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Aditi Apr 17
(Phase:1)
You blinked,
My breathe hitched.
Walked across the room,
I swore I was swooned.

You held my hand,
I couldn't even hear the door slam.
Caressed my back,
Uh-oh, cut me some slack.

You like me, you say,
This is my favourite May.
The background blurs, a halo forms 'round you,
I can stick with you like glue.

(Phase:2)
You won't return my texts,
Don't even give any context.
I convince myself, he's just busy,
He is not leaving me, is he?

You yelled at me today,
Left me in decay.
Didn't even care to apologize,
It took me a moment to analyze.

You say, you can't do this anymore,
They all leave, I have kept a score.
You walk away,
Next time, I won't sway.
This is a poem I happened to write on June 28, 2024. Must have been a good day I suppose. I can assure the reader who has the taken their time out to read this that this poem wasn't out of heartbreak of any sorts thought I like to put other's pain into words. I hope you like reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Kalmia lily Apr 13
How tiresome it is to hang on to fleeting things
Not really feeling at what moment they losen their grip
Realising that finally they don’t need you with in
Realising that it was just a fleeting thing .

How tiresome is seeing depth in everyone , everything ?
In a way that makes your hands ache from the aimless digging
Just to not find what you search for in it
Wasting so much time for a fleeting thing

How tiresome is  trying to be perfect in everthing?  
Failing miserably addicted to sin .
Drowning so deep, sorrow eats you within ,
craving to be more than just a fleeting thing

How draining is being nothing to someone who’s your everything ?
How much does it hurt one’s soul to be left vacant of it’s heart ?
Desperately filling it with everything and anythings
A pathetic attempt at fixing-

-what could be mended with a simple kiss.
people that lose the art of cultivating things we pour our heart into . forgetting that things we love must also be approached with logic and with our brains as paraodxal as a it may seem . maybe there'll be less fleeting things .
Wasil Apr 7
Skating on the solidity of granite
A red frog’s delicate hop
Skipping on the pebbles of rhythm
Moments become melody
Humming away
The persistence of a pink smile
Forgotten as it happens
A bow to the present
AE Apr 6
What are the things you hold onto?

lavender petals
and oceans of breeze
I twist wind around my fingers
because it’s so free
I cling on to departures
& doorway exit chats
I grip table conversations
where napkins fall to the floor
and we unknowingly
covered in crumbs and crumbled
pastry, coffee and lavender tea
I hold onto
friendships and moments
and when the ground starts shifting
I still
like static wind
like irony
Rowan Mar 27
It’s like the fleeting
Were the only circumstance
That carried any meaning
Clear after the moment’s gone.

Living in each without presence
One’s self betrayal - the inner essence

And you create a mask so naturally.
Self-validation through seductive fantasy.

A learned love of silence
In which a sense of safety dwelled
attempts to quell the loneliness
That external chaos drowns

A sense of rootlessness
but for the place inside.
Foundation shaking
Threatening one’s very pride

Your honeyed words a threatening temptation
My straining against all logical resistance
Futility, inconsistency, my current preoccupation
Acquainted with your craftiness

Hearts can only take so much
So we take it back to the place where nothing began
And remember to forget
What never was
And find the path to the light again.

Can’t rush through the pain
Stop to savor each moment
Maybe it’s the price for what I’ve caused the others

There is beauty in the transient
But I want to freeze it.
Because silence is sometimes a shrill
Cacophony of discordant harmony
what was it like before?
ibraheem Mar 26
Wooden,
hardened,
treated as a door with none but emptiness beyond.

Walk through me, pass through the scented door.
Cherish the ever so little sanctuary the door provides.
Hold dear to the beautiful scents of the door.

A door holds no lasting imprint on those walking through it,
yet every grip on the handle leaves a stain.
Some are what you carry along,
others merely a passerby.

How have I gone from one to the other?
Taught by life, for if your back is to a wall, none must stab it.
How must I live when eternal bonds know not the path to my heart?

Forever stained by the shadow of solidarity,
protected from the burning warmth I once craved,
bare to the cold I once hated.

Truly, time is all.
idk what it is but it's what i feel about graduating
The cigarette burns, I watch it fade,
Like the smoke that loops, like the love we made.
Infinity twists in the cold night air,
Mocking the "forever" that led me here.

She’s gone, but I still wear her ghost,
Clinging in nicotine, stitched in my sleeves.
The scent of goodbye lingers the most—
Smoke stains stay, but she had to leave.
kris Mar 23
Kingdoms fall and empires fade,
Once great but now the world forsakes.
Look instead on those unseen,
For earthly things will lose their sheen.
flora cash Feb 28
you’re the ghost
of the younger you
as you float
down the stairway

catch your eye
you crack a smile
we sit and pine
for a while

down the drain
pour the coffee that
we didn’t drink
too cold

hear the girl
in the stereo
singing tunes
from long ago

don’t lie to me my friend
are we really at the end?
should’ve dressed for the event
but i know we’ll meet again

i’ll wear something black and red
you’ll apply my favorite scent
and if still we both forget
then i’ve loved you ’til the end

i’m the wraith
of the younger me
as i joke
to see you laughing

hear the boy
on the radio
as your gaze
meets the door

don’t lie to me my friend
are the waves upon the sand?
they may rip you from my hand
but i know we’ll meet again

and i’ll wear my darkest cape
you’ll put on your finest lace
and if still we should forget
then i’ve loved you ’til the end
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