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Shrika May 2020

~ rewind, replay,
regret, repeat. ~


I stop on this
crafty bridge of time,

scraping my nails
against
the rails of reasons
piercing my gut,

scarring
my already
withered psyche,

clouding my
tarnished mind,

clawing at my
distorted reality,
excruciatingly;

questioning
my existence .


Today it changes.
Sometimes, thoughts are my own enemies, trying to learn some positivity.
your happiness over mine...
back then and until now.
but tomorrow...
when the sun rises
in the east.
i'll try to find happiness
in its heat. and forget that
i risked almost everything.
so i can burn in yours.
Maja May 2020
people fight wars,
but often forget that one battle is all that is needed to win.
Kay May 2020
I'm afraid I'm not so good at this writing thing
Everyone seems to have a way with words

I just chatter on til i feel like my soul is free
Or maybe, it's til my soul reveals that it's empty

Either way

What was I saying again..?

Oh yea,

I'm afraid I'm not so good at this writing thing
CB May 2020
“Remember our cigarettes & the oil rigs. City lights, and drunken nights.
Remember the scabbed lips and 1:00am road trips. Races and white long sleeves.  Christmas Eve burn outs, empty parking lot makouts. Piggy back rides, and best friends forever. Remember the kissing and love making. Shirtless & in love, punches in the face, followed with forgiveness. Unfairness and regret. How I see you and seem not to forget.“
Best friend turned lover, turned stranger
Mrs Anybody May 2020
they always say
'go out
meet new people
you'll fall
in love again
when you
forget them'

but they
never tell you
how to forget them
also check out my other poems!  :)
MayC May 2020
you tried to hurt me
with poisonous tears.
you threw at me
your bravest fears,
unleashing your demons
on my bare shoulders
to **** my soul
with their tar black boulders.
-pieces from your spirit-
you made my worlds
and my words
bleed,
perfectly playing your villainous part,
you can't believe
i still make
-and breathe-
art.
but darling,
did you forget
i had a spiked heart?


-May Colde
judiemars May 2020
You're doing great
keeping yourself occupied these days

trying to draw that fraud , happy expression

trying to utter those white lies

trying to stand on a rusted pedestal .

You're doing great love .

But , you forgot to hide something so easily deciphered ;

your eyes

they still don't know how to lie .
Tony Tweedy May 2020
The things we would wish to forget become our recurring nightmares, for often they are attached to people we would never choose to forget.
How can you lose only the nightmare when your heart cant forget how good it once felt?
You cant keep only the good. Every lost love comes with a mix of fondness and regret.
I posted "Coincidental" a while ago.... today my nightmare revisits
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