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Kalliope Jun 9
I will lose all that I am,
I will lose all that I desire
Because that's what runners do
They run after they start the fire
And maybe I am walking now
But that doesn't change the past
I set the house on fire and
I can't expect you standing there when I walk back
But still I'll pace around the wreckage-
Searching for glimpses of you
And all I'll find is smoke and fire- you loved me, I punished you
I'll take the time to rebuild and maybe you'll circle back, I won't expect you stay but maybe you'll visit the girl who left fire in her tracks
Kalliope Jun 9
So tell me love, do you feel better now?
Have all your questions been answered, will you let it die out?

Tell me love- did it fix your pain?
Is your chest no longer aching? Are you finished storming rain?

Tell me love, can you really accept it? You're not just a lighter you're
also a match stick

Tell me love what have you learned?
Did you really learn your lesson- will everyone get burned?

Tell me love will it make a difference? You want to change but you're never good with this

Tell me love you think it's all fate? That a few months of work can replace all your hate?

Tell me love- for you know it's true, you're a star burnt out and he's too good for you

Tell me love- can you stay this course? Or will you stop arguing with me once your voice is hoarse?

So tell me love did your mind untangle? Or did you just ramble on wishing your own neck you could strangle?
When everything goes quiet,
I begin to argue with myself
Yashkrit Ray Jun 9
If a mirror could fall in love,
It would be you.
If a mirror could stare for hours,
It would stare at you.
If a mirror was to show something,
It would show the light reflected from you.
If that mirror had to introduce itself,
It would introduce you… to you.
More than a reflection — a mirror sees the light in you, just as someone in love sees beyond the surface.
Yashkrit Ray Jun 8
The clock that does not tick anymore,
The sea that does not soar anymore,
The joy that does not roar anymore—
My soul suddenly went silent;
The body does not feel anymore.
ajasco Jun 8
steady, steady
the waters billow.

time has come
for me to let down my sails.

drifting away
in search of myself.

where i got lost —
i cannot say.

but the tempest is calmed
and to the waters i must go.
Yashkrit Ray Jun 8
Remembering the shadows
Staring at the footprints left behind,
All through the journey—
A heart filled with regrets,
And eyes pouring futility.

Can’t blame the seasons,
No use cursing the mirror.
Life’s been falling like a dried leaf,
And the mind is filled with chaos.

Still, there’s a calmness in the silence,
And regrets hold a deeper meaning.
Fallen leaves enrich the soil—
Where new life begins.
Kalliope Jun 6
There's no point of yearning,
I can't have you now
This longing it's hurting,
and bringing me down
I don't want to let you go,
but I can't have you wait
I wish the circumstances were better,
or that I was someone you hate
You deserve someone steady,
not this constant tide
While you came to my carnival,
you never wanted a ticket to this ride
I borrowed glitter from ghosts
and disguised my pain,
You came here for peace,
not my torrential rain
Sometimes loving someone is realizing you aren't what their heart was meant to weather,
And forever questioning what could have been different if they showed up after my clouds cleared
My victories are none
In this looking glass of mine
Only these faults remain
To drown me in their endless eyes
Kalliope Jun 5
Just like money that I can't save,
Stored up envy that keeps me caged,
Dazzling stones I'll never be given,
The calm grassy meadows when
spring has risen,
That painful neon sign before a night
full of sinnin'
Subtly surrounded by an evergreen glow, 'till one day I'm moss-from head to toe
And yet it's still my favorite
d0r1an Jun 4
You asked the river

"Who are you?"

The river answered:

What a human question
Am I the water flowing beneath your feet?
Am I the mouth that gives birth to me?
Am I the branches that reach into the sea, becoming something new?
Am I the droplets that shape me, an ever-moving snake from the bird's eye?
Am I the earth and the rocks under the water, the bed that gives me space to move?
Am I the picture in your mind of a place that never changes, still in its meaningless movement?

Am I not all these things at once?
Am I not the same as you, ever-changing and infinite?

Let me ask you a question, then.

The river says,

Who are you?
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