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Sometimes I doubt
If I truly loved them
As much as
I could have.

But I know I did—
These tears are proof.
Azaria 6d
If you pay the price,
you may reap what hides—
there’s a secret garden nobody knows.

You go driving ’round,
look in, but never enter.
If you’ve got a hammer and a vase,
you can take what’s hers.

She’ll lead you down the path
that you never let one in yourself.
Hopes of being heard—
he never truly will.
In her words, his mind,
forever at risk, yet still yearns.

There’s everything you want, everything you need.
His second nature: restraint—

always is, and ever will be.
If you don’t take her hand,
what else have you got?
But those daisy chains of empty thoughts—

it’s all slipped away.

And time sits upon him on her bench,
his mind wanders,
with the stars as they trail along, behind another,
like a queue of his thoughts,
and once again, blocked,
from what is his—
a chance lost in the haze, as he watches her walk away.

And there he stands,
still-
in her secret garden.
Which once was,
what he could have been
This is inspired by the song 'Secret Garden' by Bruce Sprinsteen, I built off a few lines from the song
You won't notice when you hug your mom goodnight for the last time
When you start going to bed soundlessly
You won't notice the last time your dad picks you up and carries you in his arms
You won't notice when you stop liking coloring and cartoons and focus on make up and drama
You won't notice the last time you and your best friend stop talking about an inside joke
You won't notice the last time you see your dogs big puppy eyes
You'll be too busy focusing on school and friends and love
Though you won't know true love
You'll be too focused on a job you hate instead of one you really want to do
You'll be too focused on money or how you look or what others think of you
Until you have nothing to do
Then you'll wish you had noticed all those last times
Made more of the firsts.
I will lose all that I am,
I will lose all that I desire
Because that's what runners do
They run after they start the fire
And maybe I am walking now
But that doesn't change the past
I set the house on fire and
I can't expect you standing there when I walk back
But still I'll pace around the wreckage-
Searching for glimpses of you
And all I'll find is smoke and fire- you loved me, I punished you
I'll take the time to rebuild and maybe you'll circle back, I won't expect you stay but maybe you'll visit the girl who left fire in her tracks
Kushal Jun 8
I miss you.

When the world moves slow enough to breathe,
My thoughts wander back to you.
To fight back would be to defy the tides.

Faced with myself irrefutably
The image of my heart
The reflection of my failure

An eternity I left uncherished
For a moment... of ... something.
I miss you.
i miss you...
Kalliope Jun 8
If you're a fish,
I'm a boat—
slowly polluting your life.

At first, you swim close,
and I admire your scales,
your curious nature.

But you're a fish,
and I'm a boat.
Boats often hold fishermen.

You're a beautiful fish,
with shimmering scales,
and you swim this ocean so free.

Maybe you'd have had
a beautiful fish life
if you'd never come across me.

You're a fish out of water.
And I'm a boat.
If you're a fish, I want to be a fish
I dont want to be a boat
Kyle Kulseth Jun 8
Leak into another night
     I am dead mechanical
Cut black lines into my skin
     Tattoo me with asphalt
Touch my face one time--kiss me goodbye with an insult
          I'm just fading tail lights
          It isn't my fault.

               Your fingertips are tracing something...
         And my reddened eyes are craving something...
     Some might hope for for the weather's improvement,
                        but, me?, I'm hard in love
                        with the cold front that's
                                     moving in.

Let me crawl across the sky--
     a skull coated in red wine.
The Titan's getting tipsy.
     I'm at home in the sweating night.
Cracked my ribs one time, kissing asphalt on Orange Street
          Then I had to stand up
                    screaming
      after sweating through sheets!

                My memory surrendered something...
            Your frozen face was mending something...
        Might have hoped for condition's improvement,
                        but, me?, I'm hard in love
                           with my aching--that's
                                     all I am.

Dead Mechanical
     Romanticize it.
Dead Mechanical
     I can't eclipse it!
Make me fiction, or ***** my fingertips.
     Let me lie. I am Dead Mechanical.
Fell in love with having nothing better to do than hate ourselves. Is it any wonder we hate each other, too?
Yashkrit Ray Jun 8
Remembering the shadows
Staring at the footprints left behind,
All through the journey—
A heart filled with regrets,
And eyes pouring futility.

Can’t blame the seasons,
No use cursing the mirror.
Life’s been falling like a dried leaf,
And the mind is filled with chaos.

Still, there’s a calmness in the silence,
And regrets hold a deeper meaning.
Fallen leaves enrich the soil—
Where new life begins.
Jeremy Betts Jun 5
I sit and rot
Wishing I could turn back the clock
A thief in a thought
With a litany of failures to mock

©2025
Cadmus Jun 5
🚪

Tell those latecomers,
they are too late.

No longer welcome.

The longing that once burned for them,
now sleeps in ashes they cannot revive.

Even beauty,
once able to undo me,
now passes by,
unseen,
untouched.

For what fails to arrive when it’s needed,
doesn’t arrive at all.

Excessive waiting takes its toll,
and the loss is permanent.

⌛️
Some doors don’t slam… they simply stop opening.
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