#writerscreedrun

[artisticwildflower]

I watch oceans flow from my eyes and visit it during days, sitting on its shore scribbling poems for the cities with no travellers, for the dead with no graves, for children with no names on the street and for poets bleeding with no words.

I look for seas at nights and whisper into the shells stories of men and women losing to the fault in their stars and burning books with merry finales.

I let water seep under my skin, for every moon weeping and every ray of sun held captive by the night, to drown little by little in my skin after every euneirophrenia amidst the world soaked in potholes.

[subtristmusings]

Scurry Of Movement

Walked down the street feeling all the weight in the world

Past the flurry of life, not really noticing

As my head head wandered where the burden unfurled

Thoughts brimmed in the mind clouding my vision

Unbeknownst of my way, I strayed

Strayed into the undergrowth floored with abscission

Heard a twig break and a scurry of movement

That tugged me back to reality

A tiny squirrel looked up, now with which my mind was confluent

Shone its beetle eyes on me, freeing the shackles in my gut and making me smile

Looked in my bag, found some food and a text message to get home

Five minutes more, I replied as I offered my little host a cranberry and sat down for a while

[pplaidshirt]

Not a Liar!

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All of today has been a lie

Along with everything I have ever told you

For I never loved this night under the sky

When the constellations I recognize here

Are only a few.

These scattered stars are nothing but white dots to me

They laugh at me along with that moon

While mocking my dignity.

But don't you know that his stolen light lies too?

Not unlike the way I do.

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This music I said I loved

Isn't the music I even like.

And I don't even know

Which of the choices are mine.

All of these are the same,

Jarring noises to my ears

Their deceptive melodies

Making even the simplest ideas unclear.

But I would rather hum a song

Than admit these delusions of mine

And that my dear isn't a lie.

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These winter evenings that I so raved about

Aren't beautiful in any way that I made them sound.

They are dark and dreary

And they make me think

If either of us would truly ever be free.

The cold seeps through my skin and freezes my bone

Telling me that I'll freeze to my death all alone.

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But these whims and airs I pretend to carry are just a clever ruse

So you never have to question whatever I say or do.

Now after all this what will you actually believe

Haven't I said enough for you to feel completely deceived?

But the seconds I've spent gazing at your surprised face

While you listened to everything I just said,

Tell me that I am now a different person

Than what I was when this poem begun.

.

Therefore now...

This night and this sky are beautiful

They are a reminder

That even asymmetry can be remarkable.

Although the moon is still a luminous disk to me

Its crescent is a reminder of the grin of the Cheshire cat

Who taught me how treasured madness should be.

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I still don't understand the piano keys

And the guitar strings

That I have spent numerous hours listening

But on uncountable nights they have lulled me to sleep

And now them and my heart beat in a terrifying sync.

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Some winter eves give me hope

That some warmth can cure

Even the chill in my bones.

My fears are nothing but an illusion

And apparently frozen hearts do thaw in the sun

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My whimsies are not particular to me

I change myself to fit in with the conformity

Everything I loved is a lie in curtains

Why would you think that you'd be any different?

This cold winter night spent under the stars

With you playing my favourite songs on the guitar...

I'd say it has been a beautiful evening

But my love I do hope that you know what to believe in.

.

~ aranya

[boundedbywords]

Let me?

Let me be the silence behind your words

that needed the space to breathe

Let me be the whisper behind your shouts

when your jealousy seethes

Let me be the rhyme in your poems

with the name of her that was beneath

Let me be the prayer behind your hopes

like a blowing wind between your teeth

Let me be the rhythm of your heartbeats

with a song buried beneath

Let me be the tears behind your anger

lurking quietly underneath

Let me be the emotion in your stories

darling be my sword and I'll be your sheathe!

— w i l l y o u l e t m e ?

@boundedbywords

[archipelagoobitch]

Years now

and not a single day

without you whispering

In my head

About How bad I broke your heart,

Not a single day

Without wanting to break my skull off

Just to let you out and tell you

The truth you've been avoiding

My thoughts reek of your kiss

Of the way your lips felt against my skin

Feeding it lies of forever

And how it still wishes

That I was wrong

That maybe your fingertips did trace

A forever on my neck

That maybe if I would've given you a chance ,

things would've been different.

That maybe you'd erase what you did,

if you held my hands again

Maybe..Maybe..

-S.

[artisticwildflower]

He held me,

In the streets,

From the sun blinding my eyes,

and the sky staring at my flaws

Under the sea,

From the sadness buried,

And the water so cold, drowning me in its arms

On the soil damp,

From the weeds tying my legs,

And the pebbles so sharp.

In the books i wandered,

From the words I felt more than him,

And the warmth between the lines.

He held me,

Maybe way too hard.

In the streets,

From the shine blinding my wounds,

And the sky acknowledging the beauty in my flaws.

Under the sea,

From the sadness flowing from my breath,

And the water so cold, washing away the hurt.

On the soil damp,

From the weeds tying my legs, protecting me from him,

And the pebbles so sharp,his intent sharper.

In the books i wondered,

From the door of escape i had in the words,

And the warmth of freedom between the lines.

He held me,

Maybe way too hard.

The wings in my back,

Torn with his nails whack,

As he held my arms aback.

[pplaidshirt]

Love-less

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You always said that our love was meant to be

But why isn't this something I can see?

We don't shares the laughter and the smiles

How can we then share moments when either of us cries

Your distance scorns me

And you just say that this is how it was all meant to be.

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We have so many differences

When our hearts are supposed to belong together

Aren't we supposed to make each other better?

How am I supposed to miss you

When you are nowhere like the person I had professed my love to?

You might be in my arms, but you always seem at an arm's length away

Tell me then, how can either of us stay?

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We have been trying for far too long

To paint a perfect picture

Not considering that some colors just don't go along.

The canvas is strewn with murky greys and vibrant yellows

But we still haven't found a palette we both love.

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There is no love lost, for we never ran out of it

But the dried paint on my fingers remind me how long it has been

We should stop before the canvas turns black

I don't want to turn away without the assurance that I can come back...

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~ aranya

[boundedbywords]

Of all the masks we wear!

I don't care if it's the wistful smile

Buried beneath the demon Face

Or our act of innocence

When we play our Ace

I don’t care if it’s the affection

Hidden beneath that toxic Act

Or if it’s the toxic arrogance

Concealed under the sensible Tact

I don’t care if it’s the fire

Wrapped by those teary Eyes

Or if it’s the tears lurking

Beneath those faithful Lies

Because of all the masks we wear

Let that be shades of

Red, Blue or Fluorescent

Together they paint one heart

Leaving it IRIDESCENT!