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Brittany Hall Aug 2018
Withering flower; you neglected to water me.
Over-watered self; I'm drowning in jealousy.
Aprajita Jul 2018
Your roots is your foundation
Don't droop
Stand onto your roots
Believe in your your self, get rid of boundaries... Try to stand onto yourself and your knowledge, as I am also trying to.
harley r noire May 2018
the sparks in mind's
chamber waned away
leaving words scattered
and shattered,

yet the wordsmith stayed
still, rough lips tightly shut
as dry eyes wandered in
a journey to oblivion,

as they went through
another void nightfall,
silently asphyxiating
in a desolate sanctuary.
after months of being dead.
I am not feeling okay
The thoughts that were at bay
Are starting to weigh
Heavy on my mind
Heavy on my heart.

My thoughts start to sway
Guiding me astray
With its
overplay
and overstay.

Pieces of me
Start to fall away
Fade away
Further away.

I am starting to breakaway;
Flay away.

My mind frays
As my thoughts start to play,
my hands start to pray
And my words start to blow away
the people I hold so dear.

I will defray
Soon
But for now I am going to splay
my ache into words.
jenna Apr 2018
i am trying to spread my wings
i am trying to heal in a place that isn’t good for healing
i am not healthy
i am not healing
i am sick
i am withering away
and i am trying to fix myself for you
but it is not working
and for that
i am sorry
when i write it is about you.
spiral-whirl Feb 2018
her words are where her heart is,
her eyes focused on ahead,
for the delicate petal has lost its stem,
running to find,
running to search,
however nothing seems to be there,
and the petal withers away.
bleh
R Nov 2017
The cold in the air I feel crawl on my flesh
The spite in your tone when you hiss at me with new complaints
The way your body says you hate me

Is enough to show me that I'm still needed
Loveless sound that motivates me to wither
Thank you, my dear leech

If it wasn't for you,
I could feel alive again
Thank you for ******* me dry.
Lupus Kuro Jul 2017
At my wits end grasping your vanishing portrait.
Reminiscing the golden time,
Circuitously projecting a chasm of flowers.
Drenching myself your reverberating voices.
Afraid to succumb the neurotic state I'm in.

These precious memories I relentlessly hold,
Withering itself in a rapid surge.
A natural part of human experience,
Unluckily driven by such eccentric decease.
A repercussion of this chosen dalliance.

You're a phenom that came in like a storm.
Allowed me to love you, now I let you abhor.
Fallaciously believed in dandelion wishes,
A superstition created as stimulus of hope.
But it's too late to stop me, says Amnesia.

Remember me! Remember me!
You called
Tribute to Golden Time
M Norris Jun 2017
The darkness, I find it soothing.
The night air, I find it cooling.
Wither away sunlight,
For dark tendrils are creeping.
Wither away, day’s spite,
For cool air is seeping.
Fear not the dark spirits teaming.
Wither away demons,
We are invincible when dreaming.
For we are a legion.
Wither away sunlight.
This was just something quick, whipped it up last night during a writers block on another poem.
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