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Ithaca Dec 2019
She wants to feel again
What I have never felt.

She wants to see again
What I had thought unreal.

I want to fade to black
But don’t want her to cry.

We are a couple birds
Slowly falling from the sky.
For you, am I just
Emily Dec 2019
i dream far too much about the galaxy.
long to float through a sky,
void of problems and cares.
caress the moon with a gentle hand,
and thank him for getting me through the long nights.
i want to shine as bright as the stars,
inspire all of the people below.
dance along the milky way,
and make friends with a shooting star.

let her carry me into the next world.
Poet X Nov 2019
your teaching me
exactly how to hate myself
and with each flaw of mine you
point out I fantasize over
the lack of yours
so maybe I shouldn’t be falling for you
I definitely shouldn’t be falling for you
I shouldn’t, but I am.
Dreamscapes clenched in winter’s frozen grip.
Through which, with futility
Yet faithfully,
We slip.
Down from the heavens —
Down;
Amongst
Ablazed
Aerial
Aurorae.
A hopeless pair of snowflakes
Amongst a
Frosty
Frigid
Foray.
Perching on a wind gust:
Two
Scintillating
Snow-stars
Searching
For union in uniqueness,
But becoming
Lost
Looking
Lurching.

Our masks are many —
The cold chases us between characters.
Dreaming that your selves and mine,
Together,
Draw a starkly striking caricature.

Is it hopeless yet to ask
Whether in us we will find felicity?
Is there hope left in the dream
Of a snowy synchronicity?
Colm Sep 2019
Because you are
         A whole universe is
         I am addicted to you
Because I am
So addictive it can be.

To lose yourself in another person and their lack of answers.

Careful.
your eclipse Aug 2019
in another life,
i hope we still find a
way to each other

i hope we would stay
side by side until
the end of forever

in another life,
i hope we were happier
together.
kain Aug 2019
I'd rather see the world
Through a broken glass
Fragmented
Like I'm an insect
I'd rather see you
Looking through my bangs
You're blurry now
Like I'm dying
I'd rather see myself
Well
I'd rather not see myself
At all
My bangs are too long so I'm writing about it.
Crego Aug 2019
We parted ways
effortlessly
like two strangers
crossing the street.
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