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Ayesha Zaki Oct 23
Just close your weary eyes
and feel the demise
become one with your veins,
as your heart drips
with transcended oblivion.

The feelings you once harboured
have now departed from the shore,
the forgotten waves
coming to an unavoidable end.
Maybe when you wake up, this will all just be a dystopian dream.
Savio Fonseca May 2022
There was Beauty in Her Silence,
So Beautiful was Her Voice.
Each Kiss She gave, was Elegant.
They made My Heart Rejoice.
Now Her Memories are an anchor,
Dragging down My Feet and Heart.
My weight, is slowly sinking.
But My Soul is not ready to Depart.
As the Clouds begin to Gather.
Thunder strikes the Ground.
My Shadow is ready for the Night.
But My Voice has lost it's Sound.
I wish, I was.....true to Her
and had, My wrongs Mended.
My Dreams, will just be Dreams.
As now Her life has Ended.
AE Feb 2022
Little signs
Waiting at the airport
Watching planes fly
You and I
And this dying sunlight
I’ve been looking for trees
Forests, green
You have been chasing seas
Everything blue and never seen
So, what are we to do,
With this continental divide?
Your arrival
Is my departure time
Your goodbye
Is sunrise
On the other side
Of the world
That lays asleep
Between
You and I
Mathieu Jan 2022
Clea,

Life had a story for you, from the first page you started.

Please, don't shed a tear, it's not your fault you departed.

Fate had a hand to play in the bed that you lay.

He tore us away in a moment of grace.

In rebellion, that smile not once, left your beautiful face.

Clea, visit me, please?

When I'm curled up in bed,
asleep, let your spirit rest on my chest.

Gently let me know, that I'm not alone.

That there is something left?
Leocardo Reis Nov 2021
Every ship
leaving the port,
are each
a metaphor.

To the
brave who
embark,
how often
do you cast
a backward gaze?

To those
who depart
for other shores,
I think of you
daily.
Hourly.

When shall it be my turn
to cast a backward gaze
on those I leave behind?
06092021

Ang damdamin ng poot at lambing
Ay mga mekanismong humahalo sa saya
Ng pusong gustong kumawala
Sa diktador na sumara ng lagusan patungo sa liwanag.

Hindi maipinta ang mga sandaling naging hayag
Sa kung papaanong paraan ba hinabi ang sarili
Sa banig ng karamdamang tumupok sa pangarap --
Sa pangarap na masilayan ang araw
At madampian ng liwanag ang buo nyang pagkatao.

Sa mga nanlilisik na matang mapanghusga,
Tila ba ang pagkutya ay naging agahan sa malamig na umaga,
At ang kapeng mainit ay binuhusan ng malamig na tubig
Sa gabing walang pasabi kung lumisan na ba ang araw
O nanatili itong nakatirik sa tanghaling tapat ngunit mapag-usig.

Ang bawat pagtulog nang patagilid
At paulit-ulit na pagbangon ay sadyang nakakasawa.
Samantalang sa kanyang pagpihit sa debateryang may impormasyon,
Ay naghalo ang sining ng iba't ibang kwentong
Sana nga'y kanyang hayag na natatamasa.

Ang mga butil buhat sa sisidlan ng kanyang liwanag
Ay tila ba wala nang lalagyan pang sasalo
Sa mga binasag na oras ng mapanghinang delubyo.
Tila ba nagbibilang na lamang sya
Ng mga yapak na walang mukha,
At mga katok na nanatiling multo sa apat na sulok ng kanyang paghinga.

Maging ang bawat larawan ay nagsilbing alaala na lamang
Na hindi na mauulit pa kung bumukas man ang liwanag
At mag-alok ito ng pagsakay
Sa hamong hindi nya na maaabutan pa.

Tila ba nahuli na ang pintig ng bawat kalabit sa kanyang damdamin,
Tila ba ang nakikinig ay nawalan na rin ng boses sa paligid.
At ang kahon na kanyang tirahan
Ay pansamantalang naging palamuting
Binudburan ng mga nagsasayawang bulaklak
At naglalagasang mga dahong walang nagwawalis.
Nylee Apr 2021
You are not here for the truth
And I am not going to lie,
let us depart with a solemn goodbye
.
mark soltero Dec 2020
look up at space
the blank void
of everything
larger than any of you and i
leads us to realize
that everything slips away eventually
blank and black voids reside within you and i
only can we unlock what’s true
once we depart
old willow Dec 2020
From your eyes to the tip of my hair,
In a dusk filled with lantern;
There I sit.
Who knows, who seen, who can, who for.
Many times waking up from my dreams,
the world is not what it seems.
William Marr Jul 2020
you wave your hand
without glancing back
walk towards the horizon
becoming a tiny dot
and disappear

with a heavy heart I turn around
yet find you right there

by my side
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