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Sun Drop Feb 2021
Tears upon burnt pages quench the flames beyond time's comprehension.
Utter devastation tastes so woefully divine.
Place the paper platters face-down lest the battered beasties mention
something yet unknown to me, yet also truly mine.

Cramped, I think, I felt so cramped, stuck spaciously between two corners.
Painful in a mental sense, but physically unscathed.
Ruptured tetrahedrons spread a message known to few informers,
governments sent crumbling by the grassroots of today.

Epsilon command sent out another suicidal mission,
destination overclocked to speak a titan's tale.
Suddenly, the ruskies think they own the key to taming fission.
Foolish in their eagerness, the safety measures fail.

Recognition sends the suits into a soon-seditious spiral.
Ugliness, in vogue, becomes the newest game to play.
Rapture in an abstract sense, oh joy to those in moments final;
tempted by a concept for which sanity must pay.
Ba da, ba ba da-ba, ba, da, ba da baba-da ba
Zeynep Çiçek Mar 2019
Can he cry
Knowing the winds won’t stop
Feeling his heart pulse achingly
Listening to the sounds in the other stalls
There are others crying with him
He still can’t cry

Can he cry
Knowing the failures will stick like duck tape
Felling his snot paint his sleeves white
Hugging himself in his time of fright
He still won’t cry

Can he cry
Knowing this is one out of too many
Feeling the burden settle so heavily
Breathing in timing to the tapping on his knee
The tears won’t come out

He can’t cry
Knowing it’ll always be the same
Feeling the drain on his psyche
Listening to the silence in the other stalls
He’s still the only one

And the winds still won’t stop
And the clouds will pass by
I’m pretty sure I failed my math test lol
btp Mar 2019
Crack my skull,
Feeling so dull,
I was feeling so full,
But now I lost it all,
I wish you would call,
But I know that I'm feeling so small,
I feel like I'm lost while I crawl,
I know that it isn't your fault,
You make me numb and yet feel so full,
Feeling so dull,
Cracking my skulI,
I want to hold your hands so I just hope I haven't lost it all.
Zeynep Çiçek Jan 2019
Taste of sugar - maybe stevia
In the back of my tongue
Where the throat meets the muscle
And draws the line, the border
It’s so sweet despite not having a sweet tooth
I can’t handle it though
Some can’t handle the thought

I don’t understand
There is
This sweet taste
At the start of my throat
Every night when I lay awake
I wonder why
It won’t go away
Every time I pull an all-nighter I have this weird sweet taste right there. It’s so weird and it always appears after four AM
Zeynep Çiçek Jan 2019
Without within who knows what
That the knot inside wants you to want?
Is it hard knock blunt force
Or a gentle heart?
Using a prompt app. This is so fun
A Dec 2018
Trembling fingers dancing across piano keys
Making a melody out of the ruin before them
Stringing together thoughts and lines and notes
With planned out motions to their smallest component
These same fingers desperately wish to rewrite their own design
To piece together a brand new composition
They know better than to hope for something other than ivory
James Schreiber Sep 2018
I was told to bring light where there is darkness
But what about when all i have is black
I was told to bring peace where there is turmoil
But what about when I’m fighting a civil war within
Or when i want to nose dive off my roof onto the cement and paint the streets red with my head all off something you said
Wish I didn’t burn my nerve endings years ago then maybe I’d give an F or an S about you today but all i can do is love you till you implode inside me lighting up the sky as i ascend into time wherever we go
If you hadn’t left me with these scars in mybrain, neck and lungs then i could forget you in theory but alas time moves on and im left here with the drift into time as me
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