EmptyTake another drink now; let’s forget how to be soberEmpty by xxdraxx
So I could throw up memories too painful to remember
There are no rules or regulations when you’re minds on the far side
We drown our demons in bottles and throw them to the night.
Drink enough and I’ll do something I’ll regret.
Send her a text and maybe we’ll wake in bed.
This next line won’t rhyme – it’s just you
‘Cause the only thing up in my mind is just you.
Okay, that was lame, see when I think of you
I get lost for words and all I spit is turd or worst,
I choke, when I’m depressed you’re someone I used to run to but
Now it’s all empty.
Fuck it I got more to say before my mind fades away,
I wonder what’ll be first, my life or your damn face,
You’re eyes, nose and lips, you were my sun.
So could you serenade this one time and become my gun?
Never mind, get me another round, so I could bleed out the sound
Of your voice, Am I drunk in love? Of cour
Keep It RealWhereas diasporic communitiesKeep It Real by xxdraxx
Have to been attempting to separate themselves
From harsh sun and seasons,
Without reason, others have built their lives between
The cracks of statements such as:
“Keep it real”
Or, “This shit is dope”.
Motherfuckers better realize
Now, is time to self-actualize.
Memories on The RocksHere in a little room of pretendMemories on The Rocks by gummi-bearsteve
Walls corroded, torn and cracked
In the middle lays a drink I no longer remember
Beside it; a picture badly faded and weathered
I recognize nothing but a distant smile
Something I haven't seen in a long while
My hand; insatiably reaches for the glass of mystery
Because somewhere between these tormenting pictures and wishful drinks
Somewhere between these sad walls and my ignorant memories
I have little to believe you were ever real
Truthful LiarDear Beloved,Truthful Liar by gummi-bearsteve
For you a rented smile
A silly giggle
And silent sigh
These are gifted lies
The truth is what you believe
And your belief is wasted on me
So, please accept this apology
For these invalid truths
For my hypocrite smile
And for these last three words
I am sorry
England.there once was a girl with an atlas for a heart.England. by Droid-Listless
her loves lived in red pins,
piercing tissue behind lacquer ribs.
she may unearth it, that you
might have stolen a glance. and she, watching
another heart trough, another pair of brows
gather disquiet, closed again.
"i'm not alone," her whispers rung the night,
peppered by the red pins, glitter against the last ladder
of light on the ceiling. careful reminders, listed love.
A Garden Full of Butterflies.When youth was sun and cloudless skiesA Garden Full of Butterflies. by shelleypalmer
and a garden full of butterflies,
and daisies waiting to be chains
in meadows where it never rained.
When lambs jumped joyous every spring
and I heard every bluebird sing
and all the adults told the truth
in the dream that was my youth.
When Santa granted every wish.
When my pond was filled with golden fish
and a cow leapt high to reach the moon
and Grampa sung a funny tune.
When paper dolls danced in a line
and sugared bread to eat was fine,
and adults never gave me rules
least not before I went to school!
When time was just an honoured guest
he flitted in – but took a rest.
Moving not, he watched me grow
in Happy-Ever-After glow.
All of this, it was my Truth
in lengthened days, where dwelt my youth –
when youth was sun and cloudless skies
and a garden full of butterflies...
KramusAnd then you were there.Kramus by YamiArah
I needed you and I wanted you
As an entity of the universe.
Not as a human being or animal
But as a soul searching for
An essence of light
That won’t completely kill
In its wake.
les visiteurs de minuitshipwrecked delirious at 89 bunker streetles visiteurs de minuit by ChampMagnetique
there lives my cloudberry doll
singing the songs of the blue hour
there lives my chantress with wax wings
my dormant (tor)mentor of keyhole view
reanimér les mémoires d'automne
in cryptic silence of ramshackle silo
too late! I noticed the pallor of peonies
now here come the sleepers of far-off borders
les visiteurs de minuit,
the soldiers of melancholy
obsessed with sacred orders
and the sleepers shall not be awaken
for their spirits are in a perfect rapture
along with pain that maddens my brain
that's when the hunter becomes the capture
that's when their sight turns into sick
la gloire ignoré, les yeux fatidique
A Change of Mind!The small arachnid, I called Fat Sid, crawled across the ceiling;A Change of Mind! by shelleypalmer
Its size was disproportionate to the fear that I was feeling.
It jogged its hairy, leggy way, and passed the ceiling light,
Glancing down at me disdainfully, in my immobile plight.
I couldn’t move, was hypnotized, with glassy eyes did stare,
As Fat Sid suddenly did speed and went to God-Knows-Where.
I searched the room, with trepidation, the chairs I overturned,
Looked in the smallest nooks and crannies, whilst my stomach churned,
My legs were quivering, I was shivering and then suddenly felt hot,
I wanted to find Sid, to get quite rid, but then part of me did not.
He couldn’t help his eight-legged form or hairs that grew abundant,
But the fact he would not hurt me was of little or no comfort.
I shook the curtains and cushion covers, but the blighter was not there.
Then I went into the hallway and searched thoroughly each stair,
And all this time, I thought of questions. Was he as scared as me?
I was a raging
When the heart dreams, the mind is silentSudden, faster beats,When the heart dreams, the mind is silent by skromnost
favorite caprice of him
ceased the rapids of thoughts
that dreadful growl
He bawls again:
Let me be, you dull windbag!
Your discipline and restrictions
are so deadening;
I understand and love the beauty of life
better than you,
so what if I suffer
as long as I am not like you.
Machines sounds of this world
Louder than human heartbeats
Only are ostensibly mightier;
Though, at times
I cannot hear my beating
due to some device knocking.
you are the same as the wall clock
or other device, so lifeless;
It makes circles,
crossing over the same numbers;
While your thoughts follow the same circular path.
Like two brothers.
You resemble more to a tool.
Mechanism, seemingly made with no defect
Domain, opposite to where mine prevail;
Striking difference between the two of us
Thereby your principle of work is known;
Once it is on a run
does not stop till it breaks.
Replaces spontaneity as sickness,
and does not permit anything alive pass the boundary.
Symphony of OneThe group of ten hush each otherSymphony of One by SubliminalFox
The chirping crickets of the night grow silent
The boy that never spoke
Eyes those around the glow of the crackling fire
He lifts up his pick
And prolongs a simple chord
Coolness in his face, he repeats the set
As he begins to sing about a lost soul, restored
They hang on every note
They cling to every word
They bend at the mercy
Of this symphony of one’s harmonious soul
Revisiting the chorus, he closes his eyes
His strumming picks up and then it dies
As his musical weapon cries softly
To the enevitable, melodical demise
The Heart In Me'Tis was a shred of me,The Heart In Me by neverpullthelever
That reflection in the mirror there.
Hardly worth a second glance,
My reflection in the mirror there.
'Tis no longer the heart in me,
That beating monster on the floor there.
Hardly worth a second glance,
My beating monster on the floor there.
I tore out my heart from whence it came,
And turned to look to my reflection.
'Tis no longer the heart in me,
On the floor, my bleeding deception.
HazelHi Hazel.Hazel by kidko123
I know that I've said this before,
but your eyes are beautiful.
They're so caring and worldly,
so full of wisdom
but so reluctant to show it,
so quiet when silence comes
yet still speaking volumes
just with a glance.
It's as if
they hold galaxies of wonder
and I just can't help but want to stare
whenever I get the chance.
I know it hasn't been long
and I know you're worried
that this is it,
but I promise you;
it hasn't even been
and I miss you
You make me want to see the world,
just because you do.
it's been years
since I've climbed a tree,
or tried to out-bike someone,
and I still can't believe
you actually beat me.
And I'm slightly afraid right now,
ever so slightly,
that I was bitten,
until I knew you,
I never knew ladybugs could bite.
So, I miss you Hazel.
And trust me,
me and you?
We'll make it last,
through and through.
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