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pk tunuri Jun 2018
Forgiving someone who broke your trust
Is as hard as finding diamonds in the dust
Vaelente Jun 2018
A pair of shorts,
two cord strings entangled
and the pattern
my mother's hands shook
gently
to draw;
cities,
a landscape,
a cross.
"I have no eye for art,"
she'd say,
but my mother's hands
made something for him, a husband,
The Husband,
and he wore them for a while.
Perhaps childish,
the colours slightly faded,
maybe her devotion
embarrassed,
I don't know,
but he pushed them to the back
of the cupboard in a corner of their
bedroom.

My mother is unhappy,
she doesn't know it,
or why,
but maybe it has something to do with
those shorts on the shelf
collecting dust.
Amanda Kay Burke Jun 2018
You left, my world stopped spinning,
Piece by piece fell apart,
You took everything beautiful inside me,
The one thing spared was what remained of my broken heart.

I did not remember how to breathe
Without your presence a part of my life,
You stabbed me in the back hard,
You could not even find the knife.

While I lay bleeding out on the floor
From the wound you inflicted,
Saw you from a different angle,
My whole point of view shifted.

I realized you were wrong,
You should not have done what you did,
When faced with your actions,
A coward, you ran and hid.

I watched you walk away from our love,
Not once did you turn back around,
I listened for your voice calling to me,
All I heard; echoes of your footsteps on the ground.

When the fading echoes died,
Part of me died too,
The rest of my happiness,
You decided belonged to you.

For a long time my body was empty,
Simply molecules and silent air,
If you would have looked inside,
Nothing significant was there.

I held myself together,
Managed a thin layer of illusion,
Underneath the flawless surface,
Was drowning in confusion.

I figured it out eventually,
Learned how to survive,
Even though I was living,
I wasn't actually alive.

I pushed the memories away,
Buried in a box,
So deep inside my head,
They would never reach waking thoughts.

I let you back into my life,
That was a mistake,
Because now I am remembering
Promises you swore not to break.

Words I believed were real,
Kisses that gave me wings to fly,
Days I wished could last forever,
The agonizing moment you said goodbye.

Images come stampeding in,
Making it hard to see clear,
When the dust settles over the past,
I'm sure I will be the only one here.
Written 8-11-11
AllAtOnce Jun 2018
i want to touch the stars
in the skies
like you touched me—
with all kinds of
steady hands and
breathing confidently.

i wish i could brush stardust
off of my fingertips
like your thigh brushed against mine—
with all kinds of
painful knowing and
just trying to get by.

i would love to watch
you disappear like stars in the
light-polluted
smog-city sky,
but the stars somehow shine
even brighter
in your ocean-colored eyes

so maybe i should start
wishing on stars to
sink,
and drown,
and die.
AllAtOnce Jun 2018
you know,
people are kind of
like stars,
and not because of
the way that they
glow radioactive,
grant fairytale wishes,
or shoot across the sky,
but because of the
way that they
explode
into dust,
inhaling the broken remnants
into their black holes,
just like you drew my shattered pieces
into yours.
Jo Barber May 2018
Lacy blue bra
strewn across the floor
of an empty apartment.
All is still -
only dust particles
float through the air,
undisturbed by human troubles.

Shades hang open,
streams of sunlight filter in.
The rainy dew
of yesterday's downfall
lingers still.

The scent of waffles
wafts up the stairs.
Visions of
blueberries and strawberries and whipped cream
fill the eyes, nose, and mouth -
salivating for more.

Eyes snap open.
A day begins once more.
Vale Luna May 2018
The walls were closing in on me
Where the floor was rising
And the ceiling was sinking
Determined to suppress me to dust
A Chinese puzzle box
That’s more of a trap
Than a puzzle
For me to waste my time
Fiddling with the padlock
When there is no code
Discovering the key
When there is no hole
Turning the ****
When there is no door
An unsolvable problem
That I kept on trying to solve
Until my room was a box
And my box was a prison
And my prison was my life
Determined to suppress me to dust.
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