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hypotheses Sep 2018
the dark pool
of nothingness
consumes me, swallows me,
my body burns me, destroys me,
my very essence,
devours me, destroys me,
bit by bit.

will others see me,
as i give my last burst of life
i am only a speck of dust
amid my million kin
i will soon be
obliterated into oblivion
into nothing but dust
and specks of rock

so folks,
when you wish upon a star
remember that
stars die too,
and so will you
but when you do,
what would you say
in that
one
             last
                           breath?
A needed look
of happiness
A smile upon my face
But way deep down
inside's
a hole
Let no one go
behind the gates

A changing shape
A life
that’s fake
The effort needed
I will make
Ingredients
A cake
I bake
Like shedding skin
I’ve been replaced

So 'cut-n-paste'
but life don't taste
My past
aren't steps
that I retrace
Each day
a race
Response; quick haste
Hide deep inside
Alone disgraced

A fall from grace
A gracious thought
Was never true
Instead
was bought
A jagged pace
Should be erased
One big mistake
How I
was taught

Repeating loop
Forever caught
An ending saved
For me
it's naught
My life I’ll waste
Won't have
what's sought
The things
I got
Did not embrace

Peered over shoulders
into space
Life long mistake
Dug my own grave
My hopes and dreams
I gave
or trade
All washed away
The price I pay

A birthing brightness
Road was paved
What love
I had
Chose not
to stay
None in return
and none
was saved
A dying star
begins to fade
Written: August 26, 2018

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stranger Sep 2018
Fade into thin paper.
Fade into the air.
Fade into something better.
Fade so no-one can care.
Fade in the dust
Fade all over the sky
Fade into something I might trust.
Fade into all the goodbyes.
Fade away dear heart
Fade away my mind
I was broken apart
By my own kind.
I guess I am just getting erased slowly
Brandon Conway Aug 2018

I had a dream of a dresser
where the dust had settled
as if it were a snowy field
a tribe of pearly white
wind-up C l A t T e R i N g teeth
danced around stirring up dust
one pulled out a cigarette
and began talking

"If you keep this up kid, it'll drive you to **** yourself."

"No, I would never, I could never, how could I even..."

"Give it another year." Those stammering pearls said.

And I did.

I am still alive, if you call this living.
Tanay Aug 2018
Everything is falling apart,
It is too late to see.
No one is left to trust.

Crumbling into ashes and dust,
Lost in a meaningless sea.
Everything is falling apart.

Turn away if you must,
But it is too late flee.
No one is left to trust.

Fight for a fresh start,
If you are too blind to see.
Everything is falling apart.

Escapism is an art,
The world is too chaotic for me.
No one is left to trust.

Moisty eyes and a broken heart,
All I wish is to be free.
Everything is falling apart.
No one is left to trust.















Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018.
All Rights Reserved
Just a thought that I wanted to convey via words. Hope you like it. Happy reading!
japheth Aug 2018
‪you broke my heart‬
‪multiple times ‬
‪it turned to dust;‬
‪to ashes.‬

‪i scatter them‬
‪unto the sea‬
‪which i formed ‬
‪using my tears‬

‪slowly adding‬
‪more sand‬
‪to the shore.‬
CredibleTopHat Aug 2018
There is a misconception on my shelf
that appears when the shelves are overthrown with dust
dust drawn out by time, a misconception drawn out by lies
a misconception seen with half an eye
a single devil in disguise

Coming back when I least expect it
to take it's share from my mind
to unravel my life, to make me blind
and to forget everything i've done
to forget it all and to leave it behind

There will always be a misconception on my shelf
there with the single purpose
to erase and hide my true self
Brandon Conway Aug 2018
Kidnaped love due to ravenous lust
Brings a thriving city to soot and dust
Villagers armed ready with sword to ******
Defending till their doom due to mistrust
Survivors now trapped in wanderlust
Till one rises and gains all trust
Follow! Follow! Follow you must
Till Rome is found and armor rust
writerReader Feb 2015
i watched you turn to dust
saying nothing
my eyes screamed for you
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