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Look at my actions, see what I’ve done,
How I wasted my life just for your fun.
A laughable man, a pathetic shadow,
One blade of grass in your vast meadow.

To let you shine, I refused to bloom,
On my own life, I cast certain doom.
Love and loyalty, that’s all I sought,
You said you cared and needed space, I thought.

You kept me close, my fire still burned,
Then you left, became cold, I never turned.
I should’ve known you weren’t my fate,
But that truth arrived far too late.

Now I see clearly, finally free,
You were never really interested in me.
My feelings were toys you’d break to feel whole,
Just to ease the ache inside your soul.

I won’t stop loving, I’ll always care,
But I can’t stay trapped in your snare.
No longer a tool for your selfish need,
You’ll never love me back, now I’m freed.

Enough years waiting, now I’m done,
If you want me back, I’ll be gone.
Enough tears spilled in a cold bed,
I’m no longer the heart you shred.
Black are the shadows of buildings at night,
Dark clouds are heavy like wool made of steel,
Streetlights have depressing, dim yellow light,
Past Soviet towers, their mood you can feel.

Concrete grey giants tell stories of pain,
Cold wind brings tidings lost somewhere in time,
Heavily falls down an intrusive rain,
Soaking those walls just so you can not climb.

Eyeliner washed down like desperate black tears,
Anguish and joy here are merging to one,
Endless dark windows of cubical fears,
Relics of an age that is not fully gone.

Look at those giants, what do you see?
Do you feel unease and poetic ache?
Look at those shadows, be honest with me,
Their feelings black will your spirit unmake.
Pranalee shah Jul 10
How do I convince my hand not to
stab me?
Every night i slit my wrists
with the blades they gave me,
I tear my heart open to make it a misery
Death isn’t my muse
Yet it chases my words till i cant breathe
My scars burn with agony
as their words choke me with cruelty
O dear tell me how do I convince my
hand not to stab me?
      
                                            ~pranalee
Pranalee shah Jul 10
May i die in my sleep,
for the words I’ve been told.
Their Blades are stained with my blood.
Harsher words don’t stab me anymore,
But the emptiness does
Before i cut my heart open
I wish they would **** me
While i sleep soundly
Cheyenne Jul 7
I lived in a vast darkness.
A fragile silence that even choked sobs could break.
But the black glass of quiet shattered,
When you battered the door.
Its hinges screamed,
Just as you did.
I cowered in the corner when I heard the bottle explode,
From where you threw it.

Then it was a blur.
Threats to give me a "real reason" to cry.
More glass smashed against the oak, before it collapsed onto the tile floor.

A sudden clarity filled me as I heard the click of a lock.
You had trapped me here.
The dark I had once longed to be in became a cage.

I screamed.
Begged.
Clawed the wood until my fingers bled and the paint peeled.
But you stomped away,
Leaving me in a suffocating blackness.

Time had passed differently then.
A day had become weeks,
But also a second.
Hunger consumed me and I was left to rot in my own filth.
The acrid smell from the bottles on the other side of the door burning my nose.

I don't know how long I was in there.
I don't know if I'll ever find out.
I don't know if I'll ever be the same again.

I still sleep with a light on,
And I still sleep with my room door open.
And I refuse to open the hall closet
That you put me in as a punishment,
For accidentally breaking a small vase.
hiliana Jun 26
he left
he left with not a choice
but mere force
my father
the man I loved the most
was taken in front of my eyes without a choice
I will never understand why
why must there be penalty if not porcelain skin and perfect
my oh my he never had that choice
how I wish we meet again
I hope we have that choice
my darling father
you were taken by a country who never understood you
oh my dear father
I wish us both a choice
a chance for father and daughter
to reunite
wrote this at night, thinking about my dad
Maria Jun 19
No more words. You’re right, it’s enough
Of mussy clusters of meaningless phrases.
All thoughts are chilled and are wrapped in pain.
It’s not an interesting story for us.

Colors have faded, cleaned out with time.
The beauty’s become decrepit in whole.
The past has been a depressing burthen.
An emptiness’s hanged over us in full.

There’re no more words.
Feelings are rootless.
We’re free of each other.
Our love is bootless.
It's the story about the end of love.
Thank you very much for reading it! 🙏💖
I don’t really like who I am when I’m next to my friends,
I feel someone else every time I close the living room door in my apartment.

My mom’s at home.
I can’t recognize how I act when I’m living with my family,
If I lock the bathroom door, I feel myself now.

How can I be someone else when I’m still the person I am in any situation?
How can I feel myself when I’m alone if that means no one’s watching?
Does it mean no one is ever gonna know who I am?

Who will I be when I meet someone new?
Who will talk about me with sureness?

I still lock the doors of any room I’m in.
Reece Jun 6
I went on a walk,
I found a tree,
In its branches,
Was your face staring back at me.
I began to cry,
I couldn’t stop,
It made me realize how much I miss you,
Since you’re gone.
I know it’s been years,
But it still burns,
I find myself shedding tears,
As the world continues to turn.
I still hear your voice,
Playing on repeat,
In my head,
In a desperate plea,
To convince myself,
With a placebo,
That perhaps,
You didn’t leave us alone.
But it’s getting faint,
As I forget,
How your voice once sounded,
But I don’t want to lose you yet.
How can I move on,
From someone,
Who touched my heart,
Now that you’re gone?
Another poem for my late grandma on my father's side.
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