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JRF 7d
I'll remember the time,
When your words and smile,
Made me new.

It makes my chest sink,
In agony of what could have been.
A love I wanted to give,
That fell, pointlessly.

I still fell for her,
Even when she told me not to.

I'll remember the time,
When the words that escaped my lips,
felt like the perfect me.
Now only letters remind me of her voice,
Poetry for me.

When every word I used was for her,
And they ran out.
A drift of space,
A burning drought.

I'll remember the time,
When I told myself to stop writing about you.
If you feel something for someone, tell them.
Loose
lips
  sink   ships.
Just a little something that I read in a book...
Kai Schultz Jan 22
Last I checked the sink
Hadn't been full of water, overflowing
but now I see
the faucet is running because he left it on.
I dunno. This one is kinda vague.
How clean is clean
when the cleaning began
from the floor of a sunken ship?
Barnacles grace the walls in the place
of family, or a familiar face.

When filth is a given, and given
in projection to the overtly empathetic
as a matter of course, why implore?

Because you don't implore,
you explore as an entity
reaching for a meaning.

The question becomes,
do you fight, or do you invite
the coming cessation?

Even with a gun, and a view to ****,
the power the bullet affords
would surely fail to thrill you.
The best charlatans paint your hands red,
as you're sleeping in bed, preemptively.

Let the liars lie, let the builders connive.
Uninterrupted access to their own confines.
To Narcissus, the cool nod is colder than the knife.

Let the liars lie, let the builders connive.
When the company you keep requires the sacrifice
of your authenticity and your reality, just leave.

It'll never get good. It'll never get great.
It'll never be worth the investment.
Shofi Ahmed Jan 15
The lost mirror sunk down the sea
gone beneath the abyss no eye can see.
That doesn't stop the moon melting
over the water in a waxing spree!
Devin Ortiz Jan 2
Another year passes.
An arbitrary collective delusion.
Another year of promises.
Words write themselves some days.
Others, require a show of force.
This spectrum grows day by day.
Business and pleasure.
Business brings consistency.
Pleasure brings creativity.
Drown in expectations or,
Suffer in idle waters.
I seek balance.
I see it on the horizon.
lowkeymorns Dec 2018
The waters shift.
The boat then sways.
Casting riffs,
On the waters stage.

Oars crash!
Disrupting the play.
The dance now dramatic,
A ballet of rage.

The boat tips,
Waves turn the page.
Darken the water.
The ****** is grave.

breath deep,
lungs give way.
This water's depth,
could not be gauged

A drop let falls,
From Oars now still.
It greets the water,
Letting ripples shrill.

sink to the bottom
Embracing waters fill.
A forgotten story,
Of the droplet spill
Riley Cartwright Dec 2018
Why
weren't
you
there
before?
To stop
the floods.
To stop the
rising waters.
To pull me ashore.
To rip the
stinging urchins
from my feet.
To keep
me from
drowning.
To make sure
we didn't become attached.
Why were you there in the first place?
Riley Cartwright Dec 2018
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