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kate cc Apr 2022
At the heights of a Surrey valley
is where I stand alone.
The clouds roll in with attempted suppression,
wuthering, as one may say.
Yet they succeed and I do not.

All this vacantness on the moors,
in turn: suffocation.
All this gale of violence and madness,
not a single shiver,
but a private, intense burning sensation.

Would it set fire to the moors, the libraries,
and the red curtain theatre?
Or would it melt the defendant themselves?
I wish for the former,
yet I am already melting.

I put my hand on the gnomon-less sundial,
and still I stand alone
drunk on the all-consuming emotions
inflicted by these brick walls
or rather the crowds of unpredictability within them.
much less thought put into this one than the previous. this one's more of a go-with-the-flow led by my emotions during my writing session.
Lonerblues Apr 2022
She
presses her lips on the back of my neck,
Her
coldness blowing over my skin,
with her hands decorative and curling,
forever
wearing
me
thin.
Nov. 22, 2021
dierdre Apr 2022
Every time you were together
Whenever your hands touch hers
I am filled with this emotion
Was it jealousy?
Because it wasn't me who you are with
Or was it envy?
Because you have someone to lean on other than me.
Carlo C Gomez Apr 2022
What comes after 'Z'
cannot be expressed
by letters or words.
I'm afraid, it's a bit of
snickersnee.

For they have their say
in our struggles and fears,
in our laughter and tears,
in our sighs and moans,
to deep within our bones.

They're in our very own
heartbeats, great and small,
in that place within us
where some rain must inevitably fall.

Where they came from is no mystery,
but we each tend to use them
in the secret hours
of our private history,

like a trail of breadcrumbs,
like a bridge we jump from,
never mindful,
never loyal,
always on the tip of our tongue,
and there it toils...
Eyla Mar 2022
what kind of feeling is this?
strange yet familiar
i want to escape,
yet this feeling
somehow comforting,
is it? or am i used to it?

step by step,
i keep walking forward,
nothing, no one,
but myself.

unending hole,
when will it ends?
where is my sky?
where is my moon?
D Cole Mar 2022
The feeling of your absence doesn't bother me,
I guess because I never lost you.
I want to move on,
but fragments of ecstasy pierce my heart,
reminding me that you're no longer mine.

When you cross my mind,
my heart skips a beat,
I just wish it also skipped the feeling, that you're weren't enough for me,
Maybe I'd still have you in my arms.

°d_cole
shiv Mar 2022
i want to live without coating my joy in resin
worried about what will tarnish it.
how do i grow if my past is always there
encased in a love i never think i can feel again.
Benzene Mar 2022
The moment you left me
my heart was broke into two  ,
my eyes were filled with pain and sorrow .
And Now
I'm an incomplete poetry without you .

You left your footprints on my heart ,
Even the wave of time couldn't washed them away.
I have stored all your memories in a jar
with those I'm passing my days

I often remain awake at night ,
and keep gazing  those stars
and wish that
One day you'll returned to me like a shooting star .

You'll always  remain
alive in my heart .
Until the day we meet again
.
A child who lost her mother , A lover who miss his love .
Just tried to write something abt their emotions .
After listening a song which was sad and soothing at same time.
J Mar 2022
wandering soul, be found
wandering soul, be content
wandering soul, have you had enough?
of questions that remain unanswered
or worse, unsaid?

wandering soul, are you alright?
wandering soul, are you tired?
wandering soul, take a rest
you've travelled the long road
you've done your best.

wandering soul, you are here.
wandering soul, you are found.
wandering soul, let go
your feet was always on the ground.
first poem in a very long while. so many untouched emotions. we are all wandering souls. i hope you've found your home.
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