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Nick Moser Nov 2017
I can’t find the words that I want to say to you.
Every time I try to speak,
I choke on the dirt and grass that cover graves.
I choke on the insects that infest bodies post-exodus.
I choke on the last little breaths I have left in this hole.

I’m drowning in this dirt.

I’m dying in this grave of unspoken words.
I can't breathe
Seema Nov 2017
You are not my King
I am not your Queen
Your hands are covered in sin
Yet you vowed to win

Put me in a dungeon
Or lock me up in a tower
My heart shall not melt
Useless would be your power

Dare not force me to abide
You may be brave
But I am not walking by your side
I desperately yell for my grave...

©sim
nav Oct 2017
So here we go
I shall bury you once more
In the deep crevice of my heart .
You keep resurfacing .
Alan JustATG Oct 2017
The shadows in the poets graveyards,
Are constructed from the littered scraps of good intentions.
Mystic904 Oct 2017
Grand edifices, seem pretty nice
Hoarding up money, such a heist
Pockets full, everything to boast
All that luxury, all that toast

Curtains of wealth, over those eyes
Trapped in such a state of vice
Stockpiles of silver and gold
Deal, a sign, everything sold

Wealth in reality, zero a price
Counting em, this year x thrice
Pretending to be above n bold
The stiff heart you couldn't mould

Crawling over body, ants and lice
Scorpions too, it's nothing nice
Shivering with fear and cold
The pain, agony, all foretold

In the grave, horrendous mice
Game's over for the rolling dice
No one to tell, weren't you told
To that paper now grab a hold

May it be Burj khalifa, all those malls
The huge tall towers, everything falls
Sabotag shall suffer those proud walls
(Awaits!)
The vast stage, superior than all halls
Seema Sep 2017
I was pretty once
Like my heart
Now its all ugly
I am falling apart

My heart is weak
Out of feelings
My brain is sick
Tired of healings

Skin rough wrinkled
Bones weary cold
My soul seems ******
I am feeling too old

Spikes pinching nerves
Life hanging on fence
Twisted body curves
I am losing all my sense

Dust and dirt covers my face
I am not worried
I am not in a race
Just waiting to be carried
With grace and buried,
......in my lonely grave!


©sim
Spilling imagination :)
Alice Sep 2017
sometimes, more than sometimes, but not as often as everyday,
i think about how those eyes you have consumed me,
the way their darkness was in complete contrast to the light you expelled,
and i think about how they would linger into my deep green eyes,
often that look was a wash of colour, but yet it was a pool of feeling,
i felt your love in that look, in those eyes, no matter how many times
they broke the colour so quickly that everything was bland, i felt it in the way
you would smile like your eyes were the ones that were hungry
and i wasn’t your prey, but i grew the light you would shine from, and
you grew the happiness i would have to bury, the tombstone that you carved broke into shards of colour all of which turned black when you cried yourself to sleep in the unholy grave that you made me dig.
Seema Sep 2017
The letters that I wrote in your memory.
I buried them all in the sea...

The hearts that I cut out from various flowers.
I laid them on your grave...

The perfume that you gifted me before you left.
I sprinkled it on the laid petals over your grave...

Sorry for visiting you so late.
I, myself was not in a good state.
You see, the first memory I wanted to remove was your tattooed name from my wrist.
So in the process of erasing your name, my wrist got slitted.
And thus, I was hospitalized with other diagnosed problems that I beated.

The bed in which you took your last breath.
They laid me there.
I felt you with me in the times of such despair.

Your sudden illness has affected me as well.
Maybe meeting you soon, that I can tell.

Here, sitting peacefully by your grave today.
Tearing up on every memory that took you away.

The breeze blew the perfumed petals over my face.
Landing few on my hair as if tucked in with a grace.

Kissing me a goodbye through this chilly breeze.
Swaying away timidly, I see your spirit through the trees...


©sim
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