Tag: poetry

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Doesn’t Make Sense Now.

Your heart will beat
Your blood vessels will throb
While writing each new line of poetry
Extending moments of long forgotten memory.

Your body may tremble
Your breathing may stop
While your eyes bleed out colourless blood
While your heart sheds red tears through uneven cracks.

Your reactions are queer
It’s not just poetry
It’s moments you’ve prevailed
Challenges you’ve faced
Circumstances you’ve been forced to overcome
This is your interpretation of poetry
It’s not supposed to make sense right now
It’s not supposed to make sense at all.

Love,
A
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Love Is Never Enough. 

He hides in corners compiling secrets
Ensuring that you remain a foreigner
His ploy to keep you out
While locking you in
But he says that he loves you
And you want to believe. 

He is present at meetings
Coughing up edited facts about you
Anything to build him up
While knocking you down
But he says that he loves you
And you want to believe. 

He speaks to you in a way that disrespects
A way that does not glorify
A way that fails to uplift
No remorse, not an ounce of fear
But he says that he loves you
And you want to believe. 

He silently studies you
Making mental notes of your insecurities
Only for leverage, to establish a sense of superiority
At the expense of your self confidence
But he says that he loves you
And you want to believe. 

He says he could never be in love with you
Not today, not tomorrow
‘Maybe when we get married’
‘Maybe after we have kids’
But he still swears that he loves you
And you know damn well
That love is never enough.

Love,
A
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3AM.

I can only love you at 3am…

When my body longs,
And my soul is empty.
When I revisit my wrongs,
And my heart is heavy.

These times where I reminisce,
About reckless raunchy rendezvous.
These times where I silently search,
For statements sounding somewhat sentimental.

Because my imagination runs wild,
And my concerns are temporarily exiled.
Because I’m low on pragmatism,
And high on optimism.

The hour where my body begins to fall asleep,
But my spirit fights because it’s almost day.
The hour where I subconsciously wonder,
At what time of the day do you say
‘Wow I think I just might love her’?

Love,
A
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Holy War.

Go ye therefore and heal all nations,
With love, hope and faith combined.

Make words of affirmation the ultimate medication,
For weak spirits, for feeble minds.

While condemnation becomes the ultimate jurisdiction,
Mutual faith really is the purest of its kind.

I have all I need but is it okay if I asked for more?
Like a sense of peace, a lack of worry,
Or a place to die and end this holy war.

Love,
A
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What Do You Feel?

Do you feel yourself creeping?
Into my mind, my poetry, my prose,
Into every single thing that I compose,
Do you feel that happening?

Do you feel fatigued?
From running through my mind,
Jumping through neurones all intertwined,
Do you still feel intrigued?

Do you feel conjugated?
Like maybe you want to be here forever,
Like maybe you’re about to be incorporated,
Turn away while you still can, duck for cover.

Love,
A
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No Title – 2

Words left unspoken
Promises repeatedly broken
Suppressed demons now awoken
Lifeless hearts laid out in the open
This wasn’t the life that was chosen

Love,
A
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Welcome. 

You wear your heart on your sleeve
And I don’t blame you
It’s the joy of ignorance
Lack of experience
Naïveté in its purest form
I envy that
I envy you
I will continue to envy you
Until your body begins to slowly wither
As these men pass through welcoming doors
Only to take from you
Only to acquire
Pieces of your innocence
Pieces of your heart
Pieces of love
That you will swear never to give again
I want to but, I can’t save you
I can only welcome you to my reality

Love,
A
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These Shoulders Are Not For You.

I see your hurt
You wear it shamelessly on your sleeve
Like you crave affection
Like you crave compassion

I feel your heartache, your distrust
But for you, I can barely grieve
Like my heart is hardened
Like my heart is darkened

I can see your plot for revenge
It’s the helpless facade, perks of being an introvert
Congratulations to ignorance,
Congratulations to those who believe

I feel your desperation
With feelings being expressed out in the open
Our oath to defend one another has long been broken

While you find solace in the pity of others
And build a home in emotionally draining human rejects
I only wish to remind you
That on the days where loopholes in friendships become clearer
And your support system is long gone,
These shoulders would never be for you to cry on

Goodluck!
A
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False Memories. 

I’m in a weird place
Where my insides feel empty
But full of matter, not just space
And my words come out petty
Still with a smile on my face.

Stuck in this weird limbo
For what feels like a million centuries
With my head buried deep in these pillows
Hoping to get rid of false memories
Hoping to finally grow.

Love,
A
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