#matches
I’ve been thinking of someone can touch me but
Inside out it’s still empty
No one can turn too
I've been traveling for decades but my heart is still alone
How many times have I been with you and met you
But it's still not you
Many battles have passed but it’s fair
I thought it was you but until now I still haven't won
I always left alone winning myself but not together with you
I'm left victorious in myself but you're not with me
No matter what I do I still can't see the real
No matter how I open the door
The opportunity is still elusive
Even if I don't look for it, it's always whispered
The real face still doesn't face me
The real for me is still hidden
Is there nothing left for me?
Is it already written?
How long will I wait?
Is it always destined for someone else?
Another opportunity will be waiting again
But how far will the journey go without you
Is this just the new beginning
Is it just the beginning?
There is always a new door to open
You only open a door once and a while and you have a chance
At the wrong time, not in the right direction
The world stopped in the elusive happiness
My tired heart cannot be satisfied
The winding,
tiring battle is not quiet
The direction does not straighten to be with you and see you
It is difficult when I have chosen you but you do not choose me
I thought you were the one,
but I will also go back to the old days and accept that you are no longer here
There is no partner.
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"𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕒 ℙ𝕒𝕝𝕒 𝕋𝕒𝕝𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕂𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕪𝕒𝕜"
Ako ay nag hihintay na mayroong makaka hipo sakin
pero hanggang ngayon wala paring laman
Wala paring lumilingon
Ilang dekada na akong nag lalakbay pero ang puso ko’y mag isa parin
Ilang beses na kitang nakasama at nakilala
Pero hindi parin ikaw
Marami nang nagdaang labanan akala ko ikaw na yon
pero hanggang ngayon hindi parin naipapanalo
Naiwan akong nanalo sa sarili pero hindi ka kasama
Kahit ano gawin ko hindi parin makita ang tunay
Buksan ko man ang pinto
Mailap parin ang pagkakataon
Hindi ko man hanapin palagi itong binubulong
Hindi parin humaharap ang tunay na mukha
Nakatago parin ang tunay na para sakin
Wala na bang para sakin?
Naka tala na ba ito?
Hanggang kailan ako mag hihintay?
Parati nalang ba sa iba nakalaan?
Panibagong pagkakataon ulit ang hihintayin
Pero hanggang saan aabot ang paglalakbay ng wala ka
Ito palang ba ang bagong simula
Nagsisimula palang ba?
Palaging may bagong pinto ang bubuksan
Minsan ka lang mag bukas ng pinto at pagkakataon
Sa maling pagkakataon na hindi natapat sa tamang direksyon
Nahinto ang mundo sa mailap na lumigaya
Hindi mapagbigyan sa napapagod kong puso
Hindi matahimik ang paliko likong nakakapagod na labanan
Hindi tumutuwid ang direksyon para makasama at makita ka
Ang hirap kapag pinili na kita pero ikaw hindi mo ako pinipili
Akala ko ikaw na yun uuwi rin din pala ako sa dati at tatanggaping wala ka na
Wala palang kapareha.
Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 3:54 PM UTC
i'd seen it burning, it was me
the one who'd set it up.
i'd never tell, never be seen,
but always be around.
there was some beauty to it that
i couldn't really share.
The flame and i were different, but
both always gasped for air.
i've seen it taking, felt the fear
it's gotten me before.
yet somehow it would lure me in
and ask to feed it more.
it's made itself known on my skin,
gently dabbing my hands.
i always knew that we were kin,
i knew it understands.
a rapsody of life and death, a fable
so intriguing, you couldn't
picture warmth so fatal,
or love so unforgiving.
it didn't leave no silver scars,
no petty, goudy patches,
i'm just a never dying spark
trapped in a box of matches.
Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 4:27 AM UTC
Just lay beneath the stars with me
Pretending that we're kids again
Still dreaming big dreams
Still stealing kisses
Living back in the before time
When we hadn't yet learned
That some people are like matches
And if you hold on too long
You get burned.
Aug 2, 2021
Aug 2, 2021 at 7:52 PM UTC
change consciousness with another
ashes turn to plastic
giraffes play wack a-mole
i’ll miss you when you’re gone
messages dart his eyes
playing with the devil’s knife
living down,
in the darkness
of my mind
between infant cries
connecting lies
and infernos burning haunted lives
i wish no one
the pain
of a box of broken matches
Jul 14, 2021
Jul 14, 2021 at 12:13 AM UTC
See my face
Coated in tears
Like how the rain paints the sidewalk
Only know that I tried
No matter how insignificant my attempts appear
An abomination to most
But my heart pure
I roll myself out to allow others to dry their shoes
A ***** old rug after time
with each boot leaving its imprint
Drop a match on my gasoline soaked skin to keep you warm
Watch the flames dance and my eyes turn gray,
but my smile untampered
Out of everyone, I thought you'd understand
But time after time
I realize I'm just letting myself down
Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 1:34 AM UTC
i used to think
we were the perfect match
but matches are meant
to ignite
and then
burn out.
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 3:29 PM UTC
sometimes its comforting, the dark
its like a veil
its like a fog
it surrounds you, and although its cold in a weird way its,
familiar
like its always there,
but sometimes you get too comfortable
fall in too deep
and feel safe where you shouldn't
its hard to get out when it feels right
like its where you belong
where you deserve to be,
in the dark
in the fog
in the cold
and after the light is always too bright,
the air too warm
its too perfect,
and you were right
because you know what comes next
it always comes next,
the darkness
so why not accept it?
why not stay?
since it always comes back,
the light always dims
the warmth always leaves,
it gets smothered by the wind and the rain
and now the matches are wet
so
you cannot relight it,
when all you need is a spark but
you cant get one,
but why not wait for them to dry
because the rain never seems to stop
it just keeping going
washing away everything
making you blank,
making you empty,
it blends the days together
when there is no light, no way to tell
how long its been
or
how much longer
and then one day
it stops
and the light is back,
the warmth fills you up until you overflow,
but your so scared to lose it again you don't even care,
it's almost scary how much you missed it,
but even in the most perfect moments
its always there
making you wonder
how long will it last
and its hard to enjoy it when you know
one day the
darkness
always comes back
so the rain starts, the cold comes and
what's the point of putting in the energy
when it will always fade, will always dim
because the cold days get more
and more
and more
frequent,
until you cant remember the warmth
until you don't even want it
because,
the cold becomes comfortable
and that's all we want,
right?
to be comfortable
to feel safe
to feel something
to feel the cold is better than to feel nothing,
right?
at least the cold reminds you you're alive,
that you still are here
until one day you aren't
because the darkness gets us all
and in a weird way its almost
nice,
to know one day we will all have the same fate,
no matter how hard we try
no matter what
the darkness always wins
so,
why not find comfort in it?
the darkness.
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 4:10 AM UTC
Ash floats around me
my hands caked in soot
the burnt match between my fingers.
Remnants of flames burning in my eyes,
smoldering rubble
smells of smoke and destruction.
I lift the match to my mouth
touch the tip to my tongue
the salty taste worth the raging fires of my sins.
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 4:22 PM UTC
Matches
Ashes
Acid on my casket
Buried with the hatchet
Of my fight with this life
I knew I could never hack it
Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 12:26 AM UTC
you light a match,
i fall in love.
just like magic.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 8:49 PM UTC
Idiots shouldn't play
with matches
cos they washed in petrol...
But I'm no idiot,
but I'll still throw a match
in the room and watch the idiots burn.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 6:41 PM UTC
the world is getting too bright
i cant tell that something isn't right
something else is dripping
from the tears in my skin
you told me not to
let the darkness in in
but you left
so what's the point
let's set fire
to this joint
the matches are there
no need to stare
reach into my pocket
nothing you can to stop it
not anymore
i'll start this chaos
i've got people to brainwash
this is what happens when you abandon me
i told you but i guess you wanted to see
burn down the room
decorate your tomb
gave you my heart
but you decided to spend it
gave you life
now it's my turn to end it
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 5:04 PM UTC
huddled beneath the ***** dark alleys of the past
there's a girl
rubbing her hands together
for a semblance of warmth
the cold bites deep
through bare clothing
chilling her to the bone
as the frost flurries through
and bright Christmas trees
set her eyes alight
she shakily pulls a small
matchbook
from her pocket
with a breath,
she mutters a prayer
and strikes the match
to watch it burn
one last time
the flame wavers
but continues to burn
'till there is no fuel left
just as the light dies
she, too, dies
and the ghosts come
to take her hand
to a safer place
where it's Christmas yearlong
and warm embraces await
for the little match girl has left
for somewhere, something beyond our reach
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 9:05 PM UTC
Maybe it is me
Actually it is me
You are quite the dream
Truth is a burden
Heavy sets the beating heart
Even on that day
Beating hearts and a falling start
Recreate the scenes of us falling apart
Incandescent lights
Disrupt the flame
Giving off a new sort of spark
Effectively entrapped in an entangled waltz
Spiraling into the wall
Indescribably
Beaten and battered by frivolous exchange
Understandably we're upset
Reacting not acting
Nevertheless we swing
Lightning flashing
Inside the mind between the hearts
Grasping what we understand
Hoping for the rest
Truly serene
Truth may be a burden
Hardly to fallen stars
Enticed to try again
Wishing for a chance
A way to find the end
Yet I'll I hope we'll never see
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 8:08 PM UTC
I want to play a little game
Don't need you talking about your fame
I'll put your heart inside a frame
I'll put you in my hall of fame
You burned down a building with people inside
Do not try to run there is nowhere to hide
You killed nine people all under twenty one
The things that you did can never be undone
Burn half of your body to see how it hurt
I wonder if your husband knows you're a flirt
All you have to do is take that gasoline
And cover yourself from your toes to your waist
Then light a match
I think you know what to do
No need to cry yourself to sleep
I really hope you continue to weep
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 10:42 AM UTC
They told us to never play with fire
To never touch a match
To throw away the lighters
They said to never play with fire
Even if you're using it to
Burn
Yourself
Up
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 9:03 PM UTC
you know when you strike a match?
you have to go quickly to light it
if you go too slow, it won’t light
but once you light it,
if you wave it around to quickly
it burns out
but if you wave it slowly
it stays lit
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC
I was there
Throwing matches on the bridge
Without lighting them up.
Thinking whether or not
I could handle the fact that
I wouldn't be able to cross over if I did.
But as the fog cleared up
I could clearly see you
On the other side,
Pouring gasoline.
"Burn," I said,
So we could dance
Near the fire
On the long, cold night.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 6:24 AM UTC
You said I left you alone in the dark
But you were screaming with the lights on
You said you didn't know where we were
But you knew right from the start
That we would crash and burn
Like falling stars, we were crossed
We were the enemy of the night
But now we're lighting matches
To help guide us home
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC
the good days burn out like matches.
sparking sleepless nights and bad dreams.
the force of trying to start it again isn't
worth the ephemerality of its effect.
you never should've played with fire.
it's (i'm) nearly impossible to put out
once i'm started
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 5:59 PM UTC
And like that
I am lost in you.
The simplest of touch is all it takes.
Lost in that feel good place that beckons our name over and over.
The physical manifestation of what we both know to be true.
The feel of your skin pressed tight against mine.
Our fingers lost in the rhythm.
The Times we've made mistakes like this.
Our lips hesitant.
Reaching out to one another in a pace we can both relate.
You feel me and I know this to be true.
Both of us lost.
Slipping and sliding in reassurance.
Eluding the overwhelming thought that at any moment our eyes will shut tight and our inner fear will dissipate into eruption.
Anticipation built high.
We both brace for the thrill of fire.
A match striking the side of box.
Over and over until we are both consumed.
Blown away in satisfaction.
Neither of us can speak.
The peak of ascension.
And Like that I am lost.
Caressing you until the last ember is blown out
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 8:52 PM UTC
There was a Danish girl I knew before
A little girl who was unusual
The last time saw her I in local store
Or maybe I was just delusional
She always carried matches up her sleeve
And liked to set the fire to her stuff
The total strangers called her little thieve
And claimed she was supposed to be in cuff
Somebody said she went away abroad
To meet her mother who was working there
They heard she has been holding lightning rod
And waiting for the storm with humid hair
They said she went mad and burst into flames
She couldn’t handle things and gave it in
She was a fairytale, somebody claims
But fairytales like that just make me grin
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 4:12 AM UTC
“I have a habit of setting myself on fire
to keep other people warm”
she admitted with
her hands in her lap
and eyes towards the floor
at that moment
he smiled
took out a book of matches
and handed them to her
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 10:41 AM UTC