Kit May 5
I held this love in my
But never in my
And with one motion
I destroyed
Faith Apr 14
i dont want to be a part of this narrative.
my life is meant to be mine;
my will is meant to be free,
but what is surrounding me,
drives me to feel uncomfortably trapped.
can i change the way others choose to act?
what i can alter,
is who i am around,
and how much time i spend with them.
i try to limit the toxic energy some exude,
it tends to dampen and drastically plummet my mood.
i just want to run away & start anew.
Cacherosi Mar 15
Today, I found out why they are called crush
they just crushes your heart to little pieces in every interaction
the feeling of breaking is unbearable, slow and crushin'
"Crush!", I can hear the word as the invisible hand grips my heart
It crushes because my heart is a rock, it is tough but not like a diamond.
I wish it's a glass so you can just shatter it with one go.
Anna Feb 25
You just have to remember that

People come and go
Some people care, some people don't give a shit
Some are kind, some are pretentious angels
Some likes you, some just wants to use you
Some are serious, some just wants to play

Go on, have fun.

All you gotta do is remember.
Svanna Jan 6
A year as past
I should be delighted
I should feel peaceful
that a new year has begun
and a chance to restart
and to tell yourself that
“This year is my year”

But I feel stuck
like nothing happened at all
like i am still where i was

no romance
no dates
no boyfriend
no fate

I know life is more than romance
More than finding the one

Nevertheless i feel alone
I see couples everywhere
Happy, in love and content

i am happy, not in love
and yet i am not fulfilled

Furthermore i wonder what it feels like
having that speciel someone
having romance

Falling asleep and waking up
with a loved one next to you
Intertwining fingers
Kisses on the forehead
Arms wrapped around the waist

All the things i have never had

Once it was close
so close that my heart tumbled
I thought for a while that this was it
This was what i had been waiting for

I was wrong oh how i was wrong

So now i’m left with an aching heart
who longs for more
Glass Jan 3
persistently the next half hour you descry
a physical ripe sombre of theraphy
almost parallel to the velleity black box which rests in
the corner of
a cleansed embouchure
while in this moment I reflect (an undoing)
to the puzzling collections of vulnerability with frail
strangers but
i'm dreaming of another anatomy "detachment voicemails for the 200th time enthralling
parllor doubt of our eventuate catharsis"
headaches rapt speaking softer, perhaps it's a scarlet crushed
rivive creaping
by to heal the burns*

- *G
happy 2018
Rashed Dec 2017
2017 was a wonderful and joyful year,
All the happy moments and those filled with tears.
All wonderful things must come to end, so do not fear.
'17 is about to leave and '18 will soon be here.
A few tips for those whose intentions were unclear.
Confess to your crush in the awkward atmosphere,
whatever his/her answer may be, you must be persevere.
Love aside, your family is above all,
Once or twice a month, do not forget to call.
'17 will haunt you for your actions that seemed so small,
Commit the same mistakes and you WILL fall.
Cherish every friend, as each to their own story,
Listen and you will appreciate him/her greatly.
As to enemies, keep them closer
with time, they will be the reason you have grown stronger.
For the new year :)
Emmanc Dec 2017
I hate the way
your eyes reveal,
The way they sparkle and talk.

I hate the curve,
The laugh of your smile
As it tries not to grin.

I hate them.
I like them.
I hate that I like them.
I hate that i like you,
And I don't know why.
Because we don't have a chance?
Because I found you too late.
It's not you that I hate,
It's the false hope
given by time
Time that I don't have.
I don't expect we'll meet again.
J Dec 2017
Being called “annoying”
Is like a glacier, frigid, rigid, inescapable preventing from social contact

A choking, strangling feeling penetrating your veins. A stone crushed by the might of a palm

Isolated, observing, analysing social conversations yet never overcoming the boundary

A tether severed and knotted to the throat. A rush of pain caught in the wind at the hilt of the dagger.

But a hand, a few words can reach into the chasm, rejoice and untie.
Create connections and weave intricate relationships, to bloom into a captivating flower.

That hint of compassion, gradually using the rubble to form a new personality, saving esteem.

Blooming, prospering
Ellie Phant Dec 2017
These feelings are so loud
I cannot hear anything else.
Determined to drown them out,
I dare you
to do your damnedest
to demolish my eardrums
with decibels meant to devastate.
I want to be crushed
by a falling wall
of bone-breaking,
surround me
with suffocating blankets
of sonic booms.
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