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That Random Guy Dec 2020
Lost count of days
But you are all that I miss

भूल गया हूं ये दिन रात और ये सवेरा भी, पर तुम ही तो थी जो याद बहुत खूब थी
dead empty right
Abner Ros Dec 2020
Eagles of stone stood valiantly outside
The rickety aged home of wood planks.
Though, were unsuccessful in their duty of protection,
As the roaring conflagration reduced the estate
To mere smoke amidst the icy air.
Michael Luciano Dec 2020
Awakened lonley and blue
by a deceptively beautiful hue emanating deep from within the skies devide.
The horizion I eye, and think....
..Soon.
      And
                   Then.
Soon,  
I find myself, Eyes wide to the sky
Where the perimeter it bends.
Flying high, wild inside. We tried,
But could never ever find the end.

           The
                         End.
Abner Ros Dec 2020
How do the gnawing claws of Death ache less than the resultant onslaught of loneliness?
gift Dec 2020
:(:
I hope you don't understand my poetry
cause then it'll mean you're blue like me
I hope when you read it you don't get a thing
cause my words scream nothing but empty

I hope when you look at the stars, you wish
not stare and think of ending it
I hope when the sun rises you smile
not thinking that you wish it didn't

I hope at night when you lay in bed
you won't think you'd rather be dead.
—g. l
but if you understand my poetry, I'm sorry.
mark soltero Dec 2020
each doubt in my mind
feels like a break in the atmosphere
inexplicable apologies flood my already clouded mind
there’s a lot in this life i want
you’re more than each to me
sad eyes
****** walls
and overwhelming feelings that control me
when the night falls
new moon clearing the air
of what’s unsaid
telling you all the ways I want me dead
i want to know what eats you
the cardinal tragedies that keep us apart
all day i silently search for blueprints to your heart
too afraid to ask
i have to face my fears if i want you
Leocardo Reis Nov 2020
I peered into a sink
and a fish
glared
blankly
at me.

such dull
lifeless eyes
struck me with
a hint of
fatalistic humour,
as if asking me
"what is for dinner?"
Myrrdin Nov 2020
You built a cemetery for me in your head
Just in case you found a way
To bring back the dead
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