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Bad moments are
weighing down the scales.
Tears are slowly leaking
out of these eyes.
I don't cry.

Today
I missed my morning coffee.
I wasn't prepared to be woken up so early.

I miss being so rich
that I didn't have to think.
I miss being right beside you
Instead of miles away.
Even after a year
I haven't gotten used to the feeling.
When everything
still makes me think of you
I don't know what to do.
This city might be pretty
But there's no place like the beach.
You might say you'd rather be here
But I think you'd feel
worse than I do.
To leave behind
everything you always knew.
To live a life of loneliness,
nostalgia and breathtaking landscapes.
The scales won't balance for you.
Words can walk the distance;
Walking takes its time.
Time is always against us
But we try to walk these miles.
We tried to leave this behind
But our minds refuse to disconnect.
I tried to write about something new-
It only works when I'm inspired.
I come across as happily confused
But inside this shell I'm slowly dying.
I try to forget
how wonderful it felt
to have once been
so alive.
I miss my favourite person
Got two poems up for plating
Lines in layers, piled in waiting
Even if they've been outdated-
That never stopped me baking.

A chocolate-centered senryu
A haiku pastry, maybe two
I'll throw in a little freestyle verse
To feed some hungry youth.
Sitting in a posh cafè;
sipping on a white hot chocolate;
Fudge cake in my stomach: I got inspired.
A black and white chess board
with only two pieces left fighting.

This is where I go, when I go.

A transparent room
with a transparent view of the earth
from above its crusty surface.

This is where I go, when I go.

A yellow cafè
where it's always midday
and the people serve heart pastries
for breakfast.

This is where I go, when I go.

Somewhere that let's me think
from an outsiders perspective.
Somewhere I don't have to live.

This is where I go, when I go.

Somewhere you don't exist,
where nobody exists,
where existence
isn't a generalised thing.

This is where I go, when I go.

*Someplace far away.
When I zone out.
What if** your brain
was just a small packet of popcorn
that desperately needed
a microwave.

What if it refuses
to operate
until you show it some love-
Let it open itself up.

What if all it wanted was
to feel a little more lightweight-
'pop' away the pressure of being
confined to a head-cage.

What if our brains
Were just raw popcorn pieces
That needed some heating
To melt away the pain.
Popcorn before heating looks so suffocating- it's no wonder that when energy is provided they just blast open into pretty little flowers.
~

I fell for you like a waterfall in springtime.
Tumbling down an edge at your cliffside.
We are a force nature simply can't deny.

You accepted my siltation;
an unorderly invitation to a desperate situation
we could never leave behind.

You cried down from blue skies- silver-lined tears of denial. You fed this empty vessel
in the heat of June-July.

When those stars shine right into my eyes,
I'll reflect their light in the creases of a tide
.

I fell for you like a rapid-
gushing parallel to the road.
Love will never accept defeat;  
*We're certainly a force with which
seasons can't compete.
Rapid:-

1) (adj) Happening at a short time or at a great rate.

2) (noun) A fast-flowing and turbulent part of the course of a river.

(Any advice for the format? It's frustrating me and I've changed it 3 times...)
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