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I will stop
Looking at the Moon
And the Stars

Believe me
Are enough

To get inspired from
Good enough
To stop time

He/She said
Genre: Romantic Raw
Theme: When everything inclines towards the one.
Louise Jul 17
Here in this castle,
in my tower,
no one and nothing can hurt me
but myself.
Walls are built out of cash that I begged the laws and secrets of the universe for,
I might be the princess that sleeps but will never feel the pea that lies underneath my piles of bed made out of skeleton bones.
Now yes, I lie in them—they reside not in my closet but beneath my frail, sorry body.
Some nights, I am one of the skeletons myself.
I might be the very monster that I am fearing for for the past two weeks.
I might be making the very noises that keeps me up until the morn.
Have you ever seen a fortress with the enemies lurking within?
Gates with the robbers playing cards inside?
Welcome to my little world, welcome to my tower.
Where I can craft deadly words, in here I hold the most power.
Diyan Sa May Mga Nilad #2: Rapunzel's Tower
The uniVerse Apr 2017
They say talking to yourself is a sign of madness, but who cares what they say no one else can hear them.
Let the ink spill
Reflecting the true virtue
Of yours
In such a way

Every reading mind
Try their best, to create
Their own version
Of you

That is what
You are

Thank You
Genre: Inspirational
Theme: The untold story
Nayana Nair Apr 30
all the folded boats
spill out of my empty books.

the trees are on fire again.
my mind is on a another wild chase.

my hands light some more branches.
“the world is too cold for me”,
is all that i can say.

today, i am less sad than yesterday,
which makes everything that much more difficult.

today my sorrows have become facts.
my childhood reduced to folded boats in a trash can.

is there any other way to live than this?
Shane Roller Mar 27
The Spider under my chair
                 Wasn't doing me any harm...
                             But I killed it.

I don't know why I did what I did
                  But I know if I knew
                             That Spider under my chair
Would still be alive.
Ritz Writes Mar 27
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.
Apathy Mar 24
A passing thought of your soft grin
Tugs my heart strings taut and humming
They play sweet songs like violins
Adrift in clouds of silk and honey

A sun burns bright within my heart
It shines for you a world apart
I feel you there reaching for me
And in your arms I long to be

I feel you here within my heart
A world away, but not apart
In dreams I play our first embrace
picturing your smiling face

the quiet warmth of knowing
you exist with me tonight
soothes me into peaceful sleep
as I bathe in morning light

I watch the window to your world
Dreaming of reaching through that glass
I'd crawl into your sleeping arms
And leave behind the past

Catching a glimpse of your soft smile
I feel my own heart beating
but opened eyes tear you away
for dreams, the fickle things, are fleeting

Embers smolder deep within
Spreading, rising to my throat
A gasp of air, I catch my breath
As flames of desire ignite

But desolate winds gather in my chest
As the fires fight to stay alight
I hold myself, a hollow shield
This empty space inside grips tight
a few small poems written for you, some new some old
Nicholas Mar 20
Things were never perfect
That's what made it

It was good,
made beautiul from the illusion that there wasn't a

glass ceiling to
how much we
could love each other
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