#spilled poety

[maxinewisewrites]

eyes water.

thoughts fade.

memories blur.

how could

someone

be capable

of such

sickened trauma?

don’t answer.

I am no longer

fond of answers.

I am no longer

my past self.

[danielleelizabethhh]

Six Years

Six years later

The sunrise glows through my glass painted windows

Six years later

I drive in my car with my windows

down as the wind is kissing my cheeks

Six years later

I’m singing the songs that reminds me

of my heart breaks

Six years later

I’m writing poetry about the ones who

left their imprints on my heart

Six year later

I’m alive

and sharing nothing but

love

with the world-

even though the darkness

was my

closest

friend

[florslunae]

𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑒

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

[alexdelormepoetry]

There are languages inside of me of which I do not speak.

Alex Delorme

[my-luck-wit-yo-girl]

My love has been given & never returned back equally it’s sad & it’s ok; for as long as it’s never changing me to love someone next less & less. People tell me all the time they wish more people were like me out in the world… I do too! Perhaps then my heart wouldn’t be involved in someone else’s playing recklessly on my already battered love field. Dishing out stress heart test from my own dug out. Just to see how much it can handle before a once home… runs flatlines again after any bases being loaded. To what I owe the pleasure, of not seeing your true faces in spaces you opted to fill & left traces; of a love you so profoundly fouled & snuck in one last meaningful strike.—Lathea Byrd(L.B.)

[shahahsanpoetry]

Entombed Lamentations

Beneath the floorboards of your desertion, I rest entombed underneath the damp soil that you heaped upon me, muffled in silence, wondering how I might recover from the intensity of my unyielding devotion to you

You uttered your name once, and I seized it, repeating it endlessly, like a sinner mumbling Hail Marys upon fragile glass beads, holding steadfast to the belief that salvation hinged on the recitation of your name in the quiet corners of my solitude

You mentioned your favorite tunes and the very cacophony that I once scorned bent sweetly into a parade of symphonies, serenading us as we reposed upon the languid banks of the Seine, wrapped in the embrace of the Parisian twilight

You spoke of roses, and so I, the fool that I am, sowed an orchard of seeds into the hollows of my chest, stuffing every petal and thorn into every crevice of my lungs

I wanted to be so wholly imbued, steeped and saturated, with all that you cherished, that I drowned in the lush overflow of your wicked garden, forgetting the simple act of breathing as I lose myself in your verdant gush

SA

[nerveilleux]

another day of grief another day of cheer

yang datang mungkin pergi yang pergi mungkin pulang yang dekat jadi asing yang asing jadi rumah

and that is fucking life

[greyalaska7]

Love ripped me apart

Hanged me from a cross

But here I am

At the alter after hours

Bargaining with god

To bring you back to me

[saraknezevic]

I’m spending my days locked away in a room filled with flowers

and carpets

and wooden furniture

and me only me

I’m spending my days like currency trying to buy myself more time

more time

more time

more time for what exactly I don’t know

maybe I enjoy being locked away in a room filled with flowers

and carpets

and wooden furniture

and me only me

maybe I’m only me when I’m only with me

Sometimes I don’t really like me,

me who spends my days locked away in a room filled with flowers

and carpets

and wooden furniture

and me only me when I only want you

Me who spend my days like currency trying to buy more time

more time

more time

more time for you to chose me the me when I’m with you

I liked her

She spent her days living in a room filled with flowers

and carpets

and wooden furniture

and you

only me and you

So I’ll keep buying you more time

more time

more time

take as much as you need to chose me

but also maybe you should hurry because I feel I soon may be slipping into bankruptcy

Waisting my time trying to buy you more time

more time

more time

leaves me with less time and so I’ve been advised to start saving my days

And the more time I’m saving with me only me

the more time I want to spend on me only me

the me when I’m only with me

because if I give myself more time

more time

more time

more time to heal then maybe I’ll start to like her

maybe I’ll start to enjoy being home in my room filled with flowers

and carpets

and wooden furniture

and me

only me

- s.k

[riotsinmyh3ad]

I know you

I see right through you, you are transparent

You long and crave for love, affection, attention

I was here to provide and you waisted my time

You want to be wanted not loved.

[danielleelizabethhh]

Rip out my heart and feed it to me because that’s what you do anyways.

Xx dn

[florslunae]

𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑒

[lovemckenzielynn]

There is something to be said about car rides

I don’t quite know what about them makes me feel so alive

Maybe it’s the music

Screaming at the top of our lungs down a vacant backroad

the windows down carelessly blowing

cold brisk air

Maybe it’s the way the sun warms my skin in the summer

Gently shining across my cheeks

Fluttering over my eyelashes, sparkling in the corner of my eye

Maybe that’s why I don’t feel so alone on the highway

how the many strangers next to me

All driving different places

Together

Somehow it all makes me feel a little more alive

[alexdelormepoetry]

I watched you

I cried

I laughed

I left

What's in my mind

When I left you behind

I don't know

Because I'm not yours

Because I'm simply mine

-

Alex Delorme

[my-luck-wit-yo-girl]

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