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Seema Jul 2017
Forgive the dare wrath
Of my ruthless boneless tongue
It spits ugly words
Only to the heartless fool
Staring from the vague mirror



©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2017
I cared way too much
I chose to be heartless now
Using my heart less
Another haiku in my journal. Based on my current emotions.
Shanath Jul 2017
I THE BLACK

You can have my whole heart and devour it
but not squeeze out a drop of blood.

You will drown in a thirst
as you try to water me.

II THE WHITE

I am not meant to fall in love
I am meant to divide my soul

Among the satans of the world
And turn fire into cosmos.

(I am lost
But I will find my way.)
Edited, I thank Guy Scutellaro for the comment.
nim Jul 2017
everyone thinks I'm heartless
but the thing is
it's just broken
so nobody tries to heal
the mist unseen
even though
affection and pain
are about to swallow me whole
M
You wrote a poem in class
about a heart you don't have,
necromancy hidden in romance, remnants
of a younger, braver self nestled in
riddled sweet nothings.

It shouldn't have burned to read it.
Àŧùl May 2017
Atul was murdered.
In broad daylight he was slain.
Finally death had got him.
His windpipe was slit open.
But a bigger surprise awaited.
The doctors performed autopsy.
His heart was found to be missing.

His diary read:
*My chest is empty,
No heart shall ever beat,
What l feared the most,
It only did repeat,
The lover I trusted,
She walked away with my heart.
My HP Poem #1555
©Atul Kaushal
Saint Audrey Apr 2017
Leaden feet
Soul heavy
Constriction wracks my chest
Eyesight fading out at best

Every step
Burdens me
Drowing out my screams
They don't know what i mean

Cold are we
Faceless sea
The crowd is sundered
With a sound of thunder

Chemical feeling
Rising faster
Black metal plating
Hidden by color

Nausea knowlage
Turning over
Sterile and voiceless
Overpowered

The second freezes and the door explodes
One or two to every home
The crowd plays on
A silver show
And all of mine
are on their own

Masqurade
The masks are on
Every sillable
of every song
The Loss of feeling
I have no doubt
And they are carried off

A few rounds pop off
The music stops
For a split second order holds everyone still as stone
Then my life is taken before my naked eyes
And I wake up here, alone, surrounded by the flock


My heart has been torn from my chest
God give me strength
Eh
Look at his face,
Look in his eyes,
Hear him scream,
Watch him bleed.

Could you really do that...?
Over and over,
Again.

I guess that's why you keep your eyes closed,
mind locked and heart cold.
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