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If my father could see me now
I hope that he would be disappointed in me.
It would be easier than knowing
I can make out a man underneath the smoke,
underneath the mountain of ash left on a burning man’s face.
It would be easier to hold water in my hands than accept
that his love would burn me to ash too
i'll leave him to burn a while longer
08.10.2021
09:42pm
Jammit Janet Aug 2021
I am full of disappointment
Existential dread
That every breath I take
Is corrosive to my mind
Gnawing away at my essence
Dulling its shine
Ursula Wolf Jun 2021
Why
Why did you ashore on my ocean heart
And tamed my impossible waves?
Why did I lay on your wild wind
Which pushed me onto unloving waters?
Why did you kissed the full Moon
And chased my clutching lips?
Why did I utter words into your eyes
Which cursed my faithful hands?
Why did you cheat on my trust
And stole the sky from our embrace?
Why did I believe in your look
Which took a spell on my darkening soul?
Why did You?
Why did I?
Why?
?
Then
My love for you was as broad as the horizon
Then
My pain came in waves
Then
My tears flowed like flooded rivers from a days rain
Now
My heart and mind shake like leaves
at the thought of not rooting and branching out with you.
Now
My spirit wants to be freed, not bound to the lies  you say true.
Now
You're still not shy to say you love me sadly you've made me doubt, you working games but slack when it counts.
Testing times for young relationships
Dianali Jun 2021
I am aware,
That you are not.
That this pain, my pain,
Is not yours.

Never good
Or just not good enough
There was something to
Your eyes, in me,
never worth to be fond of.
I wonder why she was,
while I was not,
In a rare case where a ghost
defeats real flesh
Real lust.

Me, with real flaws
And real love, and really,
Really hurt
By the waltz of the past
You made me dance
Till my feet bled,
And my body ached,
And my soul was broken,
And my dignity.. left.

But I’m aware,
That you are certainly not
that this pain, my pain
Will never be yours.
Arlen Jun 2021
I felt your tidal wave of expectations
Flowing down on me
I thought it was a miracle I didn't drown
You told me I should have built a boat
Sometimes just getting by is okay.
Tom Lefort Jun 2021
Fallen people are the common ground,
Relentless pursuits of no avail,
Desperate illusions of a promised land,
Flaying limbs no hands that join,
No hope no help no heaven;
Falling people screaming without a sound.
sunrat May 2021
With one foot in and one foot out the door
I'm always one to keep another waiting.
Now the coffee's cold and I'm left contemplating
if anything at all's worth waiting for.

Why let this moment drown in expectation?
Now is not the time and we both know
to ask for any sort of explanation
is to ask for more than you or I would owe.

Half past one my foolish heart still races
every time the entry doorbell chimes.
This city, home to seven million faces,
could disappoint me seven million times.
This is a loose translation of Mascha Kaléko's 1933 poem "Auf einem Café-Tisch gekritzelt" in the German.
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