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Ruheen Oct 2020
In the darkness
A hand reaches out
To pull you under
To drag you out
Or to just move closer
Until you drown
With your eyes closed
Sunken tears
Blinding light
It pierces
Your eyelids
To your eyes
You still see
The sunlight
Into the water
You jumped in
So in the darkness
You're floating
Sinking in further
Until a hand reaches out
Drags you out
Across the bank
And pretends to
Save you
But then jumps into
The water
And takes you with
Then you're just swimming
Till you're sunken.
I went swimming today.
chang cosido Aug 2020
this body will never know
that the sea surface
could also be  gentle and kind.
it will only know
the sea's hunger for
things it could claim.
but then again,maybe,
this body was not built
for such gentleness and kindness.
this body was made to sink.
it knows that sunken cities
dont kiss the ocean floor
in a haste.
it knows because
it has been doing it
for years,
- slow,passionate.
all those towering dreams
it spent on building
some unpaved asphalt roads,
some rooms full of strangers,
some quiet places,
some homes made with strength,
some little cosmos patches.
All drowning and sinking.
Just because
i was too afraid to swim.

//but maybe atlantis is a home for lost,hopeless people like me.
muteD May 2020
what a mess
in the flesh.
and i contest
you to confess
that i am in fact
a pest.
Written Feb. 15
Kayla Chappell Jul 2019
I don’t understand why
It hurts so bad inside.
Each word
He speaks
Is like a knife in my heart,
A stab in my back that makes me sting.

I don’t know why I ever let him inside.
Why I let him make me cry.
Why I let him into my safe zone
Let him into my sacred space;

I gave him the key to my gold
He scratched at it,
then spit it out at my face.

Not sure what hurts more than this,
Salty tears and puffy eyes
Trembling hands and despise.

To feel so ashamed for letting you see me,
Telling you my secrets like an open book
All i am is another story with no happy ending
I’ll never get naked for anyone again.

I wanted to feel safe and beautiful.
But now all i have is empty walls and endless thoughts.

He laughed and then he cried.
He regrets what he did
And now I have to pay the consequence.

Trying to go about my day, trying to forget the mess you made.
So I smile, I walk and talk like nothing ever happened,
But deep down the memories of watching you love someone else
Replays and replays through my head.

It’s sickening, can’t stop looping.
The sound is screeching, pounding.
it used to birds chirping,
Wanting to scream, nowhere to run.

But i keep quiet.
I’ve chosen to forgive, because I see you.

But forgetting is something, that I’m not capable to do.
So please forgive me, If I keep bringing up the past.
I promise you, The wound won’t always be this raw.
The scarcity of it won’t last.

Bare with me, baby. I ask.

People make mistakes and maybe all that was fate.
I tell myself everything happens for a reason; maybe the feeling will go away.

What a gruesome mess of salty tears forever strolling down my face.
I can never forget the pain.

Give and give
They will take and take..
Until you have nothing  left.
They will leave you with a jar, only full of your own tears and call it fate.

Making you feel like you’re the one who did this, you could’ve been better,
Prettier, brighter.
maybe smile a little bigger,
maybe be a little thinner.

I start to vanish

They will leave you stranded
In the realm of emptiness,

When i speak up, He tells me it’s my pride.
So i swallow my words.
I die.
I die.
I die.

He lies.
He lies.
He lies.

I cry, I cry, and I cry.
So pathetic and so disgusted.
The humiliation, to see i was so easily decepted.
I wanted to  believe that he did love me.
He was too blind to see.
All that unfolding in front of me.

I picked at my skin,
Screamed, cried and plead for him to come back to me.

I begged for his love and that’s what disgusts me.

I should have kicked you and her out, but i was too deep in my own sorrows without a doubt.
Wishing and hoping you’d come back home, into our sacred space

I wanted to hold your face against my soul and i hated myself for being so vulnerable.

Why would I want someone who used me like a puppet on a string.

Lets not forget if I stand up for myself, I’m a *****.

Forever astounded at the egoism.
Mislead and now pleading

Wondering where you went wrong
Wondering what you did to deserve this mess.

Feeling abused and despaired.
Was I a fool to think you would be there?

I could never stoop down to how you mistreated and disrespected my heart.
Nothing about that is art.

I’ve forgiven but the heart cannot forget what has wounded so deeply.

   You did nothing wrong sweet sweet girl, all you did was give your love to the world.
You can’t control how others abuse your heart. Don’t let their foolishness take away your heart.

Don’t dare let those dark shadows capture your pure form.

Be true to yourself,
especially if you are falling apart

Cause the world desperately needs more devotion and less promotion.

But remember
The ones who give away their hearts to a wicked spirit  
Usually end up, with sunken souls in the dark.

Be careful of whom you give your love.

For anyone who gives the time to read my poem completely, thank you. I wrote this about two years ago. As you can see, I was completely infatuated with someone who treated me like dirt.. I finally got past this point, and I realized, I didn't love him.. I loved the idea of him love me. And once I realized this sad truth, he owned my heart no more. Thankyou for reading again. Just a bit of my heart and tears poured out onto paper.
sadgirl May 2018
yr gun does not reach me,
so u make black boxes.
not like the ones lost at sea.
we all can be pretty at least once,
even with dangling nerves,
even with blood dribbling down our chins
we live in the sunken place.
try to stay awake, but it's too easy
to fall asleep.
i like to think i have wings.
cuz i swear, i swear they're somewhere on my back.
but maybe they took those too.
if we was still alive, while the swallowed us whole,
would we fight or flight?
i heard a story about one us of, who didn't drown.
i could touch the sun and fly with my not-wings
to a place better than this. can i drown

we all can be beautiful.
cuz i tried so hard
to make this place safe.
race and birds.
Mane Omsy Jul 2017
The things you murmured hit me with surprise
I exchanged glances with the devil in me
Can I admit I left you behind?
Rumours will **** for a beast like me to conquer
Your world was so innocent to me
Yet I traced the crimes inherited
I could ruin your sympathetic face
Sooner or later, people will know the truth
Hold with pressure, you've sunken in love
But I seek pleasure, don't you ever fall for it
Devin Ortiz Feb 2017
I wanted to go home, it felt like it had been ages
Having been on the road for so long.
But we stopped, because they insisted.
Two nameless faces within this dream.
"Let's get out, stretch our legs."
Begrudgingly I complied, approaching a bridge.
Down below a shimmering river of blue,
Ran silently along the banks we traversed.

This is the point where one thing, turns into another.
As I sifted through the steps and boulders beneath,
The world which was living around me, began to change.
Walls of high water rose, as I descended farther down.
And the two, who so boldly encouraged this adventure,
Left me alone to this vast maze of sunken wonder.

Exploring this labyrinth, brought me to a city
Fallen to the depths, hidden through dreams and fate
Along the perimeter as if bombarded stood a broken wall
It too, could not withstand the pressure of misfortune
Finding myself, at the bastion of this watery grave
I knocked on the swollen door, to find myself drowning
All the walls began to fall, as the river started to overtake me.
In a flash, gasping for air, I washed up on the quiet banks
With the Sunken City, ever existing in the memories of a dream.
Àŧùl Jan 2016
Sunken in the grim thoughts,
This mind goes adrift to Never Land,
Never never never land.

Stolen can't be sanity's token,
There I will not be even a day older,
Forever ever ever land.
My HP Poem #986
©Atul Kaushal
madrid Oct 2015
Still not awake
This corpse is pleading merces
But is yet to be given
I can hear these bones crackle
At every jolt, every spasm
They keep me asleep
These lullabies

This desolate throat
Delivers none but drought
Painful, but bearable still
These swollen eyes have never before
Felt this oppressed
How I wish they knew rest

This blade, above all
Transcends the screaming sting
*****, pang
These throes that tingle
Stay silent til the morn says so
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