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  • _who_am_i 8w

    Holding on to the past too tight
    The memories that slice like a knife
    The tears which seem to pull my eyes
    So heavy, my heart, so dark, the light.

    The light of time illuminating the future
    Darkening the past
    A shining black so bright
    Past joys and regrets, all night.

    Sick, of the eyes that judge
    Which just see the top and assume the worst
    Tired of the words of advice
    Or just artfully thrown knives?
    Sick of the constant replay
    Words and memories, all day
    Tired of holding on
    But still I can't move on.


  • _who_am_i 9w

    I let you fuck me up.
    I let myself think I'm not good enough
    I forgot that I'm a Queen
    With a power, yet unseen.

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    My words, my oxygen
    My pencil, my weapon.
    My anger, the fuel
    To get out of this place so cruel.

    My tears, my crutch
    My paper, a lover's touch
    My pride, my backbone
    Not glass anymore but stone.


  • _who_am_i 9w

    People owe you nothing and you owe them nothing. The sooner you realise this, the better

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    I don't owe you anything.

  • _who_am_i 12w

    The beauty of the fallen
    Is no less than the sky
    The pattern on the leaf
    Doesn't fade with time.

    The sound of my pencil
    Against the paper
    Is no less than
    A melody to my ears.

    The gray and the white
    Blend together
    Singing of the lost midnight memories
    Dancing along the fragile fabric of time.

    Together they breathe back life
    Into the lost lip syncs
    Into the words lost in the dark
    And into the tired heart
    Lighting up the future
    The past coming alive

    Together they sing forever
    The grey and the white.


  • _who_am_i 16w

    You are bigger than this.

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    My words will be my scuba gear in the ocean of emotions


  • _who_am_i 27w

    Plastic Thoughts

    You can see through it
    But it still persists
    The thoughts like plastic
    Beautiful yet toxic.

    The plastic so full of colour
    My veins pulsing with vigour
    The thoughts too look so charming
    But like plastic, their growth is alarming.

    They come not one by one
    But like an army, marching in the sun
    Clogging the beautiful river flowing through my mind
    Suffocating the happiness living inside.

    They form a transparent layer around me
    A layer of plastic, not allowing me to be free
    A layer of thoughts so many
    But its not one, it's what you call infinity.

    Its just plastic, nothing to bother
    Its just a thought, minds always wander
    You say its harmless and pretty
    But it is what's killing you peacefully slowly


  • _who_am_i 29w

    Talking about natural #disaster ? What about a #mental_disaster ?

    #disaster #wod #suicide
    #goodbye #me #life

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    What would you do if I committed suicide?
    Would you be surprised
    Would you be happy to say goodbye
    Or would you mourn that I died?
    Will you think of all the lies
    You fed me without blinking twice?

    Would you stare off into the night
    And think of the time that flew by?
    Would there be happy memories to sing by
    Or would they be full of distrust and malice?

    But no matter what you think of me by
    In the end, everyone says goodbye
    It doesn't matter whether it was because of a fight
    Or because one of us committed suicide.

  • _who_am_i 30w

    What hurts the most
    Is people can go
    From people you know
    To people you don't

    #me #tears #waterfall #life #goodbye

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    A couple of waterfalls side by side
    On my face they will forever reside
    Giving rise to numerous rivers
    Flowing down my cheeks, my nose quivers.

    Oh my wet lashes, my skin burns
    I see people wherever I turn
    But no one gives two fucks about the water
    No one ever even bothers
    To notice my glistening cheeks
    To notice my struggle for the peace I seek.

    My long hair framing my face
    It's not for fashion, it's to complete the charade
    It's so that you won't be able to see my pain
    Its so that you won't be able to see my soul slain.

    And in the end no one cares
    In The end I wipe my own tears
    I say, I've learnt my lesson, I won't cry
    I say, I've learnt to say goodbye
    In the end, I again lie.


  • _who_am_i 33w

    The stones are the things that went wrong. Oh its just one stone, just one. But its not one.

    #stones #metaphor #grief #wrong #one #life #me #red #poem

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    One stone smooth and pretty
    Rests on the one whose texture is gritty
    Just two, pretty stable and standing proudly.

    You blink once and there are not two but three
    The stones lying on top of me
    But you are still holding it together nicely.

    Then out of nowhere, another one appears
    This from the one you used to hold dear
    The one who has now dissappeared.

    Four stones, still holding strong
    I'm still able to pretend nothing is wrong
    Still feeling that this is where I belong.

    But then the pile keeps on increasing
    I lose count, my chest is heaving
    Till all the stones suddenly fall on top of me.

    They break my nose, knock out my teeth
    All the stones, so heavy with my grief
    And now, everything is red and messy.

    You bleed,you cry
    You get up, you lie
    You lie back down as more stones appear
    New and shiny, one after the other


  • _who_am_i 33w

    "It's so beautiful!", I exclaimed, overjoyed.
    "My dear, what is NOT beautiful in this world?", he asked with a smile so pure, I was dumbstruck.

    #moon #nails #hope #trees #smile #poem #random

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    The shaking of the leaves
    As there comes a gentle breeze
    They look like cheerleaders waving pom poms
    Telling me to keep going on and on.

    My nails digging in my skin
    Those semi lunar marks on my hand
    I draw to dots above them-
    A smiley made of pain and sin.

    This poem made of a weird rhyme scheme
    My legs exposed to the sun without sunscreen
    The flapping wings of a beautiful pigeon
    The random things I mention in this poem.
    The smile's faded now
    Just the two eyes left
    Everything you have will be gone
    Leaving behind a deep cleft.