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-elise- Dec 2019
i was crying earlier,
again.

we talk into each other’s eyes.

        suddenly you
        reach out &
                         c  
                         a    
                         t  
                         c
                         h
                          as it
                               f a l l s

hold it against my cheek.
your fingers are rough and wet -

& i become full as a droplet of
                                              r a i n.
Axel Nov 2019
-
When the thunder passed
its negative charges,
it went right in me
and now I live with it.
As I grow old, I realised that I tend to plant my flowers without even watering them but I know they're going to withered and I still do it anyway.

I grow old and I see things in different perspectives, I see fire as water, smoke as fog, summer as winter, and I promised I have fought and now I feel down, very down, like an ocean-deep-down but who gives a **** anyway.
i live with it
Tom Nov 2019
HK
lay those bricks on the ground
protect what you hold dear
drown in the sound
so quiet you cannot hear

city birds they run free
from cages of metal and rising smoke
but my brothers next to me
take a breath only to choke

there is nothing we can do
but we can only try
say it over again till it rings true
'this city will never die'
My girl is currently stuck in HK and I am counting the days until she is with me again.
Guden Nov 2019
A tiny breeze
Cleans the stagnant air
Around my bedroom.
I thank the gods
Nobody comes closer to me,
So they cannot smell
The stench of *****,
Unwashed masses of hair.
A breeze that brings
The smell of tear gas,
I sense the protesters
Didn’t want to leave.
Now the smell
Of live death
Fades away
Mixed with scents
Of freedom and dignity.
I wish I was there
I used to be clean,
I used to move around,
When routines kept me going
Instead of being petrified
By the following day;
I used to be useful
Or so I’ve heard.
Makayla Jordan Nov 2019
note to self
do not let him too deep in your heart
because he will steal your grandmas china
and runoff with the key.
Siti Asmida Sep 2019
TEARS. Things that always happen to others including me.

Every one can cry, I too can cry. But when my tears dry. I can only make out the sound and no more tears.

Cry can make you stress. No! Cry can make you feel better. Witch one is true? The answer is, "everybody has different opinions," yes. It seems so.

Alraight! We just have to CRY! CRY untill the tears DRY!!


By Siti Asmida
8 Sep. 2019
Self Important: Tears.
If you have something that you cannot express it from mouth.. You should drawing something.
Anastasia Sep 2019
the shadows of stars
sparkle on your face
mingling
with your tears
i want to kiss your cheeks
and tell you it's alright
and we whisper to each other
in the pale moonlight
Andra Sep 2019
let me

i want to be

me and you

so
stay the heck
here
and stop making me be afraid
that with every day that goes
you go as well.

i only want to trace itineraries on your forehead
and lose my dreams in your arms
and exhale wishes on the steamy window of your car
and cry green tears tasting of gin and tonic
which you will hold in the palms of your hands
and when you have no more room
you will hide them in jars
in the room at the back where there's always cold
because the heater doesn't work

i can't be like this if you are not here
and my cheeks tremble only when i feel your presence in the room

if you need the certainty
that i will be here when you come back
well then,
just so you know,
i will be
waiting
everyday
at our place
especially at 9.36am
and i will think about
how lovely would have been for you to kiss me then
but i will smile because
you were so
happy
that you didn't know what to do

stay here
don't make me ask you
again
I have written this years ago and have just re-discovered it... Funny how you learn from your old self.
Anastasia Aug 2019
dry
don't you hate it
when you want to cry
but you can't
because your eyes are too dry
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