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Who are we to sayWe own the night?How do we escape fromThese traps we builtAround ourselves When we hid our hearts From the world?Maybe if we dig under...But escape seems like too much work And I am so very tiredAnd you stopped callingThe outside seems lonely Without your voiceSo maybe I will build higherSink a little further Cut a little deeper Weep a little softerDoes it really matter who hears?But I have my pridePretty words can't hideThese lines on my faceThis restlessness in my heart that I keep on my nightstandNext to a glass of vodkaIt's rather refreshing And burns less than the truthThat Nothing I do mattersI never had a chance
Before she goesDo you know?Do her tears soakInto the hardwoodLike rain in the Sahara?Has the love you gaveBeen enough ?Did you withdrawFrom her nightmares Like you promised you wouldn't?Trapped in this pastYou so long forBut doesn't exist...She gave and gaveUntil nothing was leftFor herself And to build againWas more than she could handleWhere do we go from here?How do we sleep at night?©luckylucy
What kind of person Resigns themselvesUnhappy with lifeThrows their hands up And says oh wellNot meI fight myself EverydayIt's not easy to be meBut I get up when I canI never give inYou will never find meFine with unhappiness Ok with unfulfillment Accepting of this heavinessThat pervades every breathI will fightUntil every last pieceOf my heart stops beatingUntil I cease to existI will strain and push backBecause nothing is strongerThan the will I haveTo be happy In the absence of sighsIn the presence of lightIn an aura of self-worthBecause I am worthy Of fighting for©luckylucy
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I thought that maybeThis heartbreak could be hiddenThis split could be sewn with gold threadMending is difficult Minding even more soYou say I should mind my ownAnd my choices have been madeAnd you are rightBut I'm still so angryAt youAt myself That I want to scream anathemaAnd rip it even furtherYou say I'm willing to just burn it downAnd that you feel you should tellWhy?To burn it down for me?I won't respond like you askedI tried to be friendly before But what was there Must have eloped with your demonsHiding in bottoms of bottlesBecause you ignored me until you chastised meI am depressed and maybe desperate I thought you'd commiserate But this God You are frightened ofDoesn't exist for meThese souls you are worried about Cease after deceaseTemporary happiness is still happiness Small hopes are still lightAnd this darkness is unending You and I stumblingSeparately Feeling for connection Avoiding each otherBecause I never stopped caringAnd you find that abhorrent©luckylucy
I loved your demons from the beginning Took them on walksWhile you stared in curiosity They slept between usOn that bed we sharedIn the back room of your sister's trailerThey were the cable between our handhelds I cuddled them when you were alone(You were always alone)Your demons played hopscotch with mineFor a while...I thought about a playdate When they hid in a bottle Thought maybe if I caressed themYour thoughts would un-muddleBut they changed into these monstersThat prey on your mindNightmare fuel Cannibalistic copies of yourself To appease this god You fed them pieces of you Your heartYour brainBut they are carnivores And cannot eat your soulAnd no matter what your demons tell youThat is yours aloneYou have to give it willinglyAnyone who asks isn't worthy of itBut I would gladly give you mineIf it meant your happinessThough I know you'd never askNever acceptI would give it gladly©luckylucy
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Sometimes we find ourselves hidingIn places we'd never fathomRunning away Drifting out in spaceThinking that if we can just get awayMaybe no one will miss usHear our hollow screamsSee the void in our soulsAnd when we are foundThe terror and surprise Fills the holesAnd we try to get awayAgainAgainAgainRunHideBecause this is our first instinctBut maybe we are hiding To see if you careWill you follow?Can you ride these wavesOf sorrowMadnessShameAre you hollow, too?©luckylucy
Perhaps the price of your peaceIs your head on a silver platterA thought that haunts youAnd also gives you hopeWhen you explain to meThat you think about meAnd want me to comeBut please don't comeMy head fills with thoughtsMy heart feels thingsThat I want to think and feelBut I shouldn't And your demons call to meTheir voices sweet as honeyPromising caresses and lovely notionsRegarding me with their bloodshot eyesI see their miseryI want to hold themCuddle their darkness until they brightenLove their pain awaySo that maybe the price of your peaceIsn't as steep as your lifeSo that you shine as brightlyAs my heart does for you©luckylucy
I hope you dream of meAnd Think of me late at night When you close your eyesThat Nothing you do can stop itI crave the knowledge thatYou desire nothing moreThat the thought of me under youGives you goosebumps I hope that you imagineMy hair falling around youAs we die in each other's armsAs we close our eyes for sleepAnd I pray that youWill never knowThe depth of despair I feltWhen I realized that we would never happen©luckylucy
You know I may be feralI know you always knewWhen I fell over my mistakes You learned to patch me upCarefully taking your timeNeedle and thread in handHesitant to try to fix the hurtsBecause you didn't want me to run away scaredYou could have grabbed me tightHeld me in placeYelled and belittledBut you did your quiet workSoothing and sewingWhispering sweet wordsBuilding my confidence Hoping that when I was wellI would still choose to stayBut hurt wild animalsRarely appreciate helpAnd though I returned your loveWe don't feel the way people doAnd first chance I gotI flew away from youBut every now and thenI catch a scentCedarPineIrish SpringAnd I think back to your soft handsYour warm lipsThe look in your eyesWhen you healed my hurtsAnd told me you loved me©luckylucy
Maybe it's more dangerous to ignore things If we are confronted with facing them laterThe emotions can overwhelm Take controlHold us hostageAnd we know how that feelsDon't we?To be in control Is not one of my goals, though And I am happy to partWith repetition And ignoring these thingsLocking them away And not expecting For them to ever break freeIs a fool's errorWe with thunderstorms Rolling behind our eyesLive in darkness And the patches of light That surprise usBlind usScare usBut illuminationIs the key to seeingAnd I see you.I see you.©luckylucy
I write codes in my notebook in the lazy afternoons studying with a boy sitting across from me and fell in love with him just for the simple reason that he was obsessed with death. He wishes our teacher "Afternoon, ma'am" never starting with good.He walks with his shoulders a little hunched and his gait so tiresome, you would wonder and never get tired of it.And if you look at his hair a little longer, you will realize it's not styled that way but have been combed unruly with strands settling anywhere.And when our teacher takes a break because we can't find a solution, we crack jokes and laugh on how we would have to jump from her terrace atleast twice or thrice to really die. Or we argue on "why are we really living?" "To die‽""Yes but then why?""To fulfill a dream, I guess.""What's before dying?""Some purpose, maybe."I always wear helmet while riding two wheelers because even though I know death's chasing me I don't want my parents to think my accident was a suicide or self-harm case. It's the other way round for him so he never wears one, has its brakes nullified and even puts on headphones. It's like a love triangle only that the third person isn't a person. Me chasing him, he chasing death and death chasing me maybe.This is a poem of my afternoons. This is a love poem, a deadly love for death. This is a death poem, a lovely death of love.©cruisey20.09.21
Darling darling darling darling Like everyone else I love this word
Darling Stop checking my pulse every night I was already dead when I saw you breathe in someone else's heart.©anirockz7
#day #wodEc? Thank you
And Monday arrives like a rebound lover, reeking with jealousy.he leaves a trail of kisses on my defiant jaws. But it's this thing with hearts, I tell him as I wipe away his kisses. It's this thing with hearts and mine just wouldn't dance along his beat,I tell him as I pull Sunday's yellow cardigan firmly around my heart. ©Wasted
#paradox #wod@miraquill @writersnetwork @_the_disguised_scribbler_ @subhaprakshit @shrutitripathiAnd love love //
I don't have anything to hide.But I don't have anything IWant to show to you either.©Fatty.
Brain: He doesn't love you Heart: Maybe someday he will.
soft morning breezebarely bluemy heart sails to you silver sky waves streaked with butter sun rise ripples tasting the shoreI'm caught inside the glow I see your shadowlet me drop anchor cease this endless voyageon seas of uncertainty let me disembark and gain my heart herwobbly land legs shall we feast and celebrate the discovery of new lands and tell tales of the storms weathered and of the many repairs and recoveries at long last fall into each other become land locked and make new stories©charlieka
poets cannot always be trustedfor poetry can be such a convincing disguisewhen a pen lies there’s no need to be equalits syllables make complex emotions feel feeble and you start to completely romanticize people that your heart can never even dream to knowsimply from the effortless flow of their wordsso be wary as your hands crack these spinesall it takes is one time reading their talesan unobstructed glimpse behind their veil can redefine every line you’ve ever heard. ©euripedesblack
Broken Love Song
We made vows and broke them just as we did, our promises first dimming and then disappearing into a realm unknown and unseen, our dreams vanishing into the nether where their fulfillment remains just that, a dream. Our hands now recoil from each other's sour touch, our ears twitch with derision and hate from each other's bitter words, the hairs on our necks bristle like those of a prairie beast at the mention of the other's name. We fight like primed bulls, throw out vicious utterances laced with venomous spittle and spite, we draw battle lines and draw our gleaming swords. Yet when the moment comes, as the field lies silent and pregnant with tension and trepidation, we fail to yank the catapult. We stay on, for a reason that cannot be explained by the pragmatism of science or the whims of fantasy. We hold on to that slow swinging thread that is so frayed it looks like an agitated tail, our fingers dithering over the empty signature slot that will sever our relation completely, a simple step but one we have failed so grandly to complete. We hold on to each other, afraid of the darkness that will ensue if we let go, afraid that we have forgotten who we were without the other and we simply cannot be parted. And so we live on, like enemies forced to co-habit in an prisoner-of-war camp, each wanting nothing to do with the other yet still unable to detach. Our hearts remain in limbo, unmoving and uncertain.©_jerrysays
It poured like rain.
Let me write, Before I forget how love felt, Before I vow, to walk slow, And walk past. You packed me a diary, Of sweet truthful lies, You looked over them, And had me smiling inside, You held me, Through the winds of night, Waiting for our senses, Fading into the dark. Oh, we laughed, And danced, With curtains open, And the world a little tipsy. Let me write, Before I forget, How you came backTo kiss me, On the chilly morning, And I made you laugh. We looked pretty together, In the rays of sun, A little late, a little better. And through the musical dreams, And the stars on my terrace, Long back, when we sang along. And today, The same stars, sing back in the days. We didn't walk on the road, To find answers, We knew them, Long before we kissed. I knew, I'd watch you leave, And still I spun around, Some tipsy steps, In love. Let me write imperfectly, How I'll remember, What it felt like, in love.
Trying haiku poem for the first time...Picture cr. to the respective owner & Mirakee.#haiku #haiku_poem #first_try #rain #dance #heart #beauty #Mirakee #running_thoughts #midnight_thoughtsThank you everyone for liking my poem...
The sky starts to pour,My little heart starts to dance...Loving its beauty.©dark_abyss