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s y kalindara Aug 18
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.

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Marz Jun 2021
The Sun is setting but the heat keeps rising
And as the moon comes up I look for all the hope I'm not finding
I look for escape but there's only 2 left in the pack
I'm just so tempted to leave and promise I'm coming back
There's a stench Eminating from my home and it's not the trash
I'm drenched in fear, im not alone and it's spreading like a rash
There's only so much time left but I can't think fast enough
I'm under all this stress and heat but still not a diamond in the rough
We're getting evicted in 4 days really anything helps thank you
Man May 2021
are water on the rock
rust on iron
a match to nitroglycerin
it's love undeniable
minor indiscretions unbeknownst to you
picked apart
it's having someone reliable
to leave you stranded and alone in your moments dark
joy undescribable
when you're stabbed in the heart
FC Azaele May 2021
Master of Arts
The soul of mine, I cannot find!
I’m lost in the ocean, amongst crashing waves — I’m almost blind!
Mastering of Arts, I beg of you — let the fates be kind

I have been good, haven’t I?
I’ve fed my body well and kept my healthy veins —
... my mistake was that I hadn’t fed another
anything but grains —
But, I don’t understand? I too am a man!
with needs of my own, and I support a wealthy land!
I have wives that lay by me, I feed them well with my hand
Is that not enough for you master? Sight o’foreseeable! What comes of me now? too lay like a fish? I hope that comes by faster!

The waves ripple,
the water crashing by at my feet
I scatter away, frightened by the coming dribble
The sky was turning dark — an upcoming storm was to pass by, I had no shelter and nothing here to eat

My stomach growled, too loud of a sound
It had been awhile since it’d done that, I was always kept satisfied
Now, nothing’s here — not fishes nor ground
The sky roared, electrified
The storm was approaching too soon!
No blues, No light loomed
Overhead. Only the thundering boom.

Too much to bear! Too much too weigh!
Oh Master of Arts!
I’m sorry I hadn’t looked down the lanes!
I saw them too, Ah! They had been too frail and somber!
Starving all day!

Forgive me, Master! I won’t make another...
the seas are crashing courses with their waves,
Stronger each time, “I don’t have all day to be saved!”
But lightning struck, and I swore to keep my place in line
now isn’t the time to be a swine!

Selfishness is another seed to be taken, enough to make you blind
Master of Arts
I swear to you,
I’ll pay more mind
to the frail, aching bodies of the souls
in need
I have enough — I swear it! — to feed!

Master of Arts,
Let the fates be kind..
I swear I have changed, my mind, my acts, my scroll
Amidst all
I have realized
My role
Naeem Apr 2021
Rehearsed confessions they'll never hear
Single-file tears they'll never see
Panicked thoughts run wild
Anxious emotions that will never be free
Because after all there's nothing wrong with me
Wearing my flawless masks
Riddled with smiles that don't belong to me
And so all my answers remained the same
My entire life brought together in
automated responses
It's been a while but I've needed to write recently to let out some frustrations and this is what I came up with.
Andrew Layman Oct 2020
Eyes so gray
as storm clouds gather
and heaven looks away
the wind comes strong
and what is left of me
crashes against the rocks
the rest of me goes astray.
SomaSonata Aug 2020
Maximum threshold
The pain multiplied tenfold
It's raining outside

Shipwrecked and stranded
On the mast, wait for sunset
This goes on for days

Starving and marooned
Here comes forth a mighty swoon
Staring at the moon

Now comes a big wave
It could easily drown you
Sapped of your last strength

A bright light beams down
A helicopter above!
Deep breath, you've been found

Something isn't right
The copter is out of gas
Alas, it crashes

It was meant to be
The hands of fate decided
Both wash out to sea
Pax May 2020
If all these people hated me
will you hate me as well?

If all these people laugh at me
will you laugh with them?

If all these people left me stranded
will you leave me as well?

Well, everything is left unsaid
I hope someone knew
deep inside iM hurting myself

Sorry dramatic isn't it, sometimes this feelings comes and goes, i just want to put it out there like its nothing, like crying alone is a regular thing.. Sigh..
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