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Is not receiving
My empty night
Your gorgeous light.
I’m still awake
Inside the gloom
Of my room.
Warm tears
Run over my cheeks
A liquid soul
Escapes.
No one hear
My whispers
Or dying
Screams.
I feel
A black hole
Squeezing
Thoughts.
You stole
My peace
But I can’t
Hate you.
You don’t hurt
You healed
My love.
I would give you
All my soul
If your heart
Can’t beat anymore.
When this hell
Reach its end
I will live
Again.
(29/7/14)
My empty night
Your gorgeous light.
I’m still awake
Inside the gloom
Of my room.
Warm tears
Run over my cheeks
A liquid soul
Escapes.
No one hear
My whispers
Or dying
Screams.
I feel
A black hole
Squeezing
Thoughts.
You stole
My peace
But I can’t
Hate you.
You don’t hurt
You healed
My love.
I would give you
All my soul
If your heart
Can’t beat anymore.
When this hell
Reach its end
I will live
Again.
(29/7/14)
Literature
Being afraid to speak
The unpleasantries of past events
Were driven by the voices of contempt
Leaving me breathless
To that effect, I was left senseless
And when I laid under the covers
As I tried to warm myself from the cold stares
I shivered, as my skin turned white
By the solace of silence
But, as I overcame their sadness
I learned to embrace the cold
Until I was able to give warmth to others
Literature
Fear
There is this feeling I cannot shake
Something follows me slithering like a snake
I fear there is something that is creepy
Hiding under my bed when I feel sleepy
I hear the howling of vicious hounds
The beasts malicious and escaping from pounds
I hear maniacal laugh of a clown
I see the undead crawl and frown
There are things stalking me in the dark
Children have been abducted by creatures hiding in the park
There are things unknown hiding just out of sight
These are the thoughts that fill me with fright
Literature
Unsaid truths and spoken hate
unsaid truths and spoken hate
will forever be how I remember you.
I won't remember your petite
and deliciously sweet smile.
I won't remember the nervous way
you'd embrace me
as though my open arms
might be retracted at any moment.
I won't remember your kindness
wrought from a belief you deserved
none of what life had been willing
to bless upon you.
I won't remember how I nearly loved
every little part of you
from your crooked smirk
to your large hands
molded perfectly to fit in mine.
I will remember your cowardice
your fear of the possibility of my love.
I will remember your lies
whispered sweetly to me
in that empty library
of how you th
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Wow, this is really hardhitting and so emotional too. I can kinda relate to the words/meaning in this poem as I've been suffering from depression for a week or so, and it hasn't been that easy to come to terms with. Still, this was such a beautifully expressed poem