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Syafie R Jan 15
MIB
Three Men in Black, cloaked in despair—

One fights the aliens that aren’t really there,
Their shapes distort, their voices deceive,
A battle unending, no chance to reprieve.

One hides his pain beneath the guise,
A silent scream behind his eyes.

One mourns the fallen, dressed in grief,
By graves that whisper no relief.

Three Men in Black, the same, the same,
Lost to shadows none can name.
Syafie R Jan 15
A whispered "love," a trembling plea,
Yet silence spreads like a raven’s decree.
The night devours, the stars recede,
Unspoken truths, a soul that bleeds.

Your lips unmoved, your gaze a tomb,
A frigid void, a lover’s doom.
I claw at shadows, a specter’s trace,
But find no warmth in your hollow embrace.

What lies ferment beneath your guise?
What poison rests in your deadened eyes?
I taste the ache, a bitter hymn,
The only sound—a distant "hmm."
Maria Jan 14
She
She never loved big noisy be-in
And always walked the streets in fast.
She never tried to hide herself.
But she was of an opened heart.

They thought she was as if an ice queen,
Puffed-up and only on her own.
It didn’t matter to her fully
And suited her in spite of all.

She never thought of their mind.
She simply lived with peace inside.
She loved to walk under umbrella.
It was her own uncaptioned guard.

She really loved her own loneliness.
She liked to feel herself apart.
The inner silence gave her calmness
And truth inside of her in fact.

Night was her just a single friend.
She loved to be all by herself.
She dreamed under the lights of lanterns.
No stamps, no people were no less.
This poem is about a woman, who loved loneliness and silence inside. Night was her real and single friend.
hsn Jan 14
topsy turvy truth
silent lips and shut teeth
sweat swells solemnly  

i beat around the bush

to find the peace of mind
that has fleed in a fearful frenzy
being too afraid to say the truth
Syafie R Jan 12
In the hush of your name, a storm is stilled,
A prayer, weightless as dusk fading to nothing.
You pour through my veins, dissolving into me,
A secret I've longed to keep.

Swallow me whole—consume my need,
Until silence is all, and our voices are gone.
I crave your stillness,
A balm that heals yet burns—
My anchor, though I float between breath and oblivion.

You cannot stay forever,
And I cannot breathe without you.
What is life but a flame too long held?
A flicker that burns and fades.
inthewater Jan 13
i spoke
and now i know
what i wondered long ago

i can't hide behind
that favorite line
the one i use to fantasize:

"what if I -"

speak and i am heartbroken.

----------------------------

"what if"

i hold my tongue and i never know?

i cannot say i'll never know
i broke my silence, not long ago

and my heart is broken
but at least i know,
which is better:

and it is to speak.
an answer is an answer, and i answered my own question on top of all of that.
Ayla Grey Jan 13
My brain operates like my messaging skills
Typed out my heart.
Deleted every word.
Forgotten.

I suppose I should cling to what I feel
But the moment they surface they feel
Too unreal
So I delete them from my head
Watch them until they're dead
Forget that it's ok to feel
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