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The sickeningly sweet voice of oblivion calls me, promising beautiful things.
How I yearn to fall, drifting forever in between dreams
to be able to shed the weight on my shoulders and replace it with swirling darkness.
Oblivion beckons me further and further into the blissful silence.
I know if I follow to the end of this tunnel
I will never return but the thought makes me smile.
The pain and regret washes away as
I fall into complete darkness.
Oh how sweet oblivion tastes.
Neha Bhatt Apr 2016
Red
Her name was this unforgettable charm
I was overwhelmed
By her sky like beauty
Ever widening
Into separate heavens,
Her voice
Will promise you
The song of forever
She is enigmatic,
Pressing into my ribs
Like a ghost does
When it flies back home,
She was firm
As two cantaloupes
Dripping and dripping
I love her;
Her core to her sky
Once, twice, into eternity
There’s a crater
That matches her hand
Scarred into my heart
Maybe and often entangled together
She appear as daydreams
But she is real,
I feel it more
Then I care to admit,
Like a Plath’s poem
She pinches the heart
Of her reader,
She can lick the truth
From your false face
O’ her eyes,
Can start a drama,
As her friend Isabelle says,
She reads books
Of only dead people,
So does she talks to their ghosts,
Slowly she moves
Like a never fading colour,
Filling up your tea cup
Maybe with something more than tea,
You’ll know her more
When her honey dripping voice fills your ears,
Nothing is new
Nothing is mystery
Apparently
She is
Fragile
Fervent
She is unskinned
And
Red
Lou Vaughn Apr 2016
voice in whispered tone
like breathy saxophone
I hold a longing moan
within

fingers through my strands
ruin all my plans
the way your calloused hands
grip skin

lips that taste like truth
of gin and dry vermouth
pierced by sinking tooth
and sin

I memorize your face
as I fade from this place
forgetting all that time and space
has been
Angelique Jan 2014
We are all part of someone's dream, a realm of the universe unseen.
We displease, we heal, we unveil the hidden and yet all that can be seen is what is heard....
       disregarding all lives that were formed for a moment in the limelight that was never owned.
Some call themselves flawless but the notion in itself is full of flaws and we remain untouched by the obvious.
Well, it has been quite a while since I last posted anything. I have continued to write but I just never got around to posting it on here.
Riley Smith Apr 2016
The suns rays hit your eyes.
Creatures staring in and the heartless staring out.
Incautious of the blinding sun.
Oblivion,
Oh we meet again.
Deeper and darker we go, into oblivion.
I feel dark blue as memories mesh and horrors unfold,
Right before my very eyes.
Blue, blue tides.
So many emotions floating around within my inner conscience.
Blue being the color you see
Before your lungs collapse,
And your eyes roll into the back of your skull.
Injustice to the best of us as we are wither away in inescapable oblivion.
I feel as if I am stuck in a continuum of dreams.
Claire Apr 2016
made-up quotes about the metaphorical sense of
"moving mountains"
are incendiary to my sweet thoughts;
they anger me into an oblivion
in which these mountains are barriers;
in which they define us.

if I could literally move mountains
I’d do it in a moment’s time;
tearing down all 6,683 ft of their towering elevation;
silencing their spite and
forcing them far, far away;
soothing our tall tensions to ease.

we dwell in opposite margins
of a page that has so much yet to be written;
when I run to you,
I do so in slow motion and one step out of time
as I constantly trip over the alpine ground
that we mistake for a reason why
this isn’t right.  

I cannot literally move mountains,
but if I could,
I would,
and the dissonance
between my heart and yours
would exist no longer.

let’s frighten these mountains into an oblivion
in which we can see just over them
and I’ll touch their peaks to find your hands holding mine;
guiding each other through our separate lives
melded
by love.
long distance relationships, yeah?

the blue ridge mountains are 6,683 ft high at their highest elevation.

it really shouldn't mean a thing.
Lauren Leal Apr 2016
I'm in complete disarray.
My life is in shambles and there is no return I say.
I'm a wanderer of my own cataclysmic oblivion.
Though I see all the doors, but escape is one in a million.
I'm pulverized by my past mistakes.
My soul is burdened and morose, are there any retakes?
But life is not a quiz, but a lesson to learn.
If you can gather the knowledge, will happiness return?
I'm in a constant state of bewildered frustration.
I need another dose and a recalibration.
Someday I will escape from my own mind.
But it's the answers and hopes that are scattered within, that I must find.
Wanderer of my mind's world.
yes
..you can!
**** me. .
**** me !
but
before
the eternal dark
before
my eyes die
please!
line to me
I need your black eyes
please !
kiss me
and give me
my last
beautiful oblivion!
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