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Null Dec 2014
But how do you win when you've already lost?
And how do you forgive when you already know the cost?
What's it feel like?
I can't tell anymore, I'm so long lost.
Does it ever end?
Do we stop, dry our eyes, just pretend?
And if there is indeed a way out which one do you recommend?
What's it feel like?
Is there hope for the lost souls?
Is there a way to be good again?
(Inspired by words from the Kite Runner)
Aaron Bee Nov 2014
Long furry black legs
extending out from a
furry xoskeleton.
No love for the Spider
to be stepped on.
Estranged by many,
loved by few.
Majority wins, till
all open eyes to
beauty
Your love is algebra
I can't find the formula
If I could find the right calculator,
I could define your euphoria.

Your love is geometry
I can't find the angles
If I could prove your theories,
It wouldn't be a shambles.

Your love is trigonometry
I can't figure it out
If I spent an entire notebook, perhaps
I'd still have doubts.

Your love is a mystery
Just as the greatest math
Although worth much,
Seems irrelevant to my path.
splvrry Jun 2014
as the sun left your sight,
"stay longer" said, with no might.
but when the moon came to sight,
you stayed longer, through the night.




the evening breeze bit your skin like mites,
the wind was chilly and passed like light.
"I love you" said, with all might.
"Will you please stay in my sight?"

Said the moon, to the sun.
lupush May 2014
Your name has meaning not to me
for I want the bat and not some trick
you use to hide your nightly guise,
the one I’ve come to
idolize

There’s many reasons you and I
have chased the cats and not the mice:
the rats have trouble keeping up,
the cats will scratch you but with
love

I don’t seek the face behind the mask
for I want layers upon layers—
upon dusk
to hide a face that might prove
you’re just a man and I’m a
fool
After some heavy DCnU reading, and my eternal fascination for the Joker, I’ve come to have much Batman-related inspiration. This time in particular, about Joker’s adoration with Batman and the fact he never cared about his real identity because, for him, Batman isn't a man with a mask but darkness itself. I strongly believe that Joker's head can't handle the fact Batman could be anyone but... well, Batman.
Akemi Sep 2013
Half found terrified—half lost fearless age
I’ve only the courage to get me through the day
And my perspective has been waning with each sleepless night
Lost in faces I no longer recognise

I’m certain I follow the same as my father
Running from the troubles of east coast
Or my brother, and my mother
Letting all my loved ones go

I’m too weak to fight my fear of lovers getting close
Too tired to wake from the delirium
That I hurt my own soul
Too changed to shine on and get through the day
Without a stutter in my thoughts
That I’ve made a mistake

I’m not sorry that I let you in
More that I cut you off without a thank you
Or a goodbye
Kiss
But my lips tremble and my hands shake at the slightest sign
That life is getting on and getting by
Without me by your side
9:35am, September 17th 2013

Be fearless, or be alone.
AmberLynne May 2014
You said I broke your heart
     when I decided to leave,
but baby you broke mine
     every single day I stayed.
I couldn't stand by
     watching as you sat there,
     your soul collecting dust.
I'd beg you for more, to BE more,
     but my pleas went unnoticed.
So I cried silently to myself,
     crimson tears
     leaking from my veins.
And now,
     now that I've finally gone,
you've awakened to shudder
     off that layer of dust.
Tell me, baby,
     how could I be the one
     to break your heart
when I was obviously
     so irrelevant
     to your motivations.
Tell me, baby,
     why you didn't notice me
     bleeding, begging
     for your attention.
Tell me, baby,
     why was I not enough?
5.1.14
rebeca Apr 2014
so many places to go
so many things to see
so many things to do
so many people to meet

and yet i am stuck in this insignificant  town.
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