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I wish I was a singer then at least someone would listen to my words.
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numbness
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I wish I could blame others for making me feel things that I don't want to. But, the truth is, since the day I learned how to feel, I've just been feeling too much. Too much of life, too much of death. Too much of everything. If only I could find equilibrium amongst the mess that I am, maybe I'd be what others call 'normal'.
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If you knew I were to die tomorrow, would you still talk to me the way you did?
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numbness
103w
If you saw how many dust particles air constitutes of, would you stop breathing?
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numbness
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I was lying wide awake.
Tried to sleep.
Couldn't.
The window was open.
Wind was blowing.
It was cold.
Really cold.
I wanted to shut the window.
Couldn't get up.
So, I just kept staring at the window.
Hoping someone would come in and shut it.
But, the door was locked.
The night passed away.
I couldn't shut the window.
And the cold didn't go away....
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Sadness doesn’t always come at 3 AM when you’re lying awake overthinking everything that made you like this. Sometimes, it’s on a Monday afternoon while you’re having coffee with your friends and it automatically makes you wanna shut out everyone and just stop everything for a moment.
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Some people get valued while they're alive, some when they're dead. As for me, I don't think I'll ever get valued.
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I just wish you loved me too.
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"I see the way you smile. You've got sad eyes, child."
~ someone who doesn't even know me -
numbness
116w
Is it the reason why you exhaust yourself to sleep so you don't have to be alone with the voice inside your head?
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alto_spade
123w
You know self deprecation is worth your time when deafening cries break down your walls to voice louder your whispers.
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dusky_dawn
129w
Read More1) I Exist in between the day and the night.In the afternoon poems and some upsetting drafts.The drafts travel with me from the old bus stop to the time when midnight walks kiss my parched throat.The empty glasses and the stained plates write poetries on my behalf whenever i lose sanity on a hot summer afternoon.Poetries exist in between the evenings the ones that reek of arguments and the nights that reek of troubled relationships.
- I breathe because that's all i know
Death has not befriended me yet.
2) I Exist in between the old love songs and the bridge of heartbreaks.The long drives settled between kilometers and Cities.The rare view mirror rarely watched the tears now - Just the fake smiles mattered.Poetries exist in between those albums where hugs were the only medium of finding warmth and peace and the tears were not always meant for heartbreaks sometimes the distance troubled the eyes too.The ripped seats of that old wagonR still reminds me of you and aimlessly wandering poems on my nose,Lips and the forehead.
- I"ll tear apart cities and maybe countries,
Don't ever mess with my heart otherwise
I can tear your belief of me being a saint.
3) I Exist in between the Depressed summers and Moody winters.Of how those 20 minutes dance session with you on a depressing day worked as a painkiller.
"Your fingers dance with my fingers
Your feet turns the radio on with the tapping,
The moment your body collided with mine,
Summers turned winters,
& I became a Criminal with any crime"
The poetries lends an ear to the resteless rants and those existing yet non existing thoughts.They are turning cold with winters.The once full of clarity heart has now turned foggy from so much love leaving one with multiple conclusions of whether "The love that the loved ones are showering is real or an another prank that they love to play on you when you finally feel "You are satisfied with your life"
- I loved you enough I guess
"Love me back" - I don't believe in begging for what's not mine"
©dusky_dawn
(N.M)
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#temp (This hastag is not leaving me)I Exist in your words
I Exist in your Arms,
I Exist in your Kisses,
- You Exist because I exist
"The day i will stop existing
Your poems won't even look at you"
©dusky_dawn
(N.M)
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dusky_dawn
128w
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1) No one knows and maybe no one ever will.I have hidden that monday within my black jacket where i cried for hours.The pockets had enough space because of being square shaped.I stored the tears within but when they stepped inside they sank within the fabric leaving me with one thought "Is it because it's their second home" First one being my brown eyes.They tried to live their for days, for months but when they stopped getting fit within them they escaped when they witnessed the quarrel,The Marks on the right cheek, The deep cuts on the rough wrists.
- I tried holding them for long,
They were the only ones who accepted my every wrong.
2)No one knows and maybe no one ever will.I accepted that i have flaws, That i don't fit within the crowd of those beautiful people -I believe i don't.I accept that i am a liar -Of how i lied every morning that i smiled the previous night,Of how i lied that i hate smiling because my jaw starts to get hurt if smiled even for few seconds.Judgements do hurt -From summers to winters,From autumn to spring -They hurt too much.Tears never get of tired coming back again and again.The pain in the chest and in the head.That feeling never leaves.It kills and gulps my every ounce of hope that i try to build even after my castle of expectations was kicked by everyone again and again.
- I try to breathe after getting choked,
I am still breathing after they tightened the rope.
3) No one knows and maybe no one ever will.Somedays It's tough to hold the tears in the fist.Tightly closing the eyes, Rubbing the eyes furiously, Breathing in and out -Nothing worked and nothing will ever work.The mirror shows you how weak you are with those swollen eyes and the red nose.No matter how hard i try to fake the smiles, I try to fit with people who were never mine and will never be with me.I tried finding warmth within people who knows nothing except spreading coldness.I was wrong and maybe I deserve those tears.They live within me and will always live within me only.
- I accepted the tears, the accusations were right,
And Tears came to me when alone at night
- I was never enough for them!!
©dusky_dawn
(N.M)
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M O N O T O N O U S
1. Gloom smeared lashes flutter open to reveal an abyss. A pit of feelings that you’ve always been trapped in. A dreamy sound fills through the aisles while you sprint across, calling out for help. You smell of war and you feel the gloom stitched upon your heart. Oh love, you are jaded, alone and far too gone to be saved. A puff of air comes through your clenched teeth, a sigh accepting that this tragedy-scented stench is from within you.
2. Music doesn’t soothe you anymore. It’s just a haphazard assemblage of mangled notes. A death of another unheard voice. A disarray of unwanted and unrequited emotions. You don’t sing your troubles away with a maddening ache anymore.
3. So you sit with a blade between your fingers, folding your legs to your chest with raw insides and eyes sickeningly dry. You never were taught to wrap your own arms around your body and you’ve already given up whispering
“hold me close or save me, please”
You’ve already given up dowsing yourself in agony. All you do now is smile. Smile as the wind whips through your skin as you fly down. Smile as the earth slams onto your head, it’s fiery passion melting your wings, it’s untamed brambles feasting while you bleed. Smile as your last breath leaves you too, just like everybody else.
Then do you see the colour of your fading life. Monotonous. Then do you ask yourself a question too late to be asked -
tell me, would you live for me?
//Tell me, does it feel good to feel nothing at all? Does it?//
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mysocalledthoughts
128w
Read MoreI'm fragile
Or so I think myself to be
Though my exterior image is the furthest from it
I try my best to keep the facade up
In hopes I fool myself one day
Along with the rest.
I crave solitude but I'm afraid of my mind
Self discovery is a must but fear rules out the growth stapled in time.
I'm afraid to say aloud who I am
Judgemental eyes carve themselves into my tasteless eyes.
I'm scared of the intangable, the unknown and every other encountered fear cemented in time.
©mysocalledthoughts.
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mysocalledthoughts
128w
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Too many people touch my skin
Whether it be a hug, a tap or
an excited moment of thrill
But it feels as though my skin is tainted
With their fingerprints
I want to feel like my flesh is my own
Not shared among many peers who
take it one step further with every encounter.
I just want to feel like myself
Without my thoughts ticking like a bomb
And possibly taking me and the lot of them out.
©mysocalledthoughts.
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musings_
128w
Read More__________________________
the sky hangs above us like a cracked ceiling; an unravelling tapestry of grey warping along the edges. Birthing in the embrace of quietitude somewhere, raindrops trace the spine of a river and it swells under the weight of gentle fingers, caressing the rough contours of its being. the cold cheek of the moon against a rusted window, and the shivering skin of the ocean reminds me of how love is just another metaphor for loss.
in the warmth of this molten longing; your breath falls unflinching on my cold skin, this weightlessness too heavy to carry. your hands cradle my whims to slumber. tenderness unveilied in the arch of a palm and it dawns upon me that how even when every touch hollows me out, bit by bit, I want to fill every crack of my being with this emptiness. the words escape your mouth half-fractured - jagged pieces of tin. this is our becoming, our unbecoming.
I shatter hopelessly in the arms of the moment, and crawl upto you in this wretchedness nurturing us in its shadow. a broken smithereen of porcelain in an endless sea of yearning, how no one handled you with care. your name tastes like tar against my tongue and this love is a language I will never learn.
the sky murmurs softly to the crevices of the earth - the anatomy of a conversation falling out of the realm of words. this longing too pronounced in the moisture of my eyes; cascading down into sheer affection. your fingers breathe life into my otherwise barren body.
What do we stay for if not the familiarity of grief? the bare bones of a memory we have spend our lives cradling, an agony we lull to stupor each night, a loss that ripens in the warmth of our arms, every season?
what is this pain if not a dull symphony playing out in an empty background, receding yet never fading away completely?
Outside, raindrops caress the face of a river; a cold sliver of silver against the December sky and a shivering desire. despite the storms the moon wages under her skin, the ocean never stops holding on, does she?
- Kainat // of shivers and slivers //
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@thewiltedflower @meru_mukh @despair @poetica_a
@alto_spade @thestoryweed @cafenoir24.
leave me out with the waste
this is not what I do,
it's the wrong kind of place,
to be thinking of you.
- 9 Crimes // Damien Rice
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cafenoir
128w
Read MoreI have befriended grief
For quite a long time
Than seen happiness
Knocking my door
Growing up,
I learnt a lot of things
But ‘people leaving
And life going on’
Always topped the list.
Sadness and goodbyes
Didn’t make sense to me
When Ma first talked about it
As she kept saying,
I thought they were two sides,
To a same thing.
All i was taught,
Was to really be in the moment,
There, present.
Because that’s what mattered.
Today grief comes, uninvited
And all of this plays
like a flashback
Under a ceiling,
Amidst four walls.
Growing up,
I did learn a lot of things,
But ‘people leaving
And life going on’
Still tops the list.
I have learned that
It is a human,
Who makes the two ends meet,
Be it sadness or goodbyes
That love never comes
Unasked on a fine winter eve
Waiting to embrace you,
Pain does.
That when people leave,
I’ll be left wondering
What to care more about,
People or their leaving?
And when they finally leave,
Will i still have to ,
live in the moment
Or blame myself for
Making moments turn
To memories?
I have seen
People leaving just
For being noticed
The other way around,
I have seen people leaving,
Leaving all things unnoticed.
Growing up,
I have learnt a lot of things.
I’ve learned,
That moments matter,
Only until people live,
That goodbyes are good
Only if we get to say
Them again.
That people leave theirselves
Much before they actually leave.
©cafenoir.
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diyabedi
130w
Read MoreSitting on your veranda and nobody is nearby. What do you call this- loneliness? Those big mute walls make you feel alone, those enormous blue sky makes you feel small in solitude, those empty street without any chaos show all loneliness around. But have you ever thought, is it really loneliness? Just a matter of perspective. Have you ever screamed in those placid zephyrs and told them that you are free, free, free? Have you ever thought that those walls are quiet, immobile because they are not free? Have you ever walked in those empty streets with stretched arms to welcome the freedom? Have you ever looked at the sky and thought how lucky we are to enjoy this blue spectacle? Have you ever smiled of your own without anybody's effort to make you smile? Have you ever listened to those rustles which are trying to talk to you? Have you ever observed the flow of river and found similarities in it that you too can flow wherever you like? Have you ever burst those tiny bubbles of loneliness? Have you ever thought that god has given you freedom not loneliness? Have you ever thought what you are following is not your perspective but you being lemmings? Just a matter of perspective.
©diyabedi
@mismagical @jeelpatel @branthan @alisdaire_ocaoimph @libertine13
#pod #dds #ceesreposts #tod_wt #bob_201 #6_11 #atd #writerstolli #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeworld #yaish_//Just a matter of perspective//
©diyabedi -
pmscribbles
128w
Last December we were high on life
The wine glasses dripped
Empty bottles rolled to the corners
Our laughter filled the rooms
Last December
We were young crazy and stupid
Shared our sorrow
Laughed at our heartbreaks.
Last December, the lights were on till midnight
And we shared dreams
We had a life planned out
We pictured life after 10 years.
Last December
We were together under a roof
Living life,
Making a home away from home
This December
We're each living separate live
Sharing last December memories
As we each grow a little matured.
Last December.
©pmscribbles
