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Winter Sparrow Nov 2019
What's your star sign? Let me guess a Leo?
I felt it. You're strong.
And charming.
Proud even, like a lion.

I'm a Pisces, a romantic...
Oh, you are too? Ok!
You like a challenge as well,
yeah, me too.

And you're an adventurer.
An artist as well. Smart and Free.
I like your soul. Your face. Your body.
I love, your mind.

I barely get lost. I know my way around the world.
I know how to protect myself against monsters.
Even my own. But your eyes;
I'm lost. I know the exit, yet not where they lead to.

Don't give me the map. Its ok.
I can handle it. Let the green light be the guide.
You're fragile and sensitive.
You're bare, unfiltered.

I like that a lot. And you like me too?
I'm...in awe. Wow. You? Really?
I...thank you, beautiful lady.
I appreciate you.

What can you teach me?
Lets exchange lessons.
A give and take.
You seem wise. Enlighten me.
“you look down, what’s wrong?”

“i’m fine.”

“...well you don’t look fine, bud.”

“...”

“what could you be sad about anyways? you’re breathing! you’re alive! you’ve got so much to live for in your life! quit complaining, you’re only pitying yourself.”

“****. you. honestly.”

“it speaks!”

“seriously, *******.”

“**** me? why? is it because i’m too busy over here living a happy life, not pitying myself about **** that doesn’t matter?”

“SHUT THE **** UP. YOU LITERALLY CAME TO ME TO ASK WHAT WAS WRONG, YOU’VE GOT NO CLUE WHAT’S ON MY MIND. ******* FOR GOING OFF ON ME THE WAY YOU DID. YOU SHOULD’VE KEPT YOUR MOUTH SHUT IF ALL YOU WERE GOING TO DO WAS BELITTLE ME. HOW ON EARTH COULD YOU KNOW WHAT WAS GOING ON INSIDE OF ME, YOU BARELY GAVE ME A CHANCE TO OPEN UP. AND I WAS HESITANT TO DO SO BECAUSE YOU’VE BELITTLED ME BEFORE. I DON'T DESERVE THE DEMONS IN MY MIND, NEVERTHELESS A ******* FROM YOU.”

“...”

“i’m not ******* pitying myself. i’m angry at myself, i’m sad about my life, i’m regretful for who i’ve hurt and why. i’d explain the stories behind these feelings but now i realize how unworthy you are of those. *******.”

“jesus man, i’m sorry, i didn't realize how upset you were.”

“i wasn’t upset, i was down, NOW i’m upset.”

“well i’m sorry, didn’t mean to make you feel that way bud...”

“it’s fine. sorry for lashing out.”

“although, i’m not sorry that the universe likes me and is my friend. i guess that’s why i can’t relate.”

“yeah well, i’m sorry it isn't ******* mine.”

-melancholicreator
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We used to talk for hours,
Through messages on our phones,
About anything and everything,
Even moans and groans.

We use to chat alot,
Catching gossip and thoughts,
About how hot or cold it was,
And I'm always wearing shorts.

I used to wake to a message,
"Good morning
Was written about a friend who we spoke pretty much everyday for months, about everything and anything. We used to check our phones constantly to see if they had replied or messaged me. But now its like a one way conversation. And its sad. Like we're falling away from each other. Like I've been replaced. Or I'm just over thinking. Probably the latter.
Winter Sparrow Nov 2019
I am trying hard you know;
To avoid conversation.
Had you been boring...or dumb
Things would be much easier.

If this was only the cravings of the flesh.
Things would just be dealt with once we meet.
I am trying hard...trust me I am.
And I don't want to break the silence.

Because I know how much you want this wall.
But what about that conversation we didn't finish?
What about your likes and dislikes?
Tell me all about them!!

I want to know a lot more.
But you're much stronger then I am.
And youre doing the right thing.
Im the weak one here.

I never thought, i would crave a simple hello this much.
I appreciate the distance. And I understand it.
But...It ain't easy.
I hope i can resist.
sunday Nov 2019
Measure me.

Can you quantify the gradients of emotions
I spin through daily?

If I awake from years of passivity,
will you still know how to walk through years of
conversation and growth?

I hate when
I call upon the gods of anxious hearts,
The ones who have troubled
every decision you have made.

They make your commute from genuine emotions
to a grey, murky house full of
players pretending to be teams,
blue's pretending to be rainbows,
and persons pretending to be people.

Come here and hold my hands.
Mine have been missing their fingerprints
for countless lifetimes.
Touch my incomplete, hungry dreams.
You alone can.
I alone can.

Can I?
A poem I think?
Crow Oct 2019
(what do you want from me?)

i want you to come with me,
deep below,
down beneath,
let me bury you.

(would it be quiet down there?)

yes,
with dirt in your ears,
dirt on your tongue,
the silence so beautiful.

(and if i don't like it, can i dig myself up again?)

no,
but you won't want to.
the earth will hold you,
the dark will warm you,
the worms will sing to you.

you will never be lonely again.  

(then bury me,
hold me,
don't ever let me go.)
bury me.
else Oct 2019
Under the orange sunset
Our arms wrapped around pillows
Have you ever felt that
Comfort below weeping willows?

We are here, far from home,
So let me listen to your stories
From outside this sweltering dome.
Let me listen to your worries.

Don't you dare say sorry,
Don't say you're fine,
Don't be scared, don't hurry,
Your secrets are mine.

Here it is only us and the furniture,
Glowing with the golden sun.
For now, just forget the future
And focus on the now, the fun

from a long, long time ago,
In a faraway place perchance,
Remember how winds used to blow
Free. Your family, friends, romance...

Tell me more, till you are sore,
I am here, one with the air,
Listening as your teas pour
And comfort you, show that I care

for you…
Now there is no fear.
Just your sweet tea and tears
enslaved in the atmosphere...

You talk and talk, on and on...
Recursion. Infinite loop.
But what about me?
Would you do the same for my bitter, black tea?
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