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misha Oct 2018
if only
the walls
were thicker
and then
i wouldn't
be able
to hear
my parents
fighting

if only
the walls
were thicker
so when
i'm talking
to my
bestfriends
over the phone,
they won't
ask what's
going on

if only
the walls
were thicker
and then
i wouldn't
have to tell
them it's
nothing

if only the
walls were
thicker
and then i'd
be able
to lie down
on my bed
not thinking
about what's
going on but
focusing on
myself
and my studies

if only
the walls
were thicker
so i could
sleep at
night
without
having to
hear them
all the time

if only the
walls were
thicker
so i could
close my
eyes,
even for
a second

if only
it were true
that everything
was fine

but now
i'm
listening to
their arguments
as a lullaby to
fall asleep
stop please, don't do this
Ishshita Chanda Feb 2018
Away from the chaos
I lit my cigarette and puff the smoke hard gruelling  to recall your Potriat
that every bone is colliding in agony
turning into ashes
But I am unable to see your silhouette
I am piercing my innerself  for you in this gloomy night,
but i am diving in the uncanny gallery
The pain is foreshadowing  of the woeful
future
But now i am immobile
Grieving the lullably from the distant window
Hoping now i will shed tears
But  emotions and heart are not synchronizing any longer
Even oasis can be a myth from near
But you are the essence precedes existence
Now I prefer evil over good
Evil has become my ally giving me morphine love
       "You are no  longer my addiction
My writing doesnt belong to you anymore".
midnight prague Nov 2010
let alone the free
set astray the free

everything that she was ever meant to be
has been thrown away into the water
streaming down slowly
down her
her back
a lullably of all those times when the world ate us

alive
it ate us
alive

and I dived into you broken shores
full of broken sea shells
and empty bottles of whiskey
opened by the pirates of your unstoppable heart

hungover by the bench
your stenched cling to salt and me
yes
i remember
i remember
when i woke up next to you
and your eyes
they smelt like me
and your fingers touched like mine

you were exceptional
you were you were
more than phenomenal

breathe down everything i ever gave to you
with rusty canvas and charcoal beaten down
love spells

stuttering memories flood me
running running
breaking
I could wake up face
facing
the floor

while reading the last note you wrote for me left behind the closed door
Ishshita Chanda Feb 2018
Away from the chaos
I lit my cigarette and puff the smoke hard gruelling  to recall your Potriat
that every bone is colliding in agony
turning into ashes
But I am unable to see your silhouette
I am piercing my innerself  for you in this gloomy night,
but i am diving in the uncanny gallery
The pain is foreshadowing  of the woeful
future
But now i am immobile
Grieving the lullably from the distant window
Hoping now i will shed tears
But  emotions and heart are not synchronizing any longer
Even oasis can be a myth from near
But you are the essence precedes existence
Now I prefer evil over good
Evil has become my ally giving me morphine love
       "You are no  longer my addiction
My writing doesnt belong to you anymore".
Chris Balase Jun 2019
Once, the world was perfect
As the leaves sway in spring time
And the cold breeze of the midnight air
Spikes some chills through our minds.

Once, everything was alright
Like a dream we forsee our future bright
Like a lullably from our mother's womb
Nostalgia hits our every line of sight.

Once, we were complete
No missing pieces to be found
No shattered dreams, no regrets
No poignant teardrops abound.

Perhaps time has betrayed us
Or perhaps it's the other way around
For non could've forsaken us
Except when we buried ourselves to the ground.

And life became unfair
After we stubbornly declared
Our innermost wars found in solace
To which we lost, to which we were impaled

But I dream of loving you
No matter what you've become
Oh life, when we see through visions' faith
We can see our world is perfectly gone.

— The End —