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[hathaway-hayes]

076

Strings sing of blunder. I wished you were there a cold, Cold night, years prior.

H.H. (2014)

[imperialsid]

read a poem: night in the city

night in the city Night in the City Kisses beside flashing lights I stay warm in your arms The awakening of the nights house service ignoring the smoke alarms Under the aura of enigmatic skyscrapers Where the homeless squat and sleep Flies defeated by rolled up newspapers Drivers drinking together in the parking deep. Naked children sleep on the sidewalks You and I trod oblivious and…

[nightmareevara]

That urge to turn your giggles into moans

[moon0-0stone]

How many doors I have to exit before I finally leave?

[deadlypoetacademia]

I don't know about soulmates but I just wish everyone had that one person in their lives in front of whom they can be vulnerable. In front of whom, they never have to fake their emotions, they never have to think before speaking, never have that fear of being judged. Just to yap about random things, to have that comfortable silence with, I wish everyone had someone and no one feels alone.

[originalferal]

no one ever told me i would spend so many nights forgiving people who didn't even apologize.

[oldschool-romantic]

- Alfa

[disguisedfeelings]

“Because when a writer gives you a gift as precious as their work, they give you their trust, their control, their heart put to paper.”

Lancali, I Fell In Love With Hope

[crowded-empty-places]

i dreamt of you again your absence always present as if a blanket on my shoulders that makes me transparent

and i mix with this absence i dissolve in it i become part of it and it a part of me

[hathaway-hayes]

042

The open seeks - aggression.

The closed, a beckoning, A reckoning, An oncoming irritation.

And the other, only silence, a quiet -

Of the deepest venom I’d taste, The sort that so painfully soaks, The bitter cold that ends us slowly.

And literally, with

Not one movement at all. – H.H. (2023)

[gargiyadav]

What do I do with my grief?

I know not how to handle my grief.

Where to put it, how to tame its insurmountable spirit.

How to sing it lullabies for my voice always crackles up.

How to call out its name without fearing the worst.

What to say to it when it comes running to me like a child.

What to whisper in its ears so as to soothe its wild nerves.

I know I can very well discard it, get rid of it forever, but if that would have been possible, i would not be writing this poem today titled, "what do I do with my grief"

I know not how it's so capable of being so alive when I, the harbourer, has died so many times.

Isn't this grief that I carry in my belly, my child?

If that's the case, it should have died long time ago.

But here it is, chuckling and stretching its limbs, looking at me with its endearing eyes, waiting to be picked up with utmost affection.

[nightmareevara]

"Maybe in another-" No, we are each other's soulmates in every universe and in every lifetime because we are going to make this workout and we are not going to give up on each other.

[moon0-0stone]

I say I don't care but nobody cares more than I do..

[deadlypoetacademia]

What am I? Just a paradox. I am insecure to the point I hate myself but I do love myself to the point of insanity, I can talk till sunrise one day and won't even speak about anything the other, one moment I am laughing like a mad person, next, I am crying without any reason. Something between a hopeless romantic and a strong independent woman. This is what I am. Just a paradox.

[originalferal]

[beautifulballoonface]

Maybe it happens on the days we just want to be loved. Not desired but loved. And in those moments we feel the loneliest.