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She Writes Jun 2018
Tonight I am drowning
Waves of missing you
Crashing all around me
My swirling current of thoughts
Pulls me under
Lost in a sea of tears
Longing to see your lighthouse
To guide me back to safety
Waffles Jun 2018
I'm safe here
My past is not It's full of you.
Tainted. Sad. Unfair.
I liked those memories.
I held them close
I did not see I was being deceived
By you. By me.

Examples of this pulse through these memories
And it sticks to my chest and my hands as I try to push them away.
No, OK? NO.
You will not take these memories away from me.
I will not rid myself of them
They are mine as much as yours.
And I don't know what I'm doing or saying
But I do know.

I'm safe here
And so is my future.
It's void of you
Except in memory.

And you may say it doesn't have to be this way
And you may say this is an overreaction
And you may be right
But why would I put my future memories in jeopardy?
Your endorphin dose, no matter how strong is not worth
The risk. The pain.
I'd rather error on the side of caution
Because what am I losing? The love of a friend?
I never had that anyways.

And you may say that our relationship is different
You may say "I'm trying to change! I need you!"
And I'll say "good luck."
And mean it. And walk away.

And you may say that you don't care
And I'm prepared to never know if that is true.
Cardboard-Jones Jun 2018
Head on my pillow,
Wishing you could
Come visit my nightmares.
Change them into dreamscapes.

My mind’s an ocean.
It’s crashing the shore.
Floating on my memories.
I’m drifting away, away.

Head on my pillow.
I need you to
Come visit when I sleep.
Nightmares into dreamscapes.
awknight Jun 2018
I guess
after all
we are all afraid
of the depths

being pulled under
into darkness
by the force
of tides

without any rescue

and I guess safety
is found in the
eyes of your lover
as you find
they are the thing
pulling you down
in to their arms
— in to love.
mindmatter Jun 2018
strings turned to wire
not even fire
can break them apart
her hands can’t break
her words can’t shake
the love we share
I drift away
asking for help when I pray
the wires bring me back to you
she kicks and screams
she brings me to my knees
I rise to feel your heart
the air echos with temptation
reminding me of expectations
that she made for me
I close my eyes
I remember I only fight
to keep you close
my life yearns for peace
to stay rooted like the trees
keeping upright as she whispers
my hand grabs yours
so my soul is secure
with you there’s no defeat
I lay down my head
thankful that I’m not dead
like I once wished for
because tomorrow will bring
new views of angel wings
you carry to fly high
I never want to miss
another moment of bliss
just you, me, and the moon
her name still haunts
her touch always taunts
but she’s not you
and you are all I’ll ever need
I used to admire you
Now I can do nothing
Nothing but fear you
Every time I ask
I fear you'll Snap

I fear your slaps
I fear your screams
I fear your eyes
I fear your presence
I fear your hands
I fear your advance
I fear your words
I fear your arms
I fear you'll **** me
I fear I will
**** you
**** me
**** us
**** both
Louisa Coller Jun 2018
I walked into the new room of my home,
the painted trees guided me towards my bed,
I lay down looking up to the ceiling smiling,
the dark walls are painted in white.
A somewhat attempt of an epigram? It may have not been the best, a lot of them do revolve around satire, however I wanted to go with the smart approach and show how the change in a room’s appearance can really help your state.

My room used to be dark. I used to have walls that were essentially dark brown (painted), dark curtains and pretty much a lot of dark tones. Recently, we revamped the whole room and painted it white. I came to notice how the white room gave me such positive energy, it made me feel quite happy, awake and overall gave a feeling of comfort.

I always saw trees as a comfort since a child. When I wasn’t talking to others, I would be nearby trees almost just examining them, staring at the leaves, the shapes... I was a bit of an oddball, but it was a huge comfort. I even had one tree I would leave little flowers around and notes. So yes, essentially even at one point I had a favourite tree. It was a willow, by the way.

So trees have always given me a sense of hope, freedom and love. So having painted trees on your walls, can have the feeling you are in a little forest happy as can be.

White, black and red have always been favourites of mine throughout life – Most likely because of Snow White but, I also just admired the colour-scheme. Even in make-up I would wear my light foundation, red lips and the black eyeliner. I feel geisha make-up partly inspired this.

In reality, my bed is almost like a comfort zone. It’s not bad to have breaks to lay down. When you have moments you need to cool-off or relax, a bed is a good comfort – maybe short-term, but not long-term of course. I am hoping to aim to try and get out a little more. It’s a big step for a sheltered individual like myself, but I know it’d be better in the long-run.
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