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HJV Mar 2019
A multitude of fortnights passed us by,
We passents of time, our sorrow, we tried.

A spell of brief written touches.
Time and space were arranged.

The earth turned and turned.
Time and space were burned.

The wind ceased carrying sound.
Passing time, the end inbound.

Pigeons carried the desire.
Hearts in smoldering fire.

Speed takes breath aback.
A journey, lips on your neck.

The movement, speed squared.
Our shadow never cared.

Risen to the peak of feel.
I peek and never conceal.

You and I, both sore.
The loss a shared core

The night brought silence.
Menacing unspoken words.

King and queen, both know.
The kingdom fades slow.

The sun dawns, all rays travel.
Light reveals and starts to unravel.

Secrets that we knew.
Far from too few.

All the birds fly and sing.
A message for the king.

Couriers travel back and forth.
The only direction is north.

When then the sun sleeps.
and the night creaks.
Feel what she seeks.
And speak from their beaks.

Undrape the play.
Hear what I say.

Mind tries to reason.
Such a blue season.

A wordsmith works his furnace.
The wood is scarce - he burns his.

Labouring day and night,
Keep that flame alight.

Hammer and anvil entwined.
All my words are kind.

Walk the rope, you won't fall.
If you're scared, I'll take it all.

When a chapter ends so low.
We only reap what we sow.
Cast the light, we will make it right.
The beauteous fields are in sight.

My love is free.
Come write with me.
There was this girl (shocker) and we got along great, but as time progressed and the amount of times we saw each other dwindled I slowly started to realize the end was in sight. She had recently lost a very dear person and couldn't bear getting in a committed relationship.
anna charlotte Oct 2015
ilt
vi er *** i nærkontakt
uden at at det står os klart
du er som luft for mig
jeg ser dig ikke
men du er nødvendig for min eksistens
gid jeg kunne se dig
bare én gang til
llcb Mar 2016
Nogengange
kan jeg trække vejret indtil jeg føler mig skæv; så ilt bliver til lattergas og jeg begynder at svæve
Når jeg trækker vejret for dybt
Når jeg tænker for meget
Når jeg ikke kan få noget søvn
Når humøret bliver mørkeblåt
Så bliver ilt til min alkohol selvom min promille er 0.00

Så jeg føler mig som en misbruger i øjeblikket, fordi jeg trækker vejret dybt når jeg tænker, og jeg tænker alt for meget

Jeg burde komme på afvænning;
Væk fra al den tankegang der gør mig så skæv og svævende og sørgelig
Tilbage til ilten mit hjerte kender og min hjerne savner

Jeg håber at alt kommer til at gå;
At jeg snart bliver andre farver end mørkeblå
Pai n      voi ces b od ys c o r p s e s gu ilt hat re d ang er sad ness blo od gu ts  ste  nch  de a th    he ll peo ple      ene mys all ies fam ily lov ed o n e s  fri ends   se arin g pa i n b r ok en        b o nes      to rtu re N O mer cy        
men tal    sani ty L O S T                       m in d  br o k e n HIM I am HIM n o i c a nt b e ple as e  just  
ki ll  M E?
Had another nightmare I just woke up
fro m, Most likely won't be falling asleep again. In the end, It will all fit together.
llcb Feb 2016
Jeg indhalerer dine ord
sammen med lidt røg og støv.
Ned ad halsen
så ilt må vente og lungerne græder efter det.
Jeg ventede jo i et stykke tid
på dig
og dine grin,
men sådan her ender det jo altid.
Mig der kvæler mig selv,
og dig der taler
og ser på mig
imens.
Mine "Smukke brune øjne"
ik?

Nu er du her ikke længere
Så ilten kan igen danse rundt i mine organer
istedet for dine kys der dansede på mit hjerte og i min hjerne

Men mærkeligt er det jo;
at jeg alligevel ikke rigtig føler
at jeg kan trække vejret.
Hayley Aug 2018
A/n: a poem about the last day of my junior year
So... It happened on the last day of school
Me and my mom were going to Starbucks before school.
I was so excited to drink coffee and say my summer good-byes
Then my excitement came crashing down
And I was given a nice fat serving of sadness
My mom first lectured to me about not getting in the car when it was locked.
Then when I get in the car she continues to yell.
Yell
Yell
Yell
That's all she seems to do anymore
Then she yells about how I care for nothing not even myself and my appearance
she then said and I quote
"Well, it's about time someone told you, you look like a homeless person, and you smell even worse than one!"
We get our coffee in
Cold
Isolating
Crushing
Depressing silence.
When ILT rolled around I threw my lunch away went to the bathroom sat in the corner of a stall and cried...
I don't know why
, I cried it's just that having your mother... Basically, call you ugly...
Something you believed since you turned 13... It... It just broke my heart...
And shattered what little confidence I had left ...
And I desperately try to pick up the tiny fragments
Of my self-esteem
And each day that passes
Seems just a bit brighter as another shard fits into place
But then one venomous word or thought
Sends the pieces back to the floor
Poisoning my mind until I'm back where I belong
In the corner my eyes leaking tiny raindrops
Well..
I'm sorry mom
but It's so ******* hard to care
when you've had the confidence, and joy emotionally beaten out of you
by people you thought cared
people you talk to
people you thought  were supposed to protect you, but no!
All they do is drag you down into the depths of your own self-loathing
I've lost all ability to care about **** like hygiene and personal appearanc
especially  when the joy in looking my best has been ****** out of me like a juice box...
So I watch anime and game desperately hoping to feel happiness again
but all I feel is emptiness and self hatred...
I try
And try
And try
To care about myself
But my happy caring self
Is in heavy iron chains
Of self hatred
And a new chain is added
With each
Venomous
Angry
Statement that echoes in my hollow head
So I just want to say
I'm F.I.N.E
Fearful
Insecure
Nervous
Emotional
Someday I hope I can be truly fine
Not F.I.N.E

— The End —