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I am drowning
soaking in these clothes
that are too loose
wrapped around my broken body

I want someone to pull me out
but they never do
so I drift off
from everyone
slowly
slipping
away
until...

- the poetic fairy
Jessica 5d
As I stand still in the river,
the current pulling at my heels,
I hear you complain about the raging river that seems a trickle of water to me.

You talk about the water being too loud to think,
the water not being clear enough to see through,
the river becoming too deep.

And I laugh.

For once, I am proud of myself
as I inwardly recognize
that you would drow in the most shallow depths of my mind
that I have been swimming in for years.
For all the noises in the world,
silence is the one I hate the most.
See, the **** thing is just too loud!
If it comes from You, it's hurtful,
it annoys me, makes my anxiety go up the clouds.
Makes me think I did something wrong,
fills my mind with all kinds of doubt.
I long for hearing your voice, it's like a drug to me,
and you, sir, got me addicted to it.
But these days nothing comes trough,
so I just stare at your picture, waiting for it to speak to me,
in that same sweet tune.
I sound crazy to you? Well, I might be.
I need something to muffle your silence,
and for it, craziness is the perfect sound,
makes me breath, lest I drown in this quiet swamp that is being alone.
I really hate being alone. Being alone and in silence? For me, it's like ****.
I have constant nightmares about profound and still silence, but maybe getting my fears out there will make them go away, eh?
Sehar Bajwa Dec 7
close your eyes
just hold it there
seconds too long
try not to stare
wide open now
call me by your name
we both know how
nothing will be the same

anymore
no more breakup poetry
unless of course you ever leave me
which you wont
cos you pinkie promised me
Why
weren't
you
there
before?
To stop
the floods.
To stop the
rising waters.
To pull me ashore.
To rip the
stinging urchins
from my feet.
To keep
me from
drowning.
To make sure
we didn't become attached.
Why were you there in the first place?
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I'm Scared Of Drowning
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I'm Scared Of Soaring Too High
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I'm Scared Of Hitting Rock Bottom
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I'm Scared Of Life
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Yanamari Dec 4
And so you deny our pain.
Our struggle
In vain?
Yes, thank you for your input;
Just another voice
In the body of the miser,
In the sea of misery...

And in your voice as you speak,
Is the lack of resonance and luster;
Of a voice that utters merely
What it seeks.
Lay down those baseless words
And let them rebound of off the
Words that resound
And leave you ashamed and meek.

Unfeeling you are in your entity
Unseeing you are in your memory
And if I was to be asked of you,
I'd return the favour;
Sans memory of your entity.

You never see us drowning,
So why should you see us succeeding.
Could've been more poetic but eh
darkness seeps into my deepest bones
shadows drown the light within my eyes
sorrow falls like rain over my hollow body
snowflakes whisper secrets of my sleeping soul

what have I become, where have I gone
wilting flowers floating in the river
where my dreams were wont to swim
but I can't feel them as they brush against
my cold fingers

time is frozen as I sink below the waves
empty hands release me, I am not afraid
something comes to claim me as I slip away
the deep is now my home, my body here to stay
Emma Dec 2
His touch is reverential,
Like he doesn’t understand how he is allowed to touch something as numinous and holy as me
But I can hardly see him when he’s kneeling before me
You set my soul on fire and left me here to burn out on my own
What does it mean that the ashes you left behind still blow towards you?
I’m moving on because I have to, there is no you
I carry this heartbreak on my back like a second home to hide myself in
I see why the turtles move so slowly
Just because you’re the only one, doesn’t mean there won’t be other ones
At least that’s what I tell myself and him
His hands bring the ghost of yours and I am tears beneath the touch of skin on skin
I still see your silhouette in the doorway past his shoulder when he moves in me,
Prayers dripping from his lips like therein lies the keys to my absolution, my sanctity
It doesn’t matter how I hold him, you’re the one who’s in my thoughts
You’re the one whose arms I’d burn again to be wrapped up in
I let him take up space, and I don’t understand, I didn’t think that this was who I was
Why am I still yours when you have left me here to drown
And all I can see of the surface is the bubbles that trail up
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