Olympia 7h

Can't sleep
Won't sleep
Knowing you're somewhere else tonight
The way it's always been for the past 10 years
I've learned to walk away before
But you're something different
So now I'm crying over split feelings
And drowning in the thoughts that you used to love me

Seema 10h

Behind these walls is a miles walk
Behind this smile there is a silent talk
Behind me is an open fire
Burning my feelings burning my desire
Infront of me is a wide stagnant lake
That literally looks like a burnt cake
There is this tree that has no leaves
My eyes are open yet hard to believe
What is this place so dead without water?
Written on the rocks were "Place for Slaughter"
That explains why the lake looked dark and dry
This was the place full of blood and innocent cry
When and how this place got so abundant?
Should I stop myself cause I sound redundant?
Why is there dead silence here?
Does it mean my death is also near?
Few steps back I took to look
The wall that stood there terribly shook
And the way back was sealed off by hook
There is no going back I can see now
Something is wrong with this place, what and how?
There is no direction where to go now
A terrible smell is coming from the lake side
Strangely the lake is fuming, I think I should hide...

I hid myself in the bay of bushes at best
While I waited to see what happens next
The emerging fume, lights on flame
Burning the coal in the lake so lame
I hear a call out of a name
Like it sounded too familiar, it was my name!
Hush comes a voice in my ear
I nearly choked out of fear
Someone held me down to the ground
While the green shrubs surround
Am pushed to an unground tunnel
That is designed so much like a big funnel
I find myself in a small arena alley
And a man sitting with a shaft with his big belly
I am explained of the questions rising in my mind
The magicians wicked widow is cruel unkind
For she has ordered to slaughter everyone
Whoever talks back to claim their son
The wicked widow so now an evil witch
Takes fresh mens blood so to enrich
The legend makes sense do foretold
Now, what I dreampt here unfolds...

The fancy dark woman with long hair
Braided with jewelry looking so fair
I thought she was a fairy from wonderland
But the truth, a wicked witch of barren land
In my dream, I kill her somehow
But I can't recall anything as of now
The legit people already know my skills
They seek for protection from any more kills
Now I have to recall how I executed this bitch
So this land would be free from such an evil witch
In my hair I have a sacret sharp fin of a fish
Given to me by an old sage as a wish
Recalling his spoken words as it goes:
      "...here my child is a weapon
         use this to destroy the happen
         stab this in the heart at noon
         when the sky is clear and you see the moon
         the magicians widow died along with him
         but the evil magic took over her body at dim
         do not fear, for you will win
         just stab in the heart with this fin..."

Out from the ground, walking towards her nest
She was hanging like a bat on the pillars to rest
Very much aware of my presence, I could tell
A siren like scream in my ears was her yell
I needed to close up on her to do my deed
She out numbered me, and grabbed me like a weed
I could sense my fear crawling from behind
There was no mercy or a gesture of any kind
Before she could make her move on me
In goes the fin in one spin
In agony she cried with pain
Her body wrapping up in black smokes
While making the air around me choke
I ran towards the lake where I first stood
The wall that was sealed now all good
I made my way out through the wood
And started a miles walk behind the wall
A mythical journey ended with the evil fall
The magicians widow now I recall...


Fictional write.
Fairytale poetry.
Seema 17h

Laying on the ground
Watching the sky
Mind picks the surround
While glimpsing up high

Another earth, another universe
Similar beings, like on earth
A galaxy full of planetary diverse
Is there another place of my birth?

Weird thoughts rush in my brain
As I close my eyes and float away
Catch a shuttle as my train
And out to look for another way

In the space, its darkness around
None familiar like our own
So many asteroids aggressively surround
My shuttle suddenly sucked and thrown

Another world, another place
No earth but all looks same
My radars down, shuttle at race
I soon realise why I came

The emptiness of this new find
Parallel planets, yes I survived
If only I could go back and unwind
With many tries I thrived

Eyes open, watching the sky
Shuttle sucked out from my mind
I left the other place without a bye
It's not my home, not my kind

Where I am now, is better already
I would live here than to find another
Life is well fine pacing steady
This universe is good living than the other...


Amanda 18h

Grief is stronger than love
It's deeper
The love I feel is strong
but grief is stronger...
The feeling of the emptiness of your body
is more palpable than the fullness your body feels when love consumes it.

Love is powerful
It gives you hope and happiness
Love can pull you out of grief
The two are intertwined
Grief is born out of the loss of love

Grief is terrible.
It's a feeling that should
never have to be felt.
Love creates it but
a deeper love can stem from it.

Both are tangled in each other.
Sometimes it is hard to tell the difference...

Across the water
The rock glides above

Beyond the depths lie
Waiting for us to fall in

Reflecting the light
Shadows grow

Feeling low and high
natalie 1d

"will your tongue still remember the taste of my lips?
will your shadow remember the swing of my hips?
will your lover caress you the way that i did?"

im obsessed with joji atm :)
kate 1d

You can pretend you don't miss me
You can pretend you don't care
All you wanna do is kiss me
Oh, what a shame, I'm not there.

Seema 1d

One needs to be brave
To walk inside those caves
Where lays the ruins and graves
Spirits luring and crave

The path clears within
Where the air grows thin
The tunnel that bores pain
Draws many people in

The dark caves whispers
Come in, my seekers
Echos out the cries of creepers
Who are those sleepers?

In the night of full moon
When the sun sets in the noon
The smearing mist swoon
Eating away the light too soon

The air chills around this place
Shivers the nerves,freezes your face
Yet the horrific night moves in pace
The fear drowns everyone within its space...


Spilling imagination. Fictional write.
Eppie 1d

why do i get bored of everything,
yet writing is the only amenity
that continuously sticks to me
as pollen would cling to a bee.

i sift through new interests
like sand spilling off of fingertips,
droplets dripping from a single sip;
they're swilled down the conduit.

but the circuits won't remain in place,
and all the memories eventually fade,
only the vaguest sentiments stay;
writing is all that remains.

a poem about how i eventually get bored of everything i love and it sucks, but writing is the only exception.
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