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It's 1 in the morning and I'm sheltering a shivering heart.
My head is resting on a pillow painted in watery blots.
Like lipstick stains and spilling coffee cups,
streaks of stubborn tears
stamp their trail down my cheeks,
and the lump in my throat thirsts for an answer to this question I repeat.

I see myself asking you it on the phone or on humming streets.
Where we are in this dream doesn't matter - we're always passing strangers with hungry eyes and a history.

And I try to pretend that I find it all pathetic,
that I would never again dare to retrace relics;
but I'd be lying through the gaps in my teeth
like I have been since 2019,
and that if I could, I'd pierce the play with a 'why didn't you love me?'

It's not a surprise that I wear my impulses on my sleeve;
but like crimson lights on wedding nights,
something stops me every time.
Is it an alarming cry?
Is it my unbreakable pride?
Is it because you left me stranded without telling me why?
I reach for resolutions like a daisy seeking light.

And I could keep circling until it's crystal clear
that my devotion is the underlying theme.
Flush the years and I'll still be here,
chasing conversations and certainty.

So say something anyhow,
haunt my dreams, infest my flesh,
a little more madness couldn't maim me now.
And as blue as I am,
I'll still be waiting,
for signs across this wasteland.
Find me in any form,
as a message in a bottle or a wandering ghost.
Who am I to look to the sky
and ask for more than your reply?

Copyright © 2022 by S. Y. Kalindara. All rights reserved
Still not over you. Last verse is partially inspired by wuthering heights.

(p.s. follow me on instagram, if you'd like to @sykmusings ♡)
selina Mar 22
seasons are changing
and miracles are coming
do you understand the signs?

(or do you misinterpret them
the same way that i do
every godforsaken time?)
nif Nov 2021
do not attempt any magic
when the full moon glow
during dark magic hour
powers are dull
we are already dealing with more than we can handle
so draw a bath
burn Palo Santo
Light a candle
and rest your precious soul
when the full moon glow
it will come
we will cleanse
it will go
it will leave our magic low
only to regrow
and overflow
until the next full moon glow

~take things slow
11/19/21 Lunar Eclipse in Taurus
Chelsea Rae Aug 2021
Such hot tears, that sizzle and evaporate
as they drip off the sides of hot cheeks.

Mist slowly rising off my shoulders,
out and off my head, and down my arms and legs.

Smokey fog swarming me from the humidity that begins to emit in the room from the heat.

Anger that boils blood
Now secreting through the skin
Through sweat and tears.

I clench my jaw, cemented shut, and squeeze my eyes tight.
Hoping to wring out all the pain and anger through the tear ducts.

Juice it to salty pulp.

Such hot tears pooled on top of burning cheeks.
Turning into hot springs.

One of the warmest things I have felt

In such a long time.
John McCafferty May 2021
The drops are so much deeper,
and the highs aren't high at all.
Ongoing expectant measures listed,
of these persistent calls to pressure.
To fill a frame that's drained,
when switching off is no longer an option.
Are these real problems or signs of age?

Before was easier, yesterday simpler,
but would the early days help to mould,
when you've already grown from there.
Late observations of missed play,
a rug pull calls out the fool to vacate.
As we're a little bitter in vain,
there's no sweetness today.
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
Ahmad Attr Apr 2021
Curse upon the day that divides us

Dear Sagittarius
You hit your mark right at my heart
Now I walk with one hand in my pocket
And the other one flailing out
Just so you could come and hold it

Dear Sagittarius
Now I walk closely with you
So you could put your arms on my shoulders
Now I keep looking at you
So just for a fraction of a second you can look into my eyes

Dear Sagittarius
I’m weak
Not even strong enough to write how weak
But my love for you Is strong
It’s like a force in itself

Dear Sagittarius
You don’t like the details
But I have written books about you
I write and I write, it’s never ending
For you are my art

Dear Sagittarius
I can’t sleep, you are being too loud
Or maybe amidst the deafening traffic of this city,
The barking dogs, and shouting men,
My ears can only seek out you voice
Laughing and jesting with your friends

Dear Sagittarius
I can’t be one of them
Your Leo, your Aries
I am a Capricorn, sun and moon
How can you love me like I love you
Give me a clue, lost, not sure what to do

Dear Sagittarius
I have tried everything
But silence between us two
Is like a chasm constantly expanding
How long before the tragic ending?

Dear Sagittarius
Talk to me, I’m right here
Call out my name, look at me
You broke your promised yet again, I fear
Maybe there is nothing for us to talk about

Dear Sagittarius
In all honesty
I’m jealous of you
And I’m jealous of your love
Because both of these things don’t belong to me

Curse upon the stars that divide us
Dear Sagittarius
Curse upon the day that divides us
Both born in the same month, Same week but divided by one day. And that rendered us to have different star signs. Such a small distance yet such a wide one at the same time.
Juhlhaus Apr 2021
The highway changes when you travel it
At different times,
In different seasons,
Weathers, road conditions, or decades.
The places you pass and your final destination
Will change entirely from year to year
Or day to night.
The highway will tell you totally different things,
The signs change from year to year
And day to night.

The sky goes dark, the lights come on,
Some letters are lost, and new meaning found.
A roadside motel becomes simply a "mote,"
There is vacancy where before
There was nothing at all,
Just an abandoned fruit stand, which by twilight
Becomes a small house—
The siding might be yellow or brown—
With dark curtains and neon signs
Proffering readings, psychic insights, an open palm.

The other night, I came to the end of the highway.
I would have crashed right through the barrier
But God or my survival instinct intervened,
And my journey continued
On a different highway altogether.
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