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You found me
stuck staring
at rearview mirror reflections
of wintry, dusk intersections
of everything leaving me
all at once.
A forced exhale
of asphyxia caged
in collapsing lungs;
my mouth,
a fountain spring,
that coughed out
pools of blood.

I wish I saw myself
the way you saw me;
not a red traffic light
wounding speeding cars
on winding streets,
but an antique heirloom
priceless enough
you'd only wish
you could keep
in a heart-shaped box
you saw in dreams.

But, I'd cut my tongue,
paint my lips cherry shades
to blend with cells that'd stain
handkerchiefs you'd offer.
Make you believe
this isn't going to foster
because you are indecision,
unfinished watercolor landscapes
of summer forest fire skies,
a sun-kissed Pacific wanderer.
And I am true crime
untouched evidence of break-ins,
remains of faulty locks and lights.
I am mosaics misaligned;
static, seabed cracks
from forgotten fault lines.
Gaping fissures of sand,
and salt that won't let me stitch
frayed skin-deep fibres
barely holding me in.

Oceans would have to empty themselves
into whirring cyclones and high tides
for our selfish sense of touch to collide.
Ice caps would have to sink
deep enough to even bruise my skin.
And I wouldn't want to watch
more Shakespeare end
before it begins.

See, I am the one
with sharp edges,
but why
did you have to be the one
to clip my wings?


There is only an abyss
without a trampoline,
a safety net,
a bed of waterlilies,
I could fall in.
And I am so tired
of paradoxes
and ironies;
of always being wanted
by someone who doesn't even
want to be kept,
of always being mended
and then left
with more dislocations,
and fractures,
one after another
each taking longer to fix.

Now, in shapeless parcels,
without return addresses
sent out into the void
these words will echo
of love
I never intended to borrow,
and shadows
of false hope
you never thought yourself
capable of
giving away.
riku Apr 20
He prayed for a miracle,
Prayed that the sun would stop rising,
That the light would stay gray-
That morning would never come
But it did.
ren Jan 1
ah there she is!
she stands alone in a silk white dress,
always looking her best
but it is noticeable how miserable she is,
the people she called friends
were busy with their own.
as beautiful as she is
or as beautiful as she was told she was,
she certainly didn’t feel beautiful,
regret fogged her ongoing thoughts,
wishing she had not came–
until she had saw him,
her stomach turned
and her eyes began to water.
he had not yet seen her,
he possibly had no intention to in the first place
and she couldn’t help but watch him,
watch him speaking with his friends so contently.
she had this small hope that maybe–
just maybe,
he would attempt to speak with her
but twenty minutes had passed
and her hopes were deteriorating.
that was when she decided to give up
as she knew he didn’t want to associate himself
with someone like her
so she quietly left the ball
with tear filled eyes.
invisible,
unimportant,
forgotten,
useless,
foolish,
sadden­ing,
disappointing–
beautiful, she is
but her emotions course through her veins,
she is quite ****.
Simone13 Nov 2018
Mabey it was just the days
that seemed prolonged

My mind that resurrects the dead
To the reaches far beyond  

Fatigued i let myself wander
Fulling false emotions blurred by imagination

Confined in my prior self
Till Im a tyrant to my own degradation

The bittersweet animosity of false hope
Like watering a blossom in hopes of a willow

My self-pity only absent in my dreams
had i wished they where nightmares not long ago

Strangled with fists and stains my pillow bears quotes i suffocate through

That quote
Go to bed
He’s not thinking about you
When you love someone, but that love is not returned.
You know this as a fact ,yet you still torment yourself by hoping
Omni Winters May 2018
Who is this being inside of me?
Why is she trying to break my true self?
Why is this unwelcome being trying to pull me from reality?
My perception hasn't been very clear these days.
The dark forces that live in my head have taken over my heart and thoughts... for now.

Seeing you is painful. This dark force wants me to forget all the good in you. I love you, but I cannot stand to love a person if my thoughts aren't clear. I cannot stand the feeling of loving someone who's over one million miles away.

The girl was in love with the moon. She would do anything to be with it. But every time she tries to catch it, it moves away.
The moon is close yet so far away. She chases the moon every night in hopes that she will one day have it, hold it, and protect it. No matter how hard she tried to reach it, the moon would get farther and farther away. With you, I don't see a difference.

I thought I had been so obvious from the start. Maybe you're just too blind to see that something good is right in front of you.
This is a waste of time. You are soon going to become
my waste of time. Why chase after something/someone if they don't make the same effort that you do? With or without glasses, you have a hard time seeing the big picture. You're blind to seeing good when it's staring you right in the face.

Seeing your face makes the knife in my heart moving ever so swiftly, making it hard to breathe. Your being is the very definition of betrayal... at least, that's what she wants me to believe.
The way you walk past me, through me like a ghost as if nothing were wrong. You're not innocent, you should be punnished for all the lies. Why should I ever believe you?
I know you're the right one. But does she know that?

Actions speak louder than words. I am a girl with the gift of writing. I am good with it all on my own. I don't need you to write me short answer responses, when I give you books. I give you books and plays. You give me short answer responses as if I'm a useless quiz you'll never see or need to know after it is done.
Is that truly the case? Or is there more? If so, why hide it?
Why hide all these 'secrets' away from someone who would keep them safe and secure?

© 2018 Omni Winters
May 21st, 2018
km Jul 2018
:(
it’s been over a year
a year of being apart from each other
ever since we called it quits

the past year without you
was a year of growth—
learned things about myself
and improved on me

I learned to move on from what we had
Since you moved onto another
At first, I questioned why you didn’t wait for me
but I figured that if that’s God’s plan for us
then so be it

Here we are a year later,
back in each other’s lives
but this time as friends
I knew I didn’t want you out of my life for good
So I hoped for this time to come

I thought I would be contented with that
but why do I suddenly get this feeling
that maybe I want you back?

I keep trying to hold myself back
from smiling whenever you talk to me
I just want to know what’s going on inside your head

Do you still think of me?
Do you miss me?
Such thoughts run through my mind

Maybe it’s just me
but one thing’s for sure:
after all this time,
you still mean something to me
im kinda going crazy ive been thinking ab this for a while now // ms
Lady Ravenhill Mar 2018
It's the devil inside
That's killing slowly -
While you devils outside
Keep whispering -
"You'll be fine".
© LadyofRavenhill 2018
PoetryLover Feb 2018
You tell me words I didn't expect to hear
but now you're shutting your mouth as if I haven't been dear
All these words describe you from the moment you decided to do the things I haven't been ready for,
but seems like you care no more.
You're out of words when I pour my heart out
because you're guilty and feeling sorry
for destroying me unknowingly.
You never know how much pain it caused me when you decided to end those "feelings" you had
even the friendship that made me glad or sad?
I know you.
You can never hurt someone.
But I'm not someone so you chose to hurt me.
And I wasn't ready.
Who was anyway?
It's just that, I never saw it coming because i invested so much trust and all I gained was this situation where we must measure distance with each other
and never dare to bother
if it was fine,
just considering it was right.
But what if the right thing to do means to sacrifice everything since day one?
This is so wrong.
Cup Noodles Jan 2018
XIV
but you knew what I meant
when I said I love you
so why tell me parallel lines
will eventually meet
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