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eve Aug 2020
every now & then
i can’t explain why
i feel like reaching out
to someone i’ve outgrown.
throughout the years
i never thought to see you again
as i lay under the stars
the moon shines a special light onto me
for once in my life
everything looks and feels clear
your face paces back & forth in the back of my mind
but i toss it to the side
what we could...
could not.
get lost in the thought of you
wxnderlust
Unknown Jul 2020
Dear OCD,
You made me hate myself
You made me scared
You made me angry
You made me suicidal
You are not even a person
You are a chemical imbalance in my brain
In my mind
Feeding off my pain
And torture is your everything
You made me lock myself in my room scared of something i will never do
You made me nauseous
You made me inflict self harm
You made me so scared of my own beauty i couldn't even see through my own eyes
How beautiful and strong i am
Blinded by your words
i hated it
I hated your presence so much i even was ready to end it all
But
I am not alone
There are many like me in this world
I know now that you do not define me
You will never make me do these things
I do not fear you no more
I am tired of this fear
I am letting myself be happy whether or not you are here
My pure obsession
Gauri Pandit Jul 2020
The moon reminds me of you,
i mean how beautifully we both
try to fight with the darkness.
i mean just look at both of us. how we just fight to protect each other from this ****** up world
OpenWorldView Jul 2020
etched into my mind
you fill my dreams with pure love
let us never wake
escaping reality
Amy I Hughes Jul 2020
I can't stop cleaning
My knuckles are dry
Red
Rivers of disinfectant fill the parched cracks of my skin
A storm in a gorge
There's too much dust
A sandstorm
I swipe it away
It comes back!
Dark grey tufts of storm clouds
That I, with my
Mighty Hand
Brush away
Insignificant

But it's not nothing
I know what it is

I tear the filled pages
Out of my notebook
Cast them away
They're impure
Scribbled on
Clean white pages are all I need
The purity of sacred bleach

Smell the chemicals, the cleanliness
Destroy the dust, keep order
Tear the paper, fall like rain

It's never nothing
I know what it is
When I'm emotionally blocked, I clean. I clean like I'm being paid for it.
Khyati Jun 2020
Wandering all alone,
In that little dark world.
Ruling the whimsical section,
Was that weird girl.

Little did she know, one day
A  light so inconceivable and  bright ,
Would soon turn the darkness ,
Into something , this pure and divine.

He sculptured the words so beautifully
Each letter glued, with an alluring bond.
Each thing so pleasantly spoken ,
As if swivelling his magical wand.

Escaping each and every night,
From the falseness yet reality outside.
They always found a soothing comfort,
In the trees, clouds,  birds and skies.

Extraordinary is their connection,
Insane are their talks.
He gave life to her soulless world
With his gleaming highway walks!
You are like the moon
Pure and opaque..
Can be described as nothing but a giant flake.
Desirable enough to cause many heartbreak.
You are a beautiful dream from which i never wanna wake...
city of flips Jun 2020
anthem

we pledge allegiance
to each other, our state
of-just-the-two-of-us,

hands on each other’s
heart, we cocoon, snuggle,
it’s always warm in our land

like Camelot, never rains,
always in agreement, every
votes never tied, for we are

a colorless world, only one,
the color of the day, is what
we feel, create, and believe

we sing only duets, our music,
only perfect pitch harmonies,
this our anthem, sung twice daily

when the sun should rise,
and when it should set, but,
since our sun never leaves

we do it for pure pleasure
some days, I love me my simple.
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