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seer human Jul 2020
Behind the walls

The loneliness torments dim clouds, non stop heavy rains, and sufferings under deep oceans
Once a concealed masks flowered, bottom known as shallow captured shortness of smile
The blaze on spirited heart pressured itself, rope crawled on darkness, gripped and pants
A race among complexion turned into permanent scars was disputed into lingering trail

The soul kept on creeping out like dark secrets being confide
Billion of people drowning inside which wildly roared but helpless in coming tide
You, who veiled the whispers, endured battled fight under countless nights, yet tongue-tied
Streaming stories of variety faces was once upon a time, escaping into untold mysteries and hard to find
Ash Jul 2020
We bear the scars of fires

long burned out

And pray to ignite our own

to cast revenge upon the first
long time no see
Bei Aguilar Jul 2020
I wish I could tell you
all the things i want
without getting hurt
or crying

I wish I could express
how devastating it is
to hear those words
from you

I wish I could show you
all the scars i got
from the words
you threw at me

I can't escape
Àŧùl Jul 2020
We both are eager to meet,
How beautiful the day will be,
We can, right now only, imagine.
Let me inform you to avoid my scars,
Through my eyes, I offer a gateway,
A gateway to the brighter future.
Focus on my eyes, not the scars.
My HP Poem #1865
©Atul Kaushal
Leisha Dias Jul 2020
Tick-tock, tick-tock
The clock is ticking
Time is running out.

I stand here with a black robe and a scythe
Watching her battling her own demons
Crying but not shedding a tear
As I await to feed on another soul
She awaits to seek comfort in my arms.

There she stands
With arms wide open to embrace me
With a stool underneath her feet
And a rope around her neck
Agh...the cliched way of quitting
Disappointing me as there was no surprise.

The nooze...
Not so choking as her parent's expectations
Or those comments she got for those extra pounds
Not so suffocating as his kiss had left her
Or that bottle of beer and pack of cigarettes
That felt too strangling to let go of

I stand here watching her
Covered in wounds she did to herself
Seemed like her body was her canvas
Every scar, wound, bruise and cut
Had a story of it's own to narrate.

I see her struggling against her own mind
Crumbling down with each thought
I see it all in her dark deep eyes
Deep yet everything seemed eerily hollow
Those eyes showed no sign of regret
Not a hint of reluctance.

No! she wasn't weak, just tired...

And so I ask
How far do you think she's willing to go
I had my answer

As she kicked the stool and also her life
Pushing away the last bit of hope
The rope around her neck grew tighter
Her lips curled slightly
Into a hauntingly charming smile
Life flashed in front of her eyes
As she thought she could escape it all..

Tick- tock tic-hush!!....
Nagarjun Gopal Jul 2020
It doesn’t seem to fade
Nor ever cease to invade
you never care to confront
Nor ready to take the brunt

Bring that side of yours
Dipped in biting cold
numb and growing old
Running afar from life

Let those waves from the ocean
Which lost its way to the shore
tickle those buried emotions
Which never kissed your eyes

Hold that scar with grit
Feed thy love till it chokes
And being it back to life
Than it was ever before

While the scar seems to fade
Slowly comes the wound
The one you can feel
The one only you can heal
Its about those unhealed wounds which have turned to scars. A poetic attempt to take those scars back in time to the stage of wound and heal them with love!
Khyati Jul 2020
As the sun has started to set,
my hopes are heading back.
Some inevitable demons have started to take over my mind.
I can see everything fade.
Even my shadow has abandoned me.
I have never seen such abstract darkness.
I'm all alone inside my room.
I'm scared, but not scared enough
I ain't afraid of the darkness of the room,
but the darkness inside my very own head
My soul would soon start unleashing the ruthless pain
it went through, it'll soon demand answers.
Answers for why it can never be reassembled.
Answers to why it can' t be unscarred.
Answers to why it keeps on drowning in the ocean of deep pain
Answers to questions i can't even explain.
I'm afraid of being tortured by my own soul,
who seeks for those answers which I myself don't know
I'm afraid of being all alone, in such abstract darkness.
Cause the inevitable demons aren't unknown,
They are the screams of my very own scarred and broken soul.
Khyati Jul 2020
Some wounds can't be cured
by band-aids which cover.
In fact the abstractness of such scars,
can't be numbed
even by anaesthetic hangovers!
BHAVYA NAIK Jul 2020
A fall from the tired leaves
They look fresh and green.
Colourless, transparent droplets on sleeves.
The light is more so I cover it with a screen.

A 4 am call and shivering nausea.
Sore fingertips touching the light.
The glistening smile to give me the euphoria
of numb cold bump skin of a forgotten fight.

light and dark. light and dark. light and dark.
Words cross me, and I am not one.
A love that comes in waves and spark.
Then hides far away, hair in a bun.

Again the droplets fall off the leaves.
from the green and yellow and brown.
Colourless, transparent droplets on sleeves.
The light is more, so I cover it with a screen.
I am not myself anymore. I am what I want to be and I am what I do not want to be. Damaged.
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