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It's killing me
I swear you're ******* with my mind
Cause just the way you make me feel
Just by looking in my eyes

And then they'll fall off your face
And start admiring your body
But I'm too shy to look your way
I'm just hoping you'd be mine
I feel
an angel’s touch, so soft, so near,
a mountain crumbles,
its roar I hear.

I see
the shadows carved by lightning’s glow,
the light of a seed
in the earth below.

I hear
the silence stretched across the years,
curses rising from the graves
through tears.

I believe
in the stain of a demon’s dark embrace,
in the power of words
to claim their space.

I know
who will bear the weight my cross demands,
why the world bleeds
through trembling hands.

I feel
the steps that lead me closer to my breath’s last bend,
the touch of an angel
before the end.

*

I Feel
(Alternative translation I)

I feel
an angel's touch upon my skin
I feel once more
a mountain crashing, tumbling in

I see
the shadows lightning leaves behind
I see anew
the light within a seed confined

I hear
the silences an age has kept
I hear again
the curses rising from the crypt

I trust
the foulness that a demon breeds
I trust still more
the power that resides in deeds

I know
who'll bear the cross that's meant for me
I know as well
why bleeds the heart of all we see

I feel
how many steps till death I tread
I feel once more
an angel's touch upon my head
(Originally written in Romanian.) The poem engages all the senses to convey a feeling of transcendence and existential struggle. The contrast between life and death, light and darkness, is a central motif.
This poem presents a journey of awareness, moving between sensory experiences and spiritual reflections. The angel at the beginning and end bookends the work with a spiritual framework, suggesting a reliance on faith amidst the chaotic contrasts of existence. The use of sensory verbs ("feel," "see," "hear") is immersive, pulling the reader into the speaker's evolving realization of mortality and existence.
morningdew Nov 9
What is love, you ask?
you ask what this all means?
You're asking me to try and find
Where this love is?

Some say, it's simple
they say it's very plain
Some say it's like deadly poison
with lots and lots of pain

Some say

Love comes to you
Unless, you reach out first
Try to keep it in your heart
Your heart itself will burst

Some say, yes

Love will come
It will be right here
But try to catch it with your hands
And love will disappear

Some say

You can chase it
Not knowing when to stop
You may run right past
forgetting what it even was

You can spend your life
running after love
Never knowing, it's left behind
Not in front

What is love, you ask?
I cannot say
As I have yet to feel
Such love come my way
morningdew Nov 9
What is a life,
with no fail?
It is a ship
That cannot sail

What is a life,
with no pain?
It is a life
That has no gain

What is a life,
with no risk?
It is a body
That's frail and weak

What is a life,
where no one's ill?
It is a life
You cannot feel
You go down just like holy water
Not just another shot of ****** marry
Gin or whiskey
Like fine wine from the purist distillery
I can get drunk without being lonely
Your beauty never really scared me
I’ll die by your cross happily
Knowing you’ll rise more beautifully
Alyson Paige Oct 29
22
I love being 22.
I found myself between the deepest of shadows and the brightest of days.
The smell of jasmine as I float through you like a breeze,
Entranced by my elusive and ever waiting presence.
I love being 22.
The taste of salt between my teeth, the feeling of tears stinging my face,
22 to be exact.
Mrs Timetable Oct 21
I drove all over
Looking for a memory
A feel that I needed to feel again
I went at the right time
The right place
The same sunlight, same street, trees
I couldn't find it
All I found were tears
My world has changed
Too much
Have you ever tried to immerse your self back into a memory simply because you need it
Sophie Oct 15
Our of nowhere, invisible hands grab me.
Fingers sharpened to tiny needles stabbing me all over.
Internal bleeding I beg could finish me off.
My lungs burn for life,
but I burn for limited air supply.
My legs itch to run,
but I know better than to try again.
****** footsteps leave traces
for the invisible hands to find me again.
Lily Oct 10
Strolling down the beach,
everything just out of her reach.
Her woven heart again is broken,
from love she is forbidden.

Trust and love of someone,
to her was never given.
Her soul accentuated by her tear,
her heart filled with fear.

Further into the ocean she goes,
the waves higher it rose.
Every step in the water,
back to the past it brought her.

The water already upto her lip,
into her own thought she goes deep.
I'm okay to herself again she lies,
with that lie into the water she dives.

The sky is pretty and blissful,
the wind now calm and peaceful.
Slowly into the dark she is drowning ,
with not a single soul noticing.

-Lily
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