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V Aug 2017
Walls have ears,
Doors have eyes,
Trees have voices,
Beasts tell lies;
Beware the rain,
Beware the snow,
And beware the man you think you know.
I don't know whether my illness is a blessing or a curse...
R.I.P
talia b Aug 2017
maybe i did something wrong or maybe it isn't about me at all
but i just didn't want to lose you this time. you, my maybe.
you, my almost.
micropoem, late in the night

poetry ig: raggedhearts
poetry on twt: @softgum_/@corpsehearts
moquino Aug 2017
should stars like tears
fall to my feet,
i shall look up for damage done,
for eyes like mine
from which beauty may shine
simply seem to know none.
Scarlet Niamh Aug 2017
This is a second sky, where blue rises
above all else with lucrative secrecy
and darkness lurks beneath the clouds,
a universe where the atmosphere
is the darkest black and space
is the purest of blues. This is an unknown
place where fear and dominance rule
all that was once considered 'normal',
something you can no longer have
when the satellites turn their eyes
on you. Everything real becomes fake,
everything right is wrong,
and all you know
is that you know nothing
and they know everything. The hidden,
black, forgotten web of constellations
spelt out in dusts of white across
the blue night, where the featureless
omens of this reality circle
with crooked, evil wit,
is pulling me in with its charm.
Now, I am yet another fly
caught in the tides of this spider,
doomed to drown in silk.
~~ Solar System, 8/10 ~~
Kurtis Aug 2017
Im only upset because you're taking it much too personally
You're setting your expectations down and legitimately
Expecting them from me.
Dont you think i ever wanted you to say certain things in certain situations?
That i wish you'd tell me specific things in a few particular conversations.
And i know promised you i'd be kind,
But keep in mind
That promises were made to be broken
Thats why the word exists.
Why are you like this?
You're so selfish.
You're wanting too much from one person
You want words that come out made of pure golden sweetness.
You want the scenario to go as perfectly well as you planned in your head.
So inconsiderate, then you have the audacity to tell me you're crying in your bed.
So ungrateful for all that you're given.
At times like these i dont feel like im livin'
I feel like im wasting my time.
Still not naming them.
Kurtis Aug 2017
Kinda ***** it had to come to this,
I wish we could have just been able to coexist,
That you would be able to calm this cynical idealist.
I was talking, but you never heard,
Even when the subject reccured.
The topic was that i was unhappy with all that was happening,
And everything was fracturing.

Segments of unnecessary pain suddenly appeared,
And it was everything i feared.
The person i didn't want to be again
Was hear to put an end
To all that I've built
Only to later leave and leave me with guilt.

And now look at me.
Im just unsightly.
I have no value,
Not to anyone, not to you.
A horizon that will never be expanded,
Nor ever added.
So enigmatic,
And yet so frantic.



Don't panic
Still not naming them.
Kurtis Aug 2017
And with these nomadic emotions
You'll alas realize the notion
That all along
My heart was a vagabond.
It was never meant for you
if im speaking the truth.
It was only a matter of time
Before i shattered your heart and you overused mine
Before i stepped outta line and you got drunk on wine and we both said we were fine.
So I drink some *****
Because we all know it soothes,
Just drinkin away my sorrows
And saving my problems for tomorrow,
But wait i dont drink
So i just stay up all night and let it sink.
Yeah, for your sake
I go through this heartache,
Thinking about how you dont hold my hand as tight as i hold yours
Thinking about what ive done wrong and what ive done right,
Thinkin about how i want buy so much for you so i do these hazardous chores.

You're dwindling my hopes ***..
And im pretending like im having fun
But im crying every night when i think about your skin
How you think you dont fit in
Or your pretty brown eyes
How afraid i am when you talk to guys
How im causing you so much stress
And i just wanna see you at your best.
But im just dragging you down
Yeah, im the cause of that frown
Im cause of those tears
Im adding to your fears.

Then boom, day comes and im so kind
Keeping all i want to say in mind.
Im not good enough
Im no use
Im not needed
Its my love you can refuse.
Leave me if you need to
Ill be waiting
Its okay if you make me feel blue
Its my love thats fading.

You make me feel alone
But when im around you i feel at home.
You make me cry
And for all the hard work i put into trying to make you feel better, i only get an exasperated sigh.
Im stuck with knowing im lovin' you a LOT more than you're lovin me
And Im just trying to set myself free
Trying to get my mind and heart to LEAVE ME BE.

Would it be okay if i said i was tired of pretending that im happy?
That youre the reason im feeling ******?
That im feeling so empty inside
And yet so occupied.
Would it be okay... if for once. I cried.
That i could show that side...
Without ruining your day
And having you shew my problems away.

Would that be considered selfish..?


Oh ****. i accidentally expressed myself.
Im sorry
Im sorry.
Im sorry..
Im sorry...
Yeah... Im sorry
I dislike titling my poems.
Nadia Aug 2017
Some people live their life suspicious of everyone around them
Of being attacked with no reason
That's paranoia
However some people
They feel at home in the middle of an unknown crowed
Think the best of every stranger
But as soon as a friend missed a call
Or replies to a text too late
Or looks the other way
That unexplainable feeling
Couldn't possibly be paranoia
Tyler Matthew Aug 2017
Crescent moon hangs
like a dagger -
sharp, silver, gleaming.
Screaming at shadows,
it catches my eye
and I cry
and I cry
and I cry.
Quick write
nina Jul 2017
his bags were packed & ready to go
but his clothes still hung in the closet.
he had his plane ticket tucked away
but he said he wouldn't be leaving yet.
he didn't care much to put in any effort
since he knew he'd be long gone soon.
careless about the messes he made
reminding himself "i leave at noon".
his body was there, laying on the bed
but his mind was ever so far away.
physically here, but had already left
unable to reverse our loves' decay.
i remember his bags were ready to go
months before he packed them.
i remember his feet had left me
weeks before he moved them.

for just a moment in your eyes
i swear, i felt the packing begin
i look at them now, unpacked & empty
& i pray they never get packed again.
{i pray you don't do what my ex did}
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