we show,
But most don't
Is it a can't, or won't?
Perhaps I'm still a risk,
Cause I don't feel like a constant.
Maybe that's why sometimes she feels so...

Is it real?
Is she worth it?
Of course it is,
Of course she is.

I can tell from all this
Fleeting bliss.

Cause I sense it,
When I'm half asleep,
With her curled up next to me.
Or when she places her lips
Ever lightly on my cheek,
When she runs her fingers through my hair,
In those moments,
I know she cares.

I try to think otherwise,
That its not a must.

I don't want to force her
To define what this is,
But I am selfish.
Because I need to know,
That shes willing to show,
That we are more than just friends -
That this is a means
That I am an end.

I know she loves me,
And that I love her
But sometimes
I need to make sure.

Am I that insecure,
To need to want more?
Grow up, Aidan.
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