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Viktoriia Jul 16
it's a collection of intrusive thoughts,
you've been taking care of it for so long,
developing an attachment to it,
putting other attachment issues on hold.

it's the most worthless precious thing you have,
the rest of them might not see it, but you do.
the rest of them overlook your worth, too,
so casual you're not even sure it's still there.

such a funny story until it's not,
an impossible theory no one can prove wrong,
it's a collection of intrusive thoughts
that you've been in possession of for so long.
Viktoriia Jul 16
stepping back through the looking glass,
you might like the delusion,
but you don't like the questions it asks.
this version is only appealing at night
with your eyes shut tight,
but it leaves no favourable impression
in the daylight.
you long for a moment that's long gone,
a solution to a problem that's unsolvable,
choking on your own metaphors
for a life you once knew, way before,
a perpetual cliffhanger
that leaves you waiting for more,
but you're already faced with an excess.
you don't want to go back,
you're just mesmerised by the allusion,
reaching out to you
through the looking glass.
My biggest fear was
My loved ones, passing, dying
I guess it’s because
Being lonely is mortifying

That was such a mindful
Thing to be scared of
Like I am forgetful
But I never forget love

Yet now I am afeared
Frightened maybe
They cheered
I didn’t see

I missed out
I feel scared, but also mad
That’s what this is about
I am so afraid, it makes me sad

It’s so selfish
My biggest wish is to be happy
I want to distinguish
The world not being ******

And one of my deepest fears
Is ending up like you
My eyes filled with tears
Not knowing what to do.
Sophia Jul 15
I woke up early that day
but once I peeled open my eyes
realisation clouded them
as reality blinded me,

I fell asleep that day
despiration pulling me away
from the atrocities of the waking world
as I lay in bed crying and wailing,

A bit of me died with you that day
as my heart did fall apart
solemn and invisible
but I still feel you now
and know you never left
because I woke up early that day
to spend more time with you.
I am not scared of death.
In fact, I find her attractive.
I like the thrill of being close to her.

I want her to hold me close.
I want her to be mine.
I want to be hers.

But my family wouldn’t approve of her.
And I love my family more,
Than I could ever love her.

So I keep my distance.
She’ll be mine someday,
She’ll be mine no matter what I say.
Samuel E Jul 14
Amber trees shed leaves
To make an earthy cradle
For new seeds to grow.
Saw a haiku. Felt like putting one together.
mysterie Jul 14
what happens after death?
no one really knows.
and honestly --
i don't think
i want to know.

some say
you go to heaven.
or hell.

others like to believe in
the afterlife,
in ghosts,
in wandering,
in haunting what's
left behind.

but me?
i just like to think
its just
that it's a kind of closure.
one thats quiet,
and final.
the kind that doesnt need
to be explained.
death doesn't scare me but losing the people i love does 💔
date wrote: 10/7
The uniVerse Jul 13
I can’t tell you how much I miss her
or I might begin to cry
it may just be the idea of her
and my memory is a lie
either way, there is a deep-rooted longing
the need for companionship and belonging
someone to share my love and passion
feel free to call me old fashioned
but I miss her whoever she was or could be
her that fulfilled all my needs
where have you gone the love of my life
I know the answer I know that you died
tell me how I fill that void
that hole where a heart once sat
now those feelings I try to avoid
now I only deal in facts
the fact is I talk to strangers
about everything but love
how can I tell them how much I crave her
about what really is and was
now I use my body to numb the pain
so many strangers
so many forgotten names
I can’t name her
or remember her voice
I can’t even say she loved me back
or that she really had a choice
so please please cut me some slack
if I step out of line
and if I look a little down
please ask again if I say I’m fine.
This is a deeply personal poem that's been sitting in my drafts since 2019 as I could not bring myself to post it, why now? Maybe its time.
Lay me down in a field of flowers,
So I can breathe in the grass as it grows.
I've made my trek a thousand miles,
In a willful traipse of bloodied bones.
I've built my sward to survive the stories,
I've built a fortress of bramble and stone.
Protect my body and cage my mind,
Let me live in quiet hushed sorrow -
May a river of tears flow from my head,
And nurture the land born of my flesh.
May the tales that I have read,
Exist in me eternally,
Exist in me, for in my thicket of thorn,
I have lived one thousand lives,
And for each one, I vow to die,
A thousand, bittersweet
Deaths.
- C.c
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