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Purple CupPerhaps will I try a different cup of tea tonight
I will drink it from this cup
Coloured dark purple and burgundy
Warm, like a hug
Received from someone dear
Almost a bit spicy
Or with the taste of cinnamon
No, not quite that either
I am not sure
Anyways, the taste is magnificent
How I want the cup to never turn empty
Lullaby SongAnd now I have lived long enough
Seen what the world can offer
Born and raised, laughed and cried
I love it, and I suffer
It's time for me to go to sleep
And may that sleep be long
Stay with me, let thine voice
Whisper a lullaby song
Hold my head in thine pretty hands
So when I die I will be blessed
Don't mind my cough, that's normal now
I'm cursed, who would've guessed
Let thine skirt be my last pillow
My light will soon go away
Afraid to close my eyes
Stay here tonight, you may
Tomorrow morning, don't cry for me
I've been dead for so long
Born and raised, my last wish
Is to hear your lullaby song
RainRain makes everyone sad. The sky is crying. No. I always become happy when it rains. It is so beautiful. Water drops are merged until they are so heavy they fall from the sky. The water hits the ground, trees, houses, roads and whatever upon the surface of the earth. It gives the plants and animals the liquid they need to grow. It fills our rivers and lakes. It makes everything green. Every colour in the nature turns brighter.
People shun the rain. Why? One of the best things I know is to walk in the rain, under an umbrella. I am in my own little world then, away from people, and I can really see the world around me. I am let alone with my thoughts. I’m thinking of how lucky I am to live in such a place; in a world where everything is connected. How beautiful!
However, then I become sad. I remember how humans are taking distance from this connection. We are destroying it. We won’t be part of it. Roads and cities are built to our advantage. We give the nature less area. We f
TeaI'll just have this one
Last cup of tea
Quite a big cup though
The tea is still hot
So soothing for the inner of my throat
Delicious, I'd say
However, I wish there was not
So much left
Please forget I exist
And do whatever you intended to
Prioritise other things for once
Trust me, I'd be happy
There's nothing more I want
Than to see your smile
No matter how you got it
One day won't mean you'll forget me
And I do participate so very much in your daily life already
Please, just for today
Who I am
Find a reason to smile
As long as you're happy
My smile will come forward as well
LieWhat will happen?
You will leave me
Say you're busy
Then walk behind my back
and straight into her arms
You will kiss her
Maybe even love her
Behind closed doors
You will forget
I'm even here
That was to be expected
I'm not that much to you
What a stupid lie
I've been telling myself
My mind is fucked
Filled with all these questions
What will happen?
Not the right moment to ask
The courage is not even there
I just know you do
You regret so badly
That your eyes
Even looked at my direction
How can you sleep at night?
You are dislodging the memory
Of us even speaking that night
That must be
There are no other
Sensible reason explaining
Wish I could do
Though for me it doesn't matter
Or does it?
Well, that information is
Leave me alone
And continue living your life
Forget I ever existed
And stay happy without any memories
IdentityIdentities are fun
Sometimes, we know ours
And try changing it
Sometimes, we change it
We are our identities
We try finding it
So we can realise who we are
When we figure out
We might want to start from the beginning
Build a new one
Forget the old version of ourselves
Can we run away from who we are?
If we lose our identity
Who are we then?
Just an empty shell without a soul?
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
now i see the stars.there was a time when i
couldn't catch my breath whenever i
thought about you , (crippled lungs and-
boy, you hit me like an asteroid,
there's a crater on my chest now that I can't ever seem to fill,
oceans of my tears cried on
nights when you couldn't be there to sing me to sleep.
thirty two poemless days after you joined the constellations,
i walked out into the yard and howled to the empty sky,
for a moment i was Gaea, rivers running down my cheeks,
weighted to the ground and
buried in myself, but
where there is no light there are no shadows, and
sometimes, i wonder if i miss me.
yes, yes i do.
i may not see the moon, but
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
i am made of nights like theseativan boy, you cannot empty out this skull -
not with a pen nor with a bullet. you can
be my hallowed head(case) for spitting out
words like teeth; oh, but i will only love you
when you're weary. i will keep crows caged
between your lungs like veins, like palpitations.
i will rot you through bones & car radios,
but i will never get (you) out of your skin.
ScienceI am more than my
F L A W S;
a masterpiece of
S C A R S
a delicacy of
D R E A M S
a sculpture of
B O N E S
R E A C T I O N
a well of
Abuse Is Sometimes NecessaryPush and pull at her long hair, topple her to the solid ground,
elbow her sharply in the raw gut, shove her harshly around.
Scratch him in the pale face, punch him in the broken jaw,
do anything necessary to him that's considered breaking the law.
And when she cries because you've punched her, let her be,
and observe her when she returns to her habitual smoking.
When she passes out next day, because she's drunken too much booze,
slap her in the face once more, though many would consider it abuse.
When he can hardly walk because he thinks he's high in the clouds,
rip the needle out of his arm, and with your nails, slash him across the sweaty brow.
Grab them and shake them till their battered and bruised,
tear at their heart, scream in their ears until you've reached the point of verbal abuse.
And when she falls into your chest, and he collapses to the ground,
pull them closely, and whisper, “We can turn this all around.”
And rehab is a necessity for all of you, because you'v
surgeryi promised not to scar
my skin. so i cut out my
brain and hurled it into
just like cancer, the worst of me is dead.
Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)
I hope the title caught your eye,
because this is about you.
Many of us speak in superlatives
and ambiguous language.
In imagery-laden text masquerading
underneath double entendres
keeping us from a part of the truth.
But purple streaks and red bands,
harp strings and soft hands
don't begin to explain
the love I have for you.
So I lay these words down
simple in its vulnerability,
blemished and raw in its purity.
The term lissome fits you in many ways,
but not necessarily it its textbook form.
I speak on the part that is not readily seen
but what is easily most cogent.
Your consciousness' cognizance
is graceful in the way
you fold one syllable over
another, supple in its meaning
that can take many forms
going from idle lies
to how we idolize hollow eyes
and uncovered hip bones.
Elegance is an understatement,
but I refuse to speak in cliche superlatives.
I speak honestly
but not with exaggerated grandeur.
Because your immediate app
CryDon`t you see my tears?
I`m crying for you
I`m crying for what I lost
And for what I never had
I`m crying for what I`ll never get
But I`m not sure
Why I cry today
It is said that words
Can hurt more than you think
And indeed, they can
But my tears are not
For the spoken words
At least, they are not this time
I cry for the words no one said
I cry for the silence that came
No one ever told me
What they wanted to say
Their thoughts remained unspoken
I lost the most precious thing in life
I lost the key
To my happiness
I`m searching for it, everyday,
But I just can`t find it
I`ve lost my sight
My eyes are covered
Covered with all these tears
Why can`t you see
The emptiness I feel?
Why can`t you look
Behind the smile I put on?
When I say "everything`s fine"
Just know that I am lying
So you don`t have to feel
The same as I do
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