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Hopeless Outlet Mar 2020
Through your tears
And my actions
Our fire went out
Our fire went out

your voice echoing
we're better than this
when you've broken down
when you've broken down

Though I have found
A life without love
just feels like I've drowned

Your heart now in a home without doors
this experience constructed your decor
Out of memories
Guilt, blame, and shame
A spell left behind keeps
you locked away.....
Maybe someone can release you
someday
Nishant Rawat Mar 2020
I am going back in time
Even if it takes years or infinity combined
In my imagination, you are sitting by my side
And you smile as your strands are flying
Oh wait, let me check
When you look at me like that
Don't know what to expect
I probably still adore you, when your eyes reflect
The light from the distant sunset, hands around my neck
Wanted to protect, instead of hurting you every time
But I break when you cry rather than smile
I'm the one to spoil a surprise
It seems like you've had to greet me goodbye
Frightened by the wound though it's not too harsh
What's the point in thinking of the start
When you are at the finish line
Letting you go too soon
So, I am going back in time
Even if it takes years or infinity combined
In my imagination, you are sitting by my side
And you smile as your strands are flying
Cardboard-Jones Mar 2020
Took my breath from me.
Passion swept us off our feet.
Sunk her teeth so deep in me,
Left me numb in this reverie.
She gives a smile for me
As my blood falls to her cheek.
Sing a lullaby off key.
What has she done to me?

While I was sleeping I felt compressed.
Weight of the world, I felt on my chest.
Open my eyes, I just see blood-red.
No going back.

Undead fantasies replaces memories of old
Like a story once told, stripped away,
I won’t need them.
The world just stares at me,
But there’s no life out there for me.
I just want her to take me home,
See what’s beyond this flesh and bones.

I must be dreaming, it’s in my head.
My body’s empty, I feel undressed.
I’m barely breathing, but there’s no stress.
No going back.
Hopeless Outlet Mar 2020
It's easy to lift you up, without possessing your heart
You aren't born this cold, it's something you learned after
Had you crossed that street, you may have avoided disaster
Atleast from the beginning I warned her
But those warnings were drowned out with laughter
Fingers like smoke touching skin
And a stroke that felt like loving
Sweet words whispered in silence
But lack of fulfillment
brought forth corruption
Ruheen Apr 2020
~

The bad parts of an experience are what make the best stories.
No one wants to hear you say 'I had a nice time. It was great.' And so on.
They don't want to hear the same thing over and over again.
They want a story no one else can tell them.
If all you experience is good things, you won't have a story to tell.


~
My teacher said this to me once. I agree.
Also, this is a kind of explanation for Underrated. It's why I think demons have a story to tell; why they're more interesting.
Clay Face Mar 2020
Turtle in your shell,
reading a book or writing a tell.
Experience scared across your back.
But...
‘Tis it a waste to wash in what’s fell?!

Stagnancy is hell.
Exploration, brings novelty.
Are chains made of poetry?

Be elegies you write, or dancing in meadows.
Your pen takes time,
and mortality slowly ticks to reality.
Is this how you want to spend, the last breath from your bellows?

Is it really worth its hold?
The relationship with time is abusive and finite.
Or tis it better to go out and be bold?
Make sure you don’t waste your limelight.

However, reflection is illuminating.
And one might find a place on stage with a mirror.
A gaze into which could change your fear.
To each his own, possibilities are enumerating.
Àŧùl Mar 2020
I'm same as you, Atul.
We're made of the same matrix.
I often stand out of my body & think so.
My HP Poem #1833
©Atul Kaushal
Nicholas Mar 2020
Cog
Our lives mean more than a nine to five
and just because you’re breathing
doesn’t mean that you’re alive.
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