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Lunarsarray Jul 17
Sit with it, a moth ball grown with salty remarks, take a deep breath to compose yourself and nuture their sore ideas of you ,hoard open wounds to leverage over morality

Soaring these words,you engraved on my skin , soon to sail these waves of malignance that boil in me, consequence is nothing but the bittersweet aftertaste of dark chocolate for the excruciating torture i'll inflict onto you will bring an end to my cold sweats

these aren't inchoate feelings but spawns of postponed smiles. Now, how do i drive them into suicide
1DNA Jun 29
They love and lose,
    I have no
love to choose.

They fall,
    and feel it all —

I
 fall,
      and
        don’t
          feel
        ­    at
              all.



They don't talk
     'cause they don't.
I don't talk
     'cause they won't —
        hear me...

          they won't
            see me.



They love me as a friend
    But
      I play pretend.

They blame it’s
   their fault —
        but I know it’s
          not —
              'cause it’s

me.
    I’m my own
        burdening.



Though I silently hope
    they'll carry
       all my weight.

I know it might hurt,
        but
                                      I just want a
              break —

Still, I’ll stay
      I’ll help you
         through the day
.



They see

    a hero
         through their eyes,

but I made myself

      a villain
         deep inside.

Heroes
    don’t save
       their foes.

Plus —

    they don’t really know
         what’s hidden

                  below.
My internal conflict of random fragmented thoughts
Aphrodite Jun 20
Love is a whirlwind
Creating a path I can't win
A hurricane force leaving me bleeding
From the debris, forced upon my skin
Preferring the gentle breeze
Of a tease
Please
Don't judge me by my winds
Or by my words
My predictions, in my verse
Name me after the lady in a category
The first of the year
Aphrodite is coming
Prepare
Starting to storm
Maria Etre Apr 14
In the stir
of the moment
we diluted

When things
settled
we separated
Ankush Mar 16
They ask,
How can I live?

And say,
They could not.

I laugh
and they laugh along.

Some days after,
They ask again,
How can I survive?

And say,
They wouldn't be able to.

I laugh again,
So they laugh along.

Now I ask myself,
How cursed am I?
& I let myself
Cry.

And when they ask again,
I just smile.
When I was 6 , my family found out that I have a disease called celiac disease or for short gluten/ wheat allergy , so basically I can't eat anything made from wheat , my lifestyle and diet is very different from those in my country, I am cut off from eating every thing outside.
So for ten years I have been constantly asked by my friends , cousins and sometimes very close friends , they joke , they ask , they pity , they sympathise , and they ask how can I live.
I don't know if it should have been me more tough to laugh and laugh again on the same question over and over again.
Evie Feb 9
In the heart of a tempest, where shadows collide,  
A storm brews with secrets, where dark feelings hide.  
The sky shatters open, with a roar so profound,  
Each clap of the thunder, a truth that resounds.  

Beneath the turmoil, a whisper takes flight,  
Of love lost to echoes, swallowed by night.  
Like lightning that dances, ephemeral, bright,  
It pierces the silence, revealing the plight.  

In the stillness that lingers, I bear all the weight,  
Memories crash like waves, a fierce, unkind fate.  
Your laughter, a melody, now echoes with pain,  
I chase fleeting shadows, but they fall like the rain.  

The moments we cherished, now ghosts in the mist,  
A tapestry woven, yet frayed at the wrist.  
The colors of joy fade, replaced by the gray,  
As thunder rolls louder, drowning love’s sway.  

But in the eye of the storm, a flicker ignites,  
A promise of dawn, as the darkness takes flight.  
Hope whispers softly, through the crack of the sky,  
Each bolt of the lightning, a reason to try.  

Though tears may cascade, like rivers unbound,  
In the chaos of longing, new strength can be found.  
For every heart shattered, like glass in the rain,  
Can rise from the ashes, and learn how to gain.  

Desire swells boldly, a fire in the night,  
A wild, untamed passion, that sets hearts alight.  
In the chaos of feelings, we learn to embrace,  
The beauty of longing, the thrill of the chase.  

Each heartbeat a thunderclap, a drum in the dark,  
A symphony raging, igniting the spark.  
We dance through the tempest, with fervor and grace,  
As lightning strikes twice, in love’s tender embrace.  

Yet pain weaves its thread, through the fabric of time,  
A haunting reminder, like a lost nursery rhyme.  
The ghosts of the choices we yearn to forget,  
Haunt the corners of dreams, a familiar regret.  

The thunder reminds me of nights filled with tears,  
Each flash of remembrance, a mirror of fears.  
But what if the storm could wash clean the slate?  
What if lightning brings forth a new kind of fate?  

As the tempest subsides, and the clouds drift away,  
A soft, gentle breeze brings a promise of day.  
The sky wears a blush, painted gold by the sun,  
And the battles of heartache, at last, feel like fun.  

For storms teach us lessons, that sunshine can't hold,  
In the chaos, we gather our stories retold.  
With every dark moment, the thunderous call,  
We learn how to rise, how to stand proud and tall.  

Now, in the aftermath, with each drop of rain,  
I find solace in knowing, that joy follows pain.  
With arms open wide, I embrace what’s to come,  
In the thunder and lightning, my heart has found home.  

So let the storms gather, let the tempests arise,  
For love is a power that never truly dies.  
In the dance of the thunder, and the flash of the light,  
I’ll embrace every hue, in this whirlwind of night.  

For through all the heartache, the laughter, the tears,  
I find in the storm, the beauty of years.  
In thunder and lightning, I hear love’s sweet refrain,  
A symphony of feelings, like sunshine after rain.  

So here’s to the storms, and the thunderous might,  
To the lightning that strikes, illuminating the night.  
For every tempest that rages, every heart that it stings,  
Is a chance for rebirth, and the hope that it brings.  

In the whirlwind of feelings, where heartache may reign,  
I’ll dance through the chaos, through joy and through pain.  
For the thunder and lightning, they sing of my soul,  
A testament of love, that forever makes me whole.
dead poet Feb 1
desperation grips
the mind, hell-bent on treason;
the devil grins, proud.
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