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Bragi Aug 2018
Ignorance is bliss;
Sweeter than any kiss.
It’s an unfair kind of careless care.
This idea of something you missed,
Where?
A tear which never needed to be known,
There. In the mirror. Wipe away the smudges and it becomes visible,
Clearer. Shown in a smile that some would call naive. But you don’t because Ignorance is richer.
Your ears burn bright but you believe all is well, that all is right, so you continue your life like a phone in a theatre. Beating on the drum of negligence, perfectly pitching yourself as a heedless, harmonious heap; inauspiciously and ironically thinking ones self, misguidedly, meticulous. Inadvertently beautiful.
Ignorance is bliss.
writerReader Feb 2015
lovely
just lovely
great
how great
marvelous
Silverflame Aug 2018
They call me the angel child;
and I suppose at some point, I once was one.
But my demons have cut off my wings a long time ago.
Kind of ironic.
Samantha Babe Jul 2018
I had you somewhere outside
We were so near to each other like never before
I talked to you on not giving up
Then you said to me not to let go
The skyscrapers  around us were breaking and falling
I was scared
Then I went to your back and you grabbed my hands
You let me hugged you
We were too proximate
Together we faced the end of time
As soon as we saw the end light, we went back to the beginning
It was just a bright light
But then I woke up, it was just only a dream
A dream that tore my heart
A dream that slap to my reality
Why?
Because the truth is, we have broken up
The dream is the opposite of our decision
Cause in reality, we didn't fight for our love
We never faced the falling world of us And that dream is a reminder of our shortcomings
And a reminder of what should have been done to save us.
J Jul 2018
I write to forget.
I write so I won’t forget.
It’s a losing bet.
A losing bet.
**** it.
How ironic.
miki Jun 2018
you told me to show you where i hurt.
but you were wearing a blindfold.
and my hands were tied behind my back.

you told me to tell you how i feel.
but you had plugged your ears.
and i was choking on my own spit.
Frank Discussion Jun 2018
So, you're dead?

HUH?

What do you mean, "you're dead"?

WHAT?

This is just typical of you.

A man of your age should've known better.
Happy father's day
entirely at fault
the Ubermensch
within
will still find
a means
of spreading the blame
beyond
the limits of responsibility

even these words
pass the blame
onto something
that can be claimed
as being
beyond my control

so is it even
really
my fault
at all?
Nic Mac Apr 2018
Speaking honestly, finally
Naming them, in their multiples.
Listing deceits,
that had sat,
as my obstacles.
Hitting me, as I ran.
Stopping me, so I’d fall
Over the emptyness you placed there.
  
How cruel it is, to cover my eyes,
while the image is screamed at me
I can still hear it,
I will always hear it.
But, there’s a reason the phrase
“You have to see it to beleive it” exists
with more  prominence.
Please.

I had enough dark,
It surrounded everyday,
Illuminate this mistake.
I don’t care if it hurts your head to bow,
is ‘shame’ really that unfamiliar?
Show me, tell me.

Finally
finally you let it,
let them.
Some of it, enough, of it.
What was hidden, now basked in truth
I see it now, for all that I knew,
but now of which I can be certain.

Your hands, it seems,
still around my throat.
With this “thankyou”
This “thankyou” I say
to the most ironic of gestures.

Speaking with honesty
about how profoundly you had lied.
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