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I turn the last page,
The next is blank.

Blank blank blank blank blank
Blank blank blank blank blank
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B L A N K

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So white it's screaming
So empty I’m left reeling

The lack of words
A void so loud
I squint my eyes unseeing.

I don’t think I’m ready yet
I dont think I'll ever be,
It hurts too much to be alone
Is this the price of being free?
Äŧül Oct 16
There's a story of a lonely childhood,
A saga of a musical teenage,
And an account of painful youth.

There's a poem of romantic adulthood,
An epic written in the search for love,
And your sign in a moment of truth.

There's one desire in my heart untold,
A thirst that is yet unquenched,
And your name on its walls of blood.
My HP Poem #1891
©Atul Kaushal
s y kalindara Oct 10
My heart is an addict of fiction.

Awakening your pages with every drum,
it beats to remind me
that you're my very own
evergreen paramour
and I'm so sick of its pounding propaganda.


Copyright © 2020 by S. Y. Kalindara. All rights reserved.
Why does my heart keep insisting that you're the love of my life?
Sophia Aug 24
It's ok if i'm
Not your favorite chapter
You have written,
But I hope
You still smile when
You flip back to
The pages I was still a part of
Ink dabbed on empty sheets
Jailing behind lines
Almost lost memories
What a perfect sublime
Ink and pages
Of almost forgotten memories.
A short pencil is better than a long memory
Karly Codr Jul 14
I don't remember the last time
I was able to write.

Words flowing on the pages,
Page after
                Page after
                                Page after
                                                 page.

Words that I can relate to
Figures of myself,
Painted into the lives
Of characters,
Made to represent who I
Would like to be
Guys, I started writing again! Like stories! And the characters aren't depressed! I think I might finally be getting better!
Karly Codr Jun 6
books set my expectations so high
and people can never live up to them
maybe this is why i have depression?
i should stop reading
i whisper as i turn the page of my book
but without books
who would i be
Seriously, Books are damaging my mental health but it's fine because I love reading
You can't ever write forcefully,
until it comes naturally.
It comes with hunger,
when your mind is tired and crossing out
every single thing  because it wants to feed something.
This hunger can turn sentences
into paragraphs,
and that's when you get full,
when your see your pages get full.

- Cadence Aurora
How can you read
a history book
With all the blood
on the pages?
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