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Miro Sep 2017
We were like a sparkle in a sterile planet,
we never became fire.
But do you see that comet there in the sky?
It came back.
So could you
Word play let the end to have a role of affirmation as well as supplication.
Elyciren Sep 2017
You are a tidal wave, the dead sea. Ripping at my heart, drowning me out.
I am a hurricane, using your strength for my own ambitions.
We are polar opposites, you and I.
I can be as heartless as you.
Austin B Aug 2017
Burrowed intimately in my own sedacious eclipse,
I awake mid day, soaking up our heavy and expected frivolities.
As I sip from my cup, the soft silk slithers down my throat.
Unable to sustain a direct state of such, it eats at me like a disease.
The tingeling heat that wraps around my tired lips, ignites the yearn of more.
With each bat of black beneath my eyes, I shiver as I am endowed by everything that it yours.

Take me.
Enzo Aug 2017
a downpour
the season in which I was born,
baby shower- we made a pond,
now let's insert a pun...
oh wait, it's already done
but it was a bad one

i guess i'm still wet behind the ears..
oh **** another one, slip of the tongue, and i'm all washed up from the stress

it's absurd but i'm drowning in the rain- a bad metaphor for negative over thinking maybe.
though by the way i have a paper heart and i'm stuck in the rain, won't anyone save me? guess not

i'll get high with my words just to fill a hole of emptiness brought by confusion and doubt, to blur out noises from outside with noises from the inside, a distraction through a mute facade of confidence and an assurance to myself that i am okay.

it's convoluted i know; from making puns to emotional grunts, it doesn't make sense- i don't make sense
INAH Jul 2017
The squattter people outside
The boring noise inside the house
The four sides of my room
And the me who is tired to all of it

As a child,daughther and sister
I'm ready to throw it all
Just to be able to leave in this place
I am tired to all of this

I feel locked in
Even if I want, I can't do anything
Everything in here bores me
A bored feeling that slowly becomes a hatred

I don't want to hate all of you
But you are making me to
Maybe is it because of me?
Or everything happened that involves me?

I'm not being a brat
But I always feel sad
In this house, I don't feel belong
Maybe because the responsibilities are shouting at me?

"You can't escape"
They always told me
But I can
I'll find an another way.

I just want a quiet place
That only me and me will feel safe.
My longest one yet, maybe because I was dramatic when I wrote this?  Anyway it helped me lessen the heaviness in my heart.
Jenny Gordon Jul 2017
The drama is Korean and called "Save The Last Dance For Me."  I loved it until the final episode.


(sonnet #MMMMMMDXIII)


I watched those silver curtains whose thin veil
Down in the valley blotted trees with thence
But ghostly figures 'hind thet rainy sense
Of nowhere, while the greener Maples' tale
Just whispered on this hilltop like to scale,
And thought dreams were too pretty hence
Wrapt up with love in those refrains, til whence?
But how we punished these in sheer betrayl.
La.  Why must even dramas skew in poor
Excuse the heroine?  She suffered to
Effect and then some, 'til when fin'lly fer
All that they had all, she was crippled through
The villain.  Wherefore must we ruin as twere
E'en that?  The rain gone, midnight glowrs, deep blue.

23Jul17
That goes beyond saintifying her.  I watched movies and read novels to escape this reality, not be faced with it again.  And yes, I still cherish the drama.
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