#poetrty

[fla-ves]

[edenspoetry]

see you next Tuesday.

You followed like thread through a needle

You lingered in my space like a foul moth

Laugh like a bully, grin like a cat

Your voice lurched my skull like a crying baby with a rattle

And I felt the pinging of your words in my mind

The sort of ripple that happens when you throw a rock into placid waters

beneath placid waters lies an amalgamation of reptiles

One day, years from now you will still be skipping rocks into the opaque water; half skeletal

cobwebs in your lungs

Fastened to the rocks on the thundering, bitter seaside like a million leeches are pulling you under

I have left and taken my light.

I will be free

I am a wave

[wildmossjournal]

xJude

[zealouswinds]

Felt like a knight of time,

Might close the loop later.

Felt like a prince of hope,

Might become a martyr later.

Felt like a know it all,

Might forget what it all meant later.

Felt like a piece of it,

Might quiet that thought later.

Flet like I had something to say,

Maybe not though.

[zerosuitsammi3]

I never wanted it to be January

A few months passed since

I coasted through a life of fleeting hope

Now dark days are borne again

Will I be okay?

Will we be okay?

[rose-xyveria]

Black ebony hair

and her golden eye

that can tear

a beauty that linger

on koi pond's lair

She who hypnotizes

any human within her sight

and as the night rises

the serene starts light

upon the dark skies

She tries to hide

that she isn't on the bad side

even controlled her lover's mind

for her to find him there

on the other girl's flare.

She've been hurt

all the times he mercilly blurt

the fact that he loved someone

the fact that he'll now run

on someone's arm

and it isn't hers

it is her fears

for him to ruin her

for him to tear her heart

that she can't bear.

12-09-24

Ren..

[letterstothecosmos2710]

Turning pain into art is how I'm balling through life rn

[lovers-serenade]

a letter to the one who left me behind 💌

~

love love, oh my love, when did it become so that you who was just beside me a while ago, is now not to be found here anymore? how, how is it so, is it an illusion?

how can it not be a mirage?

when the little bracelet you made me still shines in my drawer,

your clothes still hang in my wardrobe,

the last portion of the pasta you made me is still in my fridge

the two sets of dishes i own taunt me, knowing their purpose is forever gone

and the smell of your perfume lingers, a passive burn to my torn heart

must i really finish that pasta? can i not keep it forever?

forever like your voice still ringing in my ears,

and your steady fingers holding my shaky ones

and your laugh that vibrates in my entire being

and the mirage of your smile that keeps me afloat

how do i just accept it so?

when your warm embrace hasn't yet turned cold

still shielding me from the truth

that my love for you has now nowhere to go

~

© A Lover's Serenade

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