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Ofelia Jan 2018
It's during those lonesome moments that I realise how much you mean to me.
The sky is grey and the air doesn't get to my lungs, I'm suffocating by your absence.
The thought of leaving my house seems useless since you won't be there waiting for me.
A day without seeing your smile feels empty, and I miss your eyes even more, now that I know that I'll never see them.
I'm needy of the warmth of your presence in a room even if I've never experienced it..


I just miss you even if we have never met..
There's no love around
Vinyldarling Dec 2017
i hate you.
not because i have an ounce of spite in me.
i hate you because you made me miss you.
because you just had to time it so perfectly
for my lonesome, wondering soul
to want something again.

it is restless nights like these
when i stare out my window and peek through the blinds
watching as the moon hides behind the surrounding buildings
and the stars twinkle ever so slightly in the frosty atmosphere
that i feel alone.

i grew dependent on myself
and yet here i am,
writing something because you
made me
dependent on you
all
over
again.
living is hard, but loving can be impossible
bymslu Dec 2017
the Truth

its with kind regards
that you've been asked to avail yourself
excuse yourself
from our crying festivals and internal ridicules of should-have's,
to make an honest revelation of yourself.
i'd understand if you've gotten lost along the way
or forgotten the directions;
its been a while since your presence was requested
its just that right now
i’d really appreciate your attendance to the vulnerability.

i know you’ve noticed
i’ve conversed with tribes opposite to you long enough
i’ve testified against your whispers.
yes, its done nothing
but heighten my complexities and insecurities,
and disrupt my rhythm.
the rhythm I thought I could dance to on my own
without you taking the lead
or setting the record straight.
i’m sorry:
the times I stood you up
the unwanted plus one’s
the cancelled reservations,
but know that this one here
is just you and i
a table for two
and a serving of unseasoned confessions.

let me know when you can make it. . .
underestimating the presence of a guest . . a guest you thought would always be around
Ignatius Hosiana Nov 2017
You know the truth, it's painful you'd rather lie
You got the life it hurts you think you'd rather die
You've got a beautiful laugh, inside a cry
You're breathless or so it seems at every sigh
You can not fight the thoughts
the talk was cheap, the **** you bought
because you believed you'd found all you sought
it's impossible to row alone, your life's a boat
No, you can no longer live like this
betrayed by the very person you miss
and everything, the embrace, holding hands, the kiss
it breaks your heart thinking about, the bliss

You know the truth, you chose to live a lie.*
cause the pain will never die.
Ignatius Hosiana Nov 2017
When you left, it was like my favorite library went down in monstrous flames
like my affiliate soccer club losing by a
very close margin the decisive games
it was like a great storm pouring on your first visit to the beach
yet you saved a lifetime, and journeyed a 1000 miles to get there
and you doubt you'll ever make it to the Lake side again
It was like taking a bullet close to the heart that didn't **** you instantly
it choked you, but left you to gasp for breath and deal with the pain
knowing you'll eventually succumb to the throb and the ooze
like that split second after you kick the bucket that you dread the noose
but there's no turning back, no way to survive even with a million clues
It was like being caught in the open by an unanticipated hurricane
fully aware you're either going by being blown by a giant cyclone
or freeze to a human marble before the force is come
It was like a catchy novel ending with a melancholic twist
you wish you never started reading in the first place
like, at the eleventh hour, your Dobby burning the wedding dress
leaving you an angry bride and a whole other mess
that would live after you like your shadow at dawn for the rest of your life
It was like rewatching your favorite childhood film
and realizing it wasn't as good as you always thought
and wondering why you went turning over the rocks of the past
like finding out your best friend is boyfriend to your secret crush
It was like losing a close person to a plane crush or an inferno
you receive bits and pieces, you bury the ashes
yet the hopes survive, yet nothing haunts like when such hopes are alive
you live after the belief that someday they'll fly out
oblivion like a phoenix and hug you tight if only for just one more time
it was like finding a free verse that beats all rhyme
in a collection so tattered that most of it can't be read
so you're left dying of curiosity and dread
Losing you was like saying goodbye to your friends at graduation
conscious it could be the end to a great season of your existence
but trying so hard to resist asking the obvious question
or one that wouldn't hatch answers but unfortunate tension
it was worse, it was agreeing to meet after a year and being the only one that showed up at the rendezvous
it was believing the folk stories and growing up to the realization that none of it was true
It made my childhood roses and chocolate
but what do I have now that Santa won't bring an avalanche of
breathtaking kisses to my lips on Christmas Eve?
Losing you changed me, if anything, for worse
it was like watching my soul burn when you left
like a wild fire that I doubt even time knows when it will stop
that's how big a difference you made in my life
and I don't care whether you believe me or not
after all I don't even believe I let you in that deep.
I was stupid to open all the doors and windows
and think only the rays of good intentions would sip in.
You were my everything and guess what?
when you left, there was nothing left!
Not even me...
Sam Nov 2017
It's getting cold
And I really should go home
But staring at the stars
Helps me feel far less alone
writerReader Jan 2015
my eyes are black.
but I see in shades of red

vibrant is the world
but so am I

everything is green but I can't see it

my lips are blue and so am i
but fire hasn't melted the ice

why should i freeze when i could burn?

why is the fire finally crying
finally feeling the pain of burning
steam burns too
  much worse

you never see it coming

and the shadows are too cold
but i was burning
the sun is scorching but
alone i freeze
Devin Oct 2017
I was chasing down the moon
Burning concave, sickle bow ahead

They thought you were cheese
They praised you
They feared you
They studied you
They tried to lasso you
They landed on you
They forgot you

And now I'm staring you down
Plain and laid in my sights
The deer to my lonesome, vague headlights

As I barrel into her labyrinth
I'm yielding onto her, and as I go
She eclipses the sky beneath her
And it's shrinking in my view

It's as so the distance
Barring us both,
Is fracturing with every inch of every mile
By time, we will collide in beautiful unison

The explosion wound send to fragments,
The line dividing
The candor of life
And the uncertain ether

Celestial dust and shrapnel
Will rain down a new gravity

Heaven involved itself;
Instead I am now driving with the moon
We team south as she occupies
The passenger side

She's my hitch hiker
Or if she were Bonnie
I'd have to be Clyde
We're gonna rob that big bank in the sky, baby

Weaving stories of home and the road
And love and loss and time and hope
And destinations and longings
And belongings and beginnings

And we disagree and we fear things
And we share dreams and we lose sleep
And we split gas and we drive fast
And we smoke grass and she laughs

But time passed
And she was due a few miles ahead
So she climbed to the back seat
To rest for a moment

And I drove on
With the familiarity she shone
She was quiet now
And so I kept to my thoughts and the road

I'd look back on occasion just to assure
She was still a pendant on the drapery of night
I glanced about enough to spot her
From the corner of my eye

And I sigh at the strike of reticence
But flood with saccharine
I remember her glow as a child
She was in a sidecar on every road trip

Again I turn to her,
But she made no appearance
Like a thief, she fled by window,
Not even a disturbance to the wind

I smiled for our ride together
And the protection she laid over me
It was finished now,
But everything always is

I caught the blemish in my rear view
As I moved on
She was a speckle behind me
And being swallowed by the hills and buildings

I couldn't know what anticipated in the remote
But I remember my old friend
As the slack between us
Became taut and expansive
Ignatius Hosiana Oct 2017
You always had the keys... you did, but you chose the chains because something in them was beautiful. You always knew the destination was close, but you chose the painful journey, you chose the adventure. You could have chosen the obvious, but obvious wasn't meant for you, you were born to be different, to let go of the good for the greater good. You could have had heaven, but there was an Angel in Hell you had to set free, no matter the price.
Ignatius Hosiana Oct 2017
So
I promised to wait for you
& it was fairytales & fables
*but I broke my promise
cause it's easier waiting tables
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