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ivan Mar 16
the stars in my hands cut me
as i held them tight
it seemed that all was right

besides the pain
i held them with all my might.

let them go.
they only hurt you.

your hands held enough.

you don’t need to carry them
you don’t have to carry them

they did nothing but to mark you

with patterns that tell a story
a story that you may not like to remember
the past that held your neck
so tight your breath couldn’t last

in the end,
the stars were always yours.
life is like a constellation.
ivan Feb 24
my whole life
all i ever did was fight

to defend them, i thought
to protect them

but the tears only fell on my cheeks
on my face
on my heart

mentally,
physically,
im not okay

my whole life
all i ever did was fight
im seriously not okay.
what is this ****?
dont tell me I have to stuff my mouth in medication
ivan Feb 20
i could say so much stuff
so much lies
so much hate

perhaps the lullaby
the lullaby my mother sang
taught me how to be kind

the woods are on fire
the animals are on fire

so much lies
so much hate

perhaps
perhaps the gentle coos
the gentle coos of their mothers
taught them to be kind

they will remain kind.
i will remain kind.

driven by instinct,
or driven by heart.
even if we are kind,
we keep on fire.
oh, god, how can i remain kind,
when the whole world’s blind?
ivan Feb 17
ASPHYXIATE ME

EVERYTHING
EVERYTHING TO MAKE YOU STAY

STAY WITH ME

ASPHYXIATE ME
these days my anxiety is worse
its so bad
i tremble every time
feel like im out of breath
ivan Feb 15
the coffee-stained picture of us tells stories
stories of misery,
pain
but isn’t that what love is all about?

the coffee stained your face
like the alcohol to your mind

i can’t see you in the picture
i don’t see you in the picture anymore

its hidden on the pocket of my heart
the pocket that I swore,
i swore it wouldn’t fade

but I forgot your voice,
your face,
your eyes

it did fade.
and you knew it would.

liar.
they wont come.

who cares?
ivan Feb 11
everyone had left you.
left you to die,
in knotted veins
oozing blood
among ***** chains

in the condition you’re in,
maybe its better to die.


that decease.


they left me.
did they, really?

teeth bite into the veins
but the blood didn’t spill anymore
i looked at you

it’s been years,
years of grief
if you keep silent,
how would people know?

did they really left you?

silent, but not violent.
to loose a mother


oh, to loose a mother
ivan Feb 4
mother gave her life to me
gave me her hugs,
so i could feel her heartbeat

she held me close,
and whispered my name,
like a promise.

all this went away
with a few words





blank, my face.


i never would have thought

i never would have thought.
if mother hadn’t said that thought

i wouldn’t have chosen to rot.
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