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HollowFor how long could I forget not to remember how the sunburn on my chest can stop my breath? How the thought of you leaks out with inhalation now the pain that is your life demands my grief?Hollow
Now the promise that I made to be your strength is as hollow as the void left by my heart beneath the ear that craved my words, your "good addiction", before the world became the toxin in your blood.
by ~maranga
MindslipSometimes I forget not to remember the sunburn on my chest that stops my breathMindslip
But the thought of you leaks out with inhalation and the pain that is your life demands my grief.
It is a moment of indulgence often countered with whispered sighs, dry tears and joyless grin. Breathe on! Lift up, chest! Get heaving! Prepare to free the air - just let it go.
by ~maranga
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You cried through our first kiss, I could taste your tears mingling with mine, I inhaled them with your scent and prayed they'd never stop -
Yes, I wanted you to cry.
I wanted to feel your heart Breaking beneath my fingertips and hear the catch of a sob In your desperate exhalations
I wanted you to cry...
I wanted us to share our tears, and asphyxiate you with my love Until the sun died its lonely death, I didn't want to let you go -
so yes, I wanted you to cry.
by `Flutterings
Cat and MouseI am an obsessive, possessive compulsive Besotted by your flawed brand of perfection, My love for you is a grasping fist - Crushing you, slowly suffocating, Squeezing the breath - and the resistance –Cat and Mouse
from your lungs, from your soul… Constriction breeds subtle friction,
You flail now and then like a landed fish,
But you can’t escape me darling… You can’t get away because you don’t want to, Your willpower has corroded, has eroded to dust
I am your heroin, killing you softly as the old song goes, Caressing your heart into fatal submission&#
by ~melancholy-delilah
untitled reality"reality sucks" he told me ---untitled reality
i feel untitled
mean ing less
just another flower in an overcrowded garden
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in front of a silent window i watch rain polish trees i watch
a leaf fall solitary alone
as a reader in a library
i wish we could get in bed with art gingerly hang our hearts forget about trying
the labor to maintain
forget the reality of us
but we can't it's there we're over
i shouldn't be writing this
by ~IAmPoetry
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The odour of my apathy
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The pilgrim that is me
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Poetry is truly boundless. It is my passion, I am the canvas.
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my poetry, lemon
both bitter and tart
you decide the taste of my art
©iampoetry
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Thank you for the
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Poetry is truly boundless. It is my passion, I am the canvas.
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my poetry, lemon
both bitter and tart
you decide the taste of my art
©iampoetry
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Believe me, you're better off not thinking about my
I live on Free Rice.
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