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Arii 2d
Worth anything?
It’s killing me
Worth anything?
No, that can’t be.

My failures and mistakes
make up who I am.
So when you tell me that it’s okay
What am I supposed to say to that?
home is a cage
slide out the window
find a different way
run with the wolves
chase the child

it won't always be like this
ceramic heart
cosmic bruise
lovesick in a hotel wildfire

chemistry begins with
orbiting the moon
he calls her a river

swallowing down mistakes
she cares a little less about everything now

blood on the mattress
young blood

breaks in the sun
mean pure dark is yet to come
--nightly things

as long as she gets by
despite the crushing weight of gravity
she will take swan feathers
and wedding days to bed

but never take the blame
Hlelolwenkosi Feb 27
Pieces placed on my palms
As I try to rebuild what I've broken
With glue as my conscience
Of never keeping anything altogether
My TOUCH
Being the wrong ingredient in a well constructed recipe
I never had to take accountability
Was deemed as the suspect already
Gave birth to my fear of touching anything
As my guilt surrenders to each piece of broken glass
And sometimes I wonder if I really love him
Or I found some sense of belonging within him
An expirement of my capability to hold something safe
To find closure in knowing that for once I'm not the danger
No sight of warnings signs
Upon the close proximity of my presence
A young girl who was never given a chance to explain. Her clumsiness being her worst enemy as she has developed a fear of holding anything close to her. So she tries to eliminate the possibility of destroying everything and everyone around her.
Laokos Feb 23
I’ve got this wild hair,
and it’s a real humdinger.
goes everywhere with me,
whispering, shouting,
whatever the hell it wants:

“dance in the fire.”
“go talk to her.”
“drive straight into that lake.”
“what’ve you got to lose?”
“**** it.”
“jump.”

it’s gnarly, tangled,
never stays down,
a rebellious little ****.

some of my best mistakes
have come from it, too:

“one more,
come on.
what’s the worst that could happen?”

“**** the trail,
it’ll take too long.
just run down the side
of the mountain.”

“ok, sure—
let’s pack up
and move across the country again.”

everyone’s got one,
standing tall somewhere,
poking out like a flag
on a battlefield of sameness,
a single, defiant kite
riding the sky
above the canopy.

those wild ones,
they’re the beauties.
the rogue strands
growing their own way
when everything else
marches in a straight line.

I love those wild hairs.
the ones that scream
against the comb,
flip off the barber,
and refuse to lay flat.

the ones that urge us
deeper into the unknown,
to take chances—
to risk ourselves despite everything.

the funny thing is,
I think
God had one, too—

when He made us.
fish-sama Feb 19
Barrage, a wired mirage
Draped across your visage,
An accusing look haunts
An eroding heart.

Return, fail to learn
An expected curse:
Another one hurt
Another deserted.

Bunker in, boys, hide in
The trenches of wretches.
File in, girls, euphoric
Isolation, historic eternity.

What? What is wrong with us?
How? How did we gain trust?
Why must they see us?
When will they leave us?
Where did I hurt them?
?
Pushing people away is a pretty annoying thing I have to get used to.
Mary Feb 17
Still being attached to you shreds my soul.
I can tell you played a damaging role.
I still feel the blade you left in my chest.
I want to break free, tired of being possessed.

I’m sick of wearing mask of joy.
I see you think that I’m a toy.
I fear nostalgia tricks me here.
And past days suddenly seem real.
my reflections on past love episodes & confusing feelings that have been haunting me.
Edward Hynes Dec 2024
You might think that by now I’d have
The fruits of my maturity—
Good judgement and some dignity
The wisdom of my years—
And doing really stupid things
Would now have no appeal to me
My lessons learned,
My hard earned wisdom paid for with my tears.

But you’d be wrong.
muizz Dec 2024
At this point in my life,
I realised that I often make the same mistakes,
It’s like I’m running in circle,
bound by an iron chain of mistakes.

I've tried, yet problems persist;
No tears or anger in my fist,
I can do it, no matter the start,
even with a broken heart.

I find myself treading through quicksand,
sinking deeper with every step.
But I’m not afraid to keep walking,
All I’m reaching is the vast sea of success.
Hi, this is my first time sharing my poem here, If you like my poem, you can read it more on my instagram highlight @muizzink_
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