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Nada Apr 2019
i closed my eyes.
i closed my eyes and i see darkness. blank space. grey haze. and then there’s you filling the black. standing there. your dark brown hair as messy as it’s always been. waving at me with your signature crooked smile.
i closed my eyes and i see nothing but you.

i opened my eyes.
i opened my eyes and i see colors. shaft of lights. dancing tree in the middle of a windy street. kid crying as she lost her candy. clocks ticking. cars running. cat sleeping below the chair. a group of girls laughing. flowers blooming. birds singing.
i opened my eyes and i see everything but you.
D Apr 2019
all my sadness falls away and so do my senses
i'm feeling pretty senseless
my mouth is pretty reckless
my tongue is doing dances and there's a weight that's been lifted
clothes are being shifted
i'm feeling pretty gifted
it was so, so good.
Winnie Apr 2019
You make me cry
You make me rhyme
How can I meet you in another lifetime
Ritz Writes Apr 2019
Most of our childhood memories were not printed on photos but in certain biscuits, comic books, sight of the playground where the noises still echoes in our ears, the hugs of our friends, the touch of our mother's care and concern when sickness troubled.
And slowly, we drifted away from the state of innocence with a stoical heart to face the music.
Transition Period. ❤
Ritz Writes Mar 2019
There was an agony in my voice
Unheard rant and tirade against
The world that couldn't appreciate your sole identity.
Life as we know it!
Trembling in fear, braving the storm not to break down in tears.
When billows of sadness roll
Embracing the state of solitude, no one to call.
Behind the dark circle, hidden with a concealer
Bottled up paranoia and scars
Drowning in a sea of misery.
What could've been done to alleviate this malady
I wish I could crumble into pieces
As ashes of smoke, disappearing into a thin air.
Did I chose this melancholic trail
Unable to succumb myself to death.
I,
A living dead
Leave me alone
I can't handle anymore pain.
Catharsis.
دema flutter Mar 2019
at this forbidden hour,
Cinderella has to be home,
yet her hands are gently being kissed
as her heart turns into a pumpkin,
ready to be patched in mid March,
she dances with a broken glass heel,
twirls the ticking clock,
making the hour golden.
Ritz Writes Mar 2019
I hope you find comfort in those verses when you're running out of words and feelings to justify your own conflicts deep within.
As long as I'm writing
I want you to know that it doesn't matter
Who you are and what you did
What matters the most is how far did you come?
And how far will you embark on a new route in this unending destination.
As long as I'm writing
May you find strength to make amends with your past and embrace the scars hidden behind the fine lines and wrinkles
May you stay humble and your eyes twinkle.
When the dawn arrives and the end leads to a new trail
May you find resilient in that struggle
With various roles assigned to juggle.
The end is where we begin.
Kiki Shaw Mar 2019
you probably shouldn't be here
in the doom and the gloom
half-light
moonlight
drop dead at midnight
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