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Mine eyes heavy
Twins aching in the skull
Indeed pretty
Yet of exhaustion they are full
Quick quatrain I made when tired.
DIPTI DHAKUL Mar 17
At the end of it all, what were we trading for?
A brain inside our skull, spending it for muck!
Cox Jul 2019
Feeling cold,
Feeling dead,
With nothing else but dirt beneath my head.

You fill my ground with seeds,
This was all that my world would need.
Slowly I feel them tangle,
Their roots start to mingle.

Flowers bloom and grow from my skull,
Further resting me in a peaceful lull.

Sunflowers, daisies and tulip buds,
Lay all around me brightening the mud.
Slowly, slowly my ground is beautiful once again.

Slowly, slowly my body is repaired,
But yet I am still questioning the when?

Wanting to live again just like them.
hear, hear
through your skull
stuffed with thick tears
clarity
Oskar Erikson Apr 2019
i burned into myself a way to remember your laugh
flushed cheeks that raised flags red to your eyebrows
skimmed over in the heat of thinking "this is it"
and it was
nothing more than the sounds of joy for milliseconds
that echoed for years in one's head
it was like the sea had flooded my cranial cavity
i was drowning cerebrally
Hunter Green Mar 2019
Into this cloud of canvas I could fall,
Shaping my emotions like treasures on the wall.
Like a deathly hunger I cannot ignore the roar,
It deafens with its deceiving grin,
So loud in silent reality,
So bright in dark decree.
Fleeting forests fountaining, feelings flourishing,
Sacred sunsets sadly singing salutations.
Nimble notes noticed near nassaus nothingness.
Is it evil that paints this mural of my heaven?
The paint on the inside of my skull never dries,
before another coat drenches the lofty skies.
btp Mar 2019
Crack my skull,
Feeling so dull,
I was feeling so full,
But now I lost it all,
I wish you would call,
But I know that I'm feeling so small,
I feel like I'm lost while I crawl,
I know that it isn't your fault,
You make me numb and yet feel so full,
Feeling so dull,
Cracking my skulI,
I want to hold your hands so I just hope I haven't lost it all.
s Willow Jan 2019
Candle
skull’s lit.
Wax
dripping
Teeth chattering.
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