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142 · Feb 2020
The space is a cold place
Redaviel Feb 2020
The space is a cold place
Distant, void, ******* cold, graveyard of everything old
The space is a cold place
The distance, however measurable, always feel unfairly far
The space is a cold place
I float without direction, sleeping, only dreaming of the day
That gravity will take me back to your warm face
136 · Mar 2020
Beast of Summer
Redaviel Mar 2020
Hot temperature surely took its toll
On me as I reach to the last glass of water
It is a boring day, with no one to call
Whether summer or spring, it doesn't matter

I must be seeing things or dreaming
An annoying girl is beside my bed
It must be heat that I am hallucinating
I need something to beat my tired head

Her hair is white, childlike appearance
Her skin is soft, with a cute accent
But she is talkative, an annoyance
I think she might've been my godsent

But there is one thing that I realized
She looks like older version of an old friend
As if my memories of her materialized
And I still have things to make amend

She follows me wherever I go
And amazes at the first thing she sees
She is a ghost, thing she doesn't know
I want for her soul to be in peace

For that to happen, I gathered old friends
And make her wishes come true
Maybe she will be at peace when that time comes
And the skies will be then again blue
133 · Apr 2020
Simple poem about family
Redaviel Apr 2020
A family with color and sound and warmth
Becomes a monotone paradise of silence
When the walls aren't cared for
When the windows are always kept closed
And people forget to put wood in the fireplace
Dusty ceilings, slippery floor, unheard feelings,
Withered plants, column of ants, tattered pants
And you wonder why the sun doesn't shine anymore
122 · Jun 2020
I missed you
Redaviel Jun 2020
Our story might've not been one for bookstores
It didn't end on a good note or peaceful credits
But you'll find that the front door is always open
I tried different locks and different people to get by
But you're still the key that'll let me come back home
In your living room, I felt like living again for good
But it was wishful thinking, a fool's dream
And I have to live a life without the best
And if I have to live again, I must let go
But I can't, and I won't

— The End —