Kaede Jan 11
Two shadows, two old souls.
Sharing what are their life goals.

Look so true, look so sweet,
As light cast them behind an empty street.

Now my chest is tight
Another flashback I need to fight
Cause I know it's him,
And I know it's not her.
But the most painful is,
it is not me either.
I made this poem out of his myday post. I actually know it's her and that is the sad side of this poem.
Umi Jan 2
...
I wonder why I begin to smile when I have my ptsd flashbacks
I wonder why it becomes so wide as my vision turns black
It feels so horrifying, I cannot escape, my mind begins to crack
Is it selfconfidence...or sanity I lack ?
I don't know...but I don't want any of this anymore
But in the end...I am just a young mindbroken whore
Maybe I deserve this cycling pain
Maybe I should concider drowning in rain ?
With pen in hand I fail to describe..fail to explain
Its like being locked in, experiencing all this pain (again)
Its like you want to run but you cant, eyes are staring
You see them grinning its somewhat unbearing
You panic you try to flee
But you can only can hope that its soon to be (over)

~ Umi
Talley Nov 2017
i am not your princess
you should not be holding on
to me
i am not your savior
you should’ve know that...
i can’t even rescue me
you wanna broken girl
till you wind up in her world
till you end up breaking glass and dishes
because her ambiance is fading
and you can’t meet any of her
hundreds of wishes
you wanted a broken girl
that’s what you said
you wanted a broken girl
to escape your own head
Amber Nov 2017
Your voice used to warm my heart.
The sound takes me back,
All the way back to the start.

When my body was brand new,
Freshly developed,
I could not see through,
Others' facades.
I always let them have their way.

I said no,
And you pressed on,
Hearing me,
But not paying much attention,
To my pleas.

Other protests went unheard,
Never escaped my mouth,
The lines were always blurred.

I thought I was loved,
But that was untrue.
I was being shoved,
Into a small dark place.
A place where you could do,
All you desired to.

I let you have me,
Before I knew who I was.
Jungdok Oct 2017
How beautiful those photographs are
It brings back the memories of the past
Whether its good or bad
Photographs will always be there to last

Looking back,
Photograps made me feel,
That people are unchanging,
Even when the person is gone,
The memory and the feelings remains unforgotten
We keep this loving in photograph, we made this memories for ourself. ❤️
Eve Oct 2017
All I can recall from my hectic childhood was a very early memory that played in my mind like a dilapidated recording tape,
Scenes flashed before my eyes, capturing my imagination as an entirety,
Lights passed by so quickly, I couldn't even keep track of what I was picturing.
It was as if a small portion of myself separated and I was tremendously taken into a dreamlike dimension,
This frightening cycle of not being able to differentiate between actuality and fantasy grew overwhelmingly rapid like the constant flood of blood running through my veins;
My attempt to wake you was so regrettably disregarded,
So control took the lead role over my body and simultaneously woke me from my hasty rest.
CallMeVenus Oct 2017
Shivers creep on me in the post-orgasmic ecstasy
as I light a cigarette and blue smoke crawls up my skin
Almost can feel you touching me
Giving love to my body

Inhaling the smoke brings back flashbacks of you
Suddenly we are in your room, drunk and young
I ask you to kiss me and you make me a slave
I taste you on my fingers and you taste like sin and whiskey
You pin me to the wall and we share what I thought was air
Rotten lungs and pretty eyes
My cigarettes now burn faster and you are lost in a fog
And although you destroyed me day by day
I never felt more alive
so I find myself reaching for your fire to light just one more cigarette.
This is a poem I wrote when I had flashbacks from my first ever kiss and my first love. She will always be special to me
Renee 'Wisera' Oct 2017
Today is a rough day
I'm feeling all alone
There's some I could reach out to
But none will help me through it all

Nightmares and flashback are haunting me today
Visions of fear, helplessness and pain
Happy thoughts of mine just float away
Held back tears flow down like rain

I know those remembered time are over
Though I still feel vulnerable
No ones coming to throw me over their shoulder
But who's next to show me hell?
Mikaela Oct 2017
There's that one song
It was ours
Even if we didn't say it was
We both just knew

Whatever we had is extinct
But the song, now toxic, lives on
It makes it harder to forget
When I hear it, flashbacks replay in my head
That time I felt on top of the world

-"Trees on Fire"
Bongani Sibanyni Sep 2017
I had an appointment with past,
so today I met him in flash back in the dark ages.
The mirror stood a decade away from me but I can still see what’s inside my iris.
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