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astrid Jan 2018
She looked at him like he was the moon. Fascinated as she stayed up late, focused on his cloudiness which she described as her spectrum. All dreary and grey, dark and sunless. Countless people watched with her in the way he danced with the stars, the way he flaunted his brightest dim. But she kept on wondering if they even searched underneath the clouds when he wasn't around; had they worried if he seemed to be missing a part. Because she liked his company more than all the stars combined, even when he left her the morning she was supposed to arise.
trinity Jan 2018
we are not meant to be whole
we are not meant to have the same pieces
we are not meant to be puzzles
we are meant to be people
ryanë Smith Jan 2018
Destined to be silenced

When I come home you'll stop this

We are all being called

Some don't notice

I love you join me we can be together

Ashes to ashes nothing to nothing

Nothing is calling my name

Because I'm "special"
Paranoid thoughts
Blake Dec 2017
My heart beats like a drum.

It only beats that way for you.

The steady beat thrums in my chest.

'*** *** *** ***'

If you are near it speeds up.

'BumBumBumBumBum'

When you are away it gets softer.

'***        ***       ***       ***'

I love the sound, oh how beautiful it is.

I hear yours too when my head is on your chest.

It speeds up when I smile at you.

Does it slow when I leave you?

Or does it stay the same, unbothered by the lack of my presence.

I need to know, if your drum reacts the same as mine.

Two drums beating in harmony.

Two drums beating in time.
DeAnn Nov 2017
I forget what I look like in the mirror
Constantly
So when I pass a mirror I see my reflection

"Is that me? Do I really look like that? Wow."

Then I go about my day, forgetting what I look like

But that's a metaphor, isn't it?

Because we have our moments of mirror looking and see ourselves, and we know who we are

And as soon as we leave that mirror, we forget
Consumed with the world, consumed with emotions and confusion and even hatred at times, we forget who we are
We forget what we stand for, what motivates us to keep up our drive. We can be there for days, months, years,
Forgetting

Until we pass another mirror and we are sparked with intention
Star BG Nov 2017
I shall iron out my old metaphors
held in a writer mind.
Perhaps without wrinkles I will use them
to write a saga of verse
as follows as dust approaches.

And I shall drown in a sea of love,
moving with graceful strokes.
No troubled waters I shall fish in today
for I am holding my heart in hand.
Inspired by Prabhat Chhetri
Kriti Gupta Nov 2017
Take a look around and rub the smog out of your eyes
Back and forth wipe that mirror of disguise
Stuck in a frozen grocery store
2 and five won't get you past that door

Spit out you soul
Spit out those lies
Travel straight past the checkout sign
Grab him for a few days or nights
Self medicate with the one you like
bones Nov 2017
You are the smell in the air after a heavy downpour of rain,
The light seeping through my curtains at the crack of dawn.

You are the heavy taste of wine on a night out,
The aroma of lavender coming from one of my favourite flower shops.

You are the curves of the highlands and in the citrus taste of the sea,
The sound of waves crashing against the shore.

But then again,
I see you in the electricity of thunder,
The bitterness in coffee,
The ending of a good book,
The last note of my favourite song,

I see you in the last colours of the evening sky,
The calm before the storm.

You are every hour I'm spending watching the sun's final rays.
You are everywhere and I can't wrap my head around that.
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