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ALEX Mar 2020
do vampires sleep?

they don't.

i met a vampire
through a series of unpredictable events.
and this vampire, i must say.
despite being the only one,
might actually be the best one.

he wasn't cold,
and so i doubted.
why aren't you cold?

"because you give me warmth."

are you really a vampire?
i ask, and he replies,
with his stares that does not let me go.
a stare that got me locked not just in his eyes.

but also in his heart.

and so when i was so used to this setting.
came in, one cold evening.
that for the first time i have felt,
my warmth being unable to melt
all the shivers and cold sweats
i have proven he was a vampire.
when he has touched me with his cold hand,
cold eyes and his cold heart.

i wait for him in days.
i tell him that i miss him
in a way that i could.
and all i get is a cold wind.

this night, i am thinking
the vampire is asleep.
though, they never do.
it is more comforting than
knowing that this vampire is ignoring me.
so the vampire is asleep,
but (i hope) he has not forgotten
a human
locked inside
his cold,
cold heart.
Poetic T Feb 2020
Your mouth like groundhog day,
           ever repeating the same melody
sang out of tune.
  
But I'm the Bill Murray learning
that every time has to be different
          or you just living

your weak dreams.

Your just a lame re-run cancelled after
          the second episode,
but you think you famous cos people
recognise you for the wrong reasons.

Laughing behind your back.

       Your girl has had more rubber in
her than burnt out tires on the street.

Telling you she was saving it for you,
   should've  been a used car salesman.
   lying about how many miles
                                   she'd already done.

Ok off subject,

  You were yesterday never today..
  Always thinking you a star,
          but you shooting across
my atmosphere.

And I'm burning you up.


Ye bright for a moment,
                 then you just nothing.
But ash that I flick off my shoulder.  


You dropped and nothing
is going to bring you back.

As you mouths living
         a groundhog day.

                                        Learning nothing,
but that I'm already on tomorrow,
why your mouth living the same *** day.
Varsha K Dec 2019
Your love used to be like footprints on wet cement,
Marked forever.
Now it is like the footprints on sand,
Easily walked over, easily erased.
We are just strangers now. It hurts to be treated like I'm just anyone.
If you saw me walking past you on the street, would you call my name? Or would you let me go, as just another blur of memory, of once was.
Nina Dec 2019
We were listening to damien rice
And you asked me
"Am i the greatest ******* that you met?"
I laughed
And said "you are"
Just like the lyrics
You were exactly the same

"You made me laugh, You made me cry
You made me open up my eyes
You helped me open out my wings
My legs, and many other things
You helped me love, you helped me live
You helped me learn how to forgive

You were the greatest ******* that i know
The only one who let me go
the only one I can't forget"

So every time i listen to that song
I can't help it
But to think of you
And everything that you did
The memories we shared
And how i wish i could have you still

You were the greatest *******
The one i wish who would have stayed
Nina Oct 2019
It hurts me deeply
Knowing that we are nothing
When i thought
We could've been something
It hurts me a lot
Know that you don't miss me at all
When I'm here dying to talk to you again
It hurts
Having to live each day
Without talking to you
Without waking up to your face
Feeling your warmth during those cold days

But that doesn't hurt as much as
When i still see you in person
But you don't talk to me
Nor look at me
It's as if I'm invisible to you
And the sad part is
I have to do the same
Pretend you're not there
And I can't smile when i look at you anymore
Instead
I'm holding my tears
And pretending to be fine
With you gone forever
It hurts
To be this way
Poetic T Sep 2019
I felt *****,
        worm down.
        but I stepped into the rain.


Every droplet had a meaning,
                 erasing, cleansing
moments that clung onto me.

Some were easy to dislodge,
              washing away before me.

Others were like soot, coalmine
                                                deep.

Only the deluge before the pause,
                                  awoke my life.

Something's never really clean away,
           but are dulled, only to await

the next deluge to cleanse me
                     that little bit more.
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