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Maria Leslie Mar 29
I’ve been thinking of someone can touch me but
Inside out it’s still empty
No one can turn too

I've been traveling for decades but my heart is still alone
How many times have I been with you and met you
But it's still not you

Many battles have passed but it’s fair
I thought it was you but until now I still haven't won
I always left alone winning myself but not together with you
I'm left victorious in myself but you're not with me

No matter what I do I still can't see the real
No matter how I open the door
The opportunity is still elusive

Even if I don't look for it, it's always whispered
The real face still doesn't face me
The real for me is still hidden

Is there nothing left for me?
Is it already written?
How long will I wait?

Is it always destined for someone else?
Another opportunity will be waiting again
But how far will the journey go without you

Is this just the new beginning
Is it just the beginning?
There is always a new door to open

You only open a door once and a while and you have a chance
At the wrong time, not in the right direction
The world stopped in the elusive happiness

My tired heart cannot be satisfied
The winding,
tiring battle is not quiet
The direction does not straighten to be with you and see you

It is difficult when I have chosen you but you do not choose me
I thought you were the one,
but I will also go back to the old days and accept that you are no longer here
There is no partner.

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"π•Žπ•’π•π•’ ℙ𝕒𝕝𝕒 π•‹π•’π•π•’π•˜π•’π•Ÿπ•˜ π•‚π•’π•“π•šπ•ͺπ•’π•œ"

Ako ay nag hihintay na mayroong makaka hipo sakin
pero hanggang ngayon wala paring laman
Wala paring lumilingon

Ilang dekada na akong nag lalakbay pero ang puso ko’y mag isa parin
Ilang beses na kitang nakasama at nakilala
Pero hindi parin ikaw

Marami nang nagdaang labanan akala ko ikaw na yon
pero hanggang ngayon hindi parin naipapanalo
Naiwan akong nanalo sa sarili pero hindi ka kasama

Kahit ano gawin ko hindi parin makita ang tunay
Buksan ko man ang pinto
Mailap parin ang pagkakataon

Hindi ko man hanapin palagi itong binubulong
Hindi parin humaharap ang tunay na mukha
Nakatago parin ang tunay na para sakin

Wala na bang para sakin?
Naka tala na ba ito?
Hanggang kailan ako mag hihintay?

Parati nalang ba sa iba nakalaan?
Panibagong pagkakataon ulit ang hihintayin
Pero hanggang saan aabot ang paglalakbay ng wala ka

Ito palang ba ang bagong simula
Nagsisimula palang ba?
Palaging may bagong pinto ang bubuksan

Minsan ka lang mag bukas ng pinto at pagkakataon
Sa maling pagkakataon na hindi natapat sa tamang direksyon
Nahinto ang mundo sa mailap na lumigaya

Hindi mapagbigyan sa napapagod kong puso
Hindi matahimik ang paliko likong nakakapagod na labanan
Hindi tumutuwid ang direksyon para makasama at makita ka

Ang hirap kapag pinili na kita pero ikaw hindi mo ako pinipili
Akala ko ikaw na yun uuwi rin din pala ako sa dati at tatanggaping wala ka na
Wala palang kapareha.
Written: 1.3.2025
David Fesenco Feb 22
i'd seen it burning, it was me
the one who'd set it up.
i'd never tell, never be seen,
but always be around.
there was some beauty to it that
i couldn't really share.
The flame and i were different, but
both always gasped for air.
i've seen it taking, felt the fear
it's gotten me before.
yet somehow it would lure me in
and ask to feed it more.
it's made itself known on my skin,
gently dabbing my hands.
i always knew that we were kin,
i knew it understands.
a rapsody of life and death, a fable
so intriguing, you couldn't
picture warmth so fatal,
or love so unforgiving.
it didn't leave no silver scars,
no petty, goudy patches,
i'm just a never dying spark
trapped in a box of matches.
There is something beautiful about fire
TheBlackBird Aug 2021
Just lay beneath the stars with me

Pretending that we're kids again

Still dreaming big dreams

Still stealing kisses

Living back in the before time

When we hadn't yet learned

That some people are like matches

And if you hold on too long

You get burned.
Omarcito Jul 2021
change consciousness with another


ashes turn to plastic

giraffes play wack a-mole

i’ll miss you when you’re gone


messages dart his eyes

playing with the devil’s knife
living down,
in the darkness
of my mind
between infant cries
connecting lies
and infernos burning haunted lives


i wish no one
the pain
of a box of broken matches
Claire Billings Feb 2021
See my face
Coated in tears

Like how the rain paints the sidewalk

Only know that I tried
No matter how insignificant my attempts appear

An abomination to most
But my heart pure

I roll myself out to allow others to dry their shoes
A ***** old rug after time
with each boot leaving its imprint

Drop a match on my gasoline soaked skin to keep you warm
Watch the flames dance and my eyes turn gray,
but my smile untampered

Out of everyone, I thought you'd understand
But time after time
I realize I'm just letting myself down
My mother always says that people will always let you down and high expectations are the death of you, you think after some time I'd listen
i used to think
we were the perfect match
but matches are meant
to ignite
and then
            burn out.
Abby Dec 2020
sometimes its comforting, the dark
its like a veil
its like a fog
it surrounds you, and although its cold in a weird way its,
familiar
like its always there,
but sometimes you get too comfortable
fall in too deep
and feel safe where you shouldn't
its hard to get out when it feels right
like its where you belong
where you deserve to be,
in the dark
in the fog
in the cold
and after the light is always too bright,
the air too warm
its too perfect,
and you were right
because you know what comes next
it always comes next,
the darkness
so why not accept it?
why not stay?
since it always comes back,
the light always dims
the warmth always leaves,
it gets smothered by the wind and the rain
and now the matches are wet
so
you cannot relight it,
when all you need is a spark but
you cant get one,
but why not wait for them to dry
because the rain never seems to stop
it just keeping going
washing away everything
making you blank,
making you empty,
it blends the days together
when there is no light, no way to tell
how long its been
or
how much longer
and then one day
it stops
and the light is back,
the warmth fills you up until you overflow,
but your so scared to lose it again you don't even care,
it's almost scary how much you missed it,
but even in the most perfect moments
its always there
making you wonder
how long will it last
and its hard to enjoy it when you know
one day the
darkness
always comes back
so the rain starts, the cold comes and
what's the point of putting in the energy
when it will always fade, will always dim
because the cold days get more
and more
and more
frequent,
until you cant remember the warmth
until you don't even want it
because,
the cold becomes comfortable
and that's all we want,
right?
to be comfortable
to feel safe
to feel something
to feel the cold is better than to feel nothing,
right?
at least the cold reminds you you're alive,
that you still are here
until one day you aren't
because the darkness gets us all
and in a weird way its almost
nice,
to know one day we will all have the same fate,
no matter how hard we try
no matter what
the darkness always wins
so,
why not find comfort in it?
the darkness.
sometimes its hard for me to express how i feel and i think this portrays it pretty well and i hope someone else understands what im saying.
Peyton L Apr 2020
Ash floats around me
my hands caked in soot
the burnt match between my fingers.

Remnants of flames burning in my eyes,
smoldering rubble
smells of smoke and destruction.

I lift the match to my mouth
touch the tip to my tongue
the salty taste worth the raging fires of my sins.
Somehow inspired by the salt lamp I have on my desk.
A M Ryder Dec 2019
Matches
Ashes
Acid on my casket
Buried with the hatchet
Of my fight with this life
I knew I could never hack it
rk Dec 2019
i had a paper heart,
you played with matches.
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