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Tryniti Jun 20
I wish I knew what you were thinking
It's killing me to be so unclear
Never able to catch up, I'm sinking
In a sea of gray, and you're nowhere near

Grabbing desperately at clouds
That were only ever in my head
Pleading, wishing, shouting out loud
Wishing to be natant - I can only tread

Won't you shed a little light?
The waters are deep and I cannot swim..
Won't you tell me if I'm right?
Aching all over, my chances look slim

Don't you know I need a little rest?
You've grabbed my heart, left your mark
And even when I'm trying my best..
Don't you know I'm afraid of the dark?
Written 1.25.2020
Empress Asa Apr 15
I have another weird dream..
But I'll keep this secret..
This is not well expressed..

Maybe for me, for you, for him..
Maybe for my family, yours or him..

I can't ask you, coz you are silent..
I can't ask him, coz my limit..

This is unclear dream..
chitragupta Mar 1
It's been a while
since I've felt her felt tip
scratch through the surface
Deep into my soul
to take me out of hiding

-x-

I remember how we parted
I regret not saying goodbye
And in a text back to a midnight apology
She had promised that she would write

She left an empty canvas
and a naive head full of dreams
and thoughts she never coloured
that festered deep within

I tried to draw her contours,
the little hat she used to wear
and beneath it, to recollect
the texture of her hair

But her pencils betray me
They don't want me to tell her tale
or mine if ever I was part of it
So I chose these words instead

Reams of paper in my cabinet
Meant for her delicate brushes
Black and blue stains of poetry adorn them
Like scars of sin on skin, permanent.

A million Gods to pray to
You'd think I was spoilt for choice
For my devotion was never aimed at them,
perhaps they do not heed my voice

-x-

It's been a while
since I've felt a felt tip
scratch through the surface
That provoked my senses
to come start fighting

I'm hanging on.. I'm hanging on..
But for how long?
The mind is fragile. Thoughts start yet do not finish before others come take their place.
It's chaos.
It's wonderful.

But just not as wonderful as she.
Siren Nov 2019
This clouded mass
                        mess
seems stuck
in my head
riddling my thoughts
Annie Oct 2019
The weight of your head,
like the whole globe on your shoulders,
the world on one neck,
the ache of one body.

I’m tired, like all of the stress simply sits on my dreams

while I’m trying to sleep it away,
but I don’t get a break-
not even one day.

At least the bowl isn’t red anymore,
at least the sun is alight.
But I’ve ached for a year now, and it’s still so unclear how
I will heal, or if ever I will.

Keep sunny, keep yellow,
like the lilies in bloom
which sit on the drawers
at the end of my room.

The weight of my head,
like the whole globe on my shoulders,
the world on one neck,
the ache of one body.
Hemlata Roy Aug 2019
The hope, that I am hoping is so unclear
The mirage that I am seeing is not here.

This is a hope or this is a mirage,  I can not recognise
Hope is nothing as it seems, Is this all are lies?

But hopes are unbreakable!
Hopes are just unbreakable!
Do you afraid of hoping? Very rarely hope comes true so what one goes another comes and it is not necessary that every time you have to be disappointed. This time you won't be disappointed just hope!
marc rios Mar 2019
Vague, a word used for uncertainity
Vague, a word used for unclarity
Vague, a word used for your sincerity

You know why your sincerity?
Because your love for me is uncertain
Even a telescope cant see it clearly
For it possess so much unclarity

You should accept me
Not because i accept you
Accept me
Because you accept me

Love me
Not because i love you
Love me
Because you love me
Amanda Francis Feb 2019
Loving you is making me crazy.
Some days all I have is a head full of maybe.
Unconditional fits in my mouth like your hand does in mine.
Alone, my hands search through your puzzles trying to find peace of mind.
Maikol Ruiz Feb 2019
I am a normal person with normal problems
I wonder about everything, but nothing
I see what everyone can see
I want everything a person could want
I am a normal person with normal problems.

I pretend to be a real person in a broken society
I feel the false happiness of the people around me
I touch corrupted beliefs with my fingers
I worry about everything, but myself
I am a normal person with normal problems.

I understand people trying to be something they’re not
I say things that you will not remember because you don’t care about others
I dream about a perfect, but impossible future
I try to make it better, but it never works
I hope people could understand it before my death
I am a normal person with normal problems.
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