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May Aug 2016
Her white dress
Though it is patched
In several places
White it was
Clean it was
Out of dirt
Her smile innocent
Simple it was
But a great story
Hidden in her eyes
Diamond like blue
Her eyes owned
Blonde her hair
Remainings of hay
Among her hair
But it matched
Blonde to blonde
Her hair too
Looked like a
Bunch of hay
Which is tied together
She
Who kept sitting
Near the haycock
With an empty look
In her eyes
You wake up one day and you're hollow
And you realize you let your sweet one dig so deep up on your insides
You've come to the point where you might not even bother eating
Or sleeping
Or resting the unsettling mixture of hatred and disgusted were-once-love remainings

Because they won't settle
or let you sleep
or let you be quiet, peaceful or
feel
safe

     ironically the only
   thing
  you
ever
  asked of him.

You couldn't be happy with it if you tried a million years
But you don't have a million years, dearest
You have just this one life
And it sure as hell won't be waiting for you to realize it's the absolute wrongest thing to do,
It goes on
and on
and on
and on
and on
and on
and on...

And one day
You'll look back
And see the shadow of the were-once-love
And you'll know
just then
it never was.
Junévaple Oct 14
Dimlitten streets at Saturday evening,
you know —— hillarious couples around. We'll spend
remainings at your dormitories room?
Hello, Poetry! Third post ^^

This is my sequel haiku to "tonkotsu ramen", you know what's happening here :D

Stay creative n create! 𝄞
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SELENA M Oct 2014
fury in the pit of my heart
piloted by madness
flying recklessly throughout me
hitting the stones as they fall
chipping away at the pieces of me that can not remain
fire burning rapidly
destroying the remainings of manageable sanity
breaking down the silence that was built to keep my rage from escaping
Gonzalitu Jan 2020
In this unversal world, each shall have their place.
There's small and big, close and distant people. Ones are solid and hard, while others gaseous and malleable.
Some have enough energy to shine and give warmth to those who orbit them.
Others, are fugitives: the endeavouring errants.
There's those which will fill their surroundings of colourful dust, as well as those which will brightly shine for just a night waiting to be seen by the awake ones.

Blinding with a flash is a way to go, however, getting lost in the dark or dying in the lonely company of the ring is equally valid.

When in groups, stellar bodies behave on a particular manner.
We' ll find closed clusters, whose members are slowly turning off unnoticed.

On the other hand of infinity, there are open clusters, populated with the youngest and most brilliant generations.

As a galaxy we have a shared destiny.
Regardless of our spacial fauna, we all come from the same chaos and death remainings.
Even more mutual will be our entropic ending.

These bodies atract and orbit each other in order to always have their backs. On couples, the exchange energy, warmth and light.

It will be one day when a human finally sees them aligned.
A mixture of my two passions.
Hope you don't get annoyed by some scientific misassumptions
everly Dec 2017
i wrote all the things that made my skin crawl first
started off with an ol' list.
-clipped nail remainings on a newly swept floor
-ads
-clingy people
i took a break and i looked out at the bustling people and the streets
and store windows covered in streams of red, orange, and yellow lights.
it was gradually getting dark out.
my cup is almost empty..

the truth was (is) i missed you
and i wrote of the things that bothered me
because not seeing you bothers me.
you make me so happy and we're trying this new thing that involves us being s p a c e d out and i'm not used to it.
me and you are so involved its like i'm not myself without you..
ugh that came out wrong..

i read through our messages from as early as december sixteenth to postpone a mental breakdown
in the car earlier and i giggled at stupid things you'd say but after
the happiness fled from me so quickly and i felt the muscles relax in my cheeks.

— The End —