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It is not the future that I am afraid of
The prospect of repeating the past
Is what scares me the most
 Oct 2018 derailed-trains
ryn
Run the bow across the strings,
and play a tune.

Play my soundtrack.

Play it soft yet sharp
and wrenching.

Play it in the background.
Let the notes run in conflict,
depict agitation and foster
an increasing sense of foreboding.



Because I lay still this night
in perfect disharmony.
 Oct 2018 derailed-trains
ryn
Clutching an anvil
close to my chest
as I struggle
to tread the water.

I’m sinking...
I cannot seem to evade this sense of doom,
From the feeling of constantly failing when I was meant to bloom.
if the freckles
decorating my skin
were like the stars
dancing in the night sky
would you come near me
orbit around me
just long enough
to trace all the lines
to map out constellations
drift through galaxies
lose yourself
in space and time
if the scars
decorating my skin
were like the stars
dancing in the night sky
would you press close to me
fill the space between us
play connect the dots
just long enough
  to see the sunshine
in my atmosphere
 Oct 2018 derailed-trains
japheth
just keep writing;

write as if the sentences you create
were new languages waiting to be translated

write as if the words side by side
were meeting each other for the first time

write as if the letters on your keyboard, or the ink of your pen
were only created just to make the masterpiece you’re creating.

and don’t doubt yourself ever.

for the words you write,
may be someone’s sorrows,
may be someone’s joy,
may be someone’s hope for tomorrow.
I want to dive into your thoughts
and never come up
for air
sinking deeper
and deeper
until I drown in all the lines
you've wanted to write
but never have
can we get coffee sometime?
 Oct 2018 derailed-trains
Naomie
How relieving
To feel the effect
Of having held on
To the wrong person
Wear off slowly
With the action of letting go

It hasn't been easy
But it gets better by the day
As I resist the urge
To call you when I'm in town
These days the urge isn't there

I don't even think about it
Like I used to
I don't feel the pain
Like I used to
I don't yearn to know
Like I used to

I didn't know
That the choice I made
Would make all this difference
Turns out it's true
That time actually heals

You didn't choose me
And I chose to let you go
It took so much energy. But the results are definitely worth it
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