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twenty-six Jan 2019
slowly
surely
i'm losing my mind

slowly
surely
i'm living helplessly

slowly
growing unsurely
anxieties living in me

slowly
but surely
i'm giving up
Eleanor Sinclair Jan 2019
There are days I could leave this behind
Pack up and go with clear conscience and mind
Yet as time ticks away I still stay
Eleanor Sinclair Jan 2019
Anger brings out a side of people
Perhaps one that hasn’t been seen
But then again it’s useful
It makes the slate start clean

I have a motto now
I’ll live each day for me
I’m done trying to satisfy the thirsty man
And portraying what he wants me to be

Let’s be honest I should’ve seen this coming
After all he wasn’t mine
But God it shouldn’t of hurt like this
And I shouldn’t be silently crying
oh, the damage to be done to this soul
should the smile be evasive
elusive
feigned
why so unwilling to risk
if the smile not be immediate and sure
and without doubt
i have lost so many
to doubt
i am unwise in the ways of love
convinced that the connection i feel
is a false sign
that you are just being kind
to a lonely soul
what can i do when i fear my words will push you away
rather than pull you in
short of a whispered  'i love you' from your lips
i remain as lost as a glance in the dark
Taye Russ Dec 2018
our weeks and weekends were full of light,
your dashing smile and my
shining eyes.

painting our life ahead,
with vivid blues and yellows.

i knew things were going so well,
everything picture perfect,
so well framed on an art gallery
wall.

one dark and stormy night,
a couple of days after another journey
though the gallery,
you ripped the frame off.

your eyes were glasses full of hurt,
your smile slipped off your face,
no vibrancy was painted on you.

i still don't know why you took the painting down,
when so much dedication and time was
put into making art.

i am hurt.
my colours have faded.

the picture unexpectedly went from perfect,
to shreds.
i will never know why.

the artists of this once beautiful painting,
will never create another piece together.
Dredd Dec 2018
you intrigue me yet
you scare me
you are a mystery and
it intices me but
everytime i look at you
i feel unsure
like you are playing with me.

i feel like i am going back to that state of uncertainty
but i have learned my lesson.

my mind can play tricks on me.
my heart can learn the rules but
my soul ultimately tells
me when to stop playing the game.


D.L.
DM00 Dec 2018
I guess
if we died in the middle,
I can’t be mourning you after.

I’m still in love with you,
but only when
I’m alone.
M G Hsieh Dec 2018
II  silence


"I fear I may lose myself
before our first kiss..."


Fifty calls later
we still talk
about nothing

And nothing
is certain
Not the wildfires
Not the rainstorms

Just this beating
of the clock...
Eleanor Sinclair Nov 2018
The wind speaks to me at night
It cascades and whistles in mid flight
I see in it the wonder
And destruction like the thunder
It tells me of the clouds
And how they love to clump in crowds
Perhaps the wind will save us
With it's mighty and powerful gust
I wish to ask it questions
And to express my confessions
The howling shrieks seems mournful
Like those of a mere mortal
I suppose nothing is free from pain
Even nature is bound by chain
How I long to ask the wind
Why it's voice must rescind
For days at a time it will not visit
My window pane forgets its kisses
As I forget its touch on my skin
I wonder where my wind has been
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