The calm after the storm
The waters have stilled
Time for reflection
Time to be filled

Too much time for some
Weighing heavily on their hands
A novel thing but unwelcome
As they wish they had more plans

Time together
Dramatic and fraught
Sped by, yes,
But them it overwrought

Yet they yearn for this time
As separated they are bereft
Unable to live apart
Unable thus to rest

The solution elusive
The outcome unknown
What to do for the best?
Best leave them alone.
Interlaced with each and every word you speak is an unseen arrogance.
Patronizing statements that send anger coursing throughout my fingertips.
You flaunt your beauty,
You flaunt your age,
You flaunt everything you know I lack.
Then, you have the have the nerve to attack me for my failing self-image.
You attack my insecurities with your vanity.
Turning the mirror into an even more dastardly object.
Sophia I Jun 21
Me, Blue and the Suit, crammed into a little waiting room.
The acid green wallpaper peels away in large pieces, and everyone itches to rip bits off.
It blends in nicely with the screaming red tiles.
A canvas dirtied by cigarette smoke hangs in a crevice,
A sunset scene that goes seen and unseen.
Blue has mousy hair and coughs quietly to herself every now and again.  She wears a blue trench coat and fussy little high heels that click idly against the floor.
Suit checks his tacky watch and bounces on the balls of his feet,
pinches his brow and yawns.
His hair is gelled back, spiky thorns, more like a member of a boy band than a businessman.
A window must be open, because a car alarm sounds outside,
startling at first. Briefly, everyone looks around at each other,
united in irritation and a strange sense of embarrassment.
Finally, it shuts off, and we return to our separate togetherness.
Inspired by the wonderful " The Lonely City" by Olivia Laing
Tøast May 4
How can he miss the moon, when she was snuffed out so long ago?
When her light burnt out and she crumbled into two,
Shining brighter in a different sky, than she ever could in mine.

Well my night-time walks will never be the same,
A paranoid insomniacs depressive escape, through anxious gaps in the galaxy, where we used to dance between stars and lay down on black holes.
Well now, it would seem, the night sky is nothing but darkness, where his heart may beat but his mind just hurts.
Azuraine Apr 7
You will heal in time they say
Minutes pass  
They pass into mass
I don’t want this time
Minutes take time
They steal space
I don’t want this time
Time heals all wounds they say
Minutes steal passion
They steal unity
I don’t want this time
Minutes are more painful than hours
More painful than days
More painful than weeks
Minutes are killing me
I don’t want this time
At the end
They both analyze
What doesn’t worked
Before they get separated

They talked, professionally
They smiled, professionally
They stayed together, professionally
Mutually respect, professionally

It was a deal
With technical terms and conditions
Staying skeptic
With many,
If / when / but / besides

All their life,
They behave as the professionals

I never heard them, adore
Saying special
Saying extraordinary
They are the professionals

The both

Soul was missing
From the very beginning
All the way

They are the individuals
They are the professionals

For the best,
They stepped on their own

Genre: Observational
Theme: truth of life  |  why small things matter
LJ Mar 22
Empty room and I’m the first to walk in
Great opportunity you would think to make conversation
And where to sit is the anticipation
I sit on one end of the room
And they all fill up from the other
While making uncomfortable eye contact
Unaware of how that will make an impact
I might as well of sat in a box
And kept an eye on the clock
Because then I wouldn’t of noticed that no one wants to take notice
Of someone who you constantly ignore
Should I create an uproar
As you continue to be ignorant
But that would just be so inconvenient
A disruption to my learning
And I will not be that stereotypical black person plus
If you really wanted to you would of made an effort on several different occasions
When I would give a gentle smile and it was just put to the side a classic daily evasion
Just goes to show that not everyone is included in inclusion
Especially in an enclosed room
You would rather keep your distance showing a clear separation
I thought they put an end to an apartheid But there was a clear partition
Because i ended up sitting on my own
in a class full of white people making me feel like I don’t belong and alone
SoZaka Mar 10
down in the depths
grimly it glows
amidst weeping willows
and a pond of minnows
love dimmed by sorrow and time apart

eternally it glows
amidst weeping willows
and time lost in thought
a dream I've yet to catch
amongst all the
minnows I've caught
The day I stop wishing for you to back to me,
Is the day you’ll actually return.
but by then I’ll already have moved on.
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