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whatamess
106w
Read MoreHold me close
My hands are falling weak
Hold me tight
Before my hands fall lifeless
Hold me close
My breath is becoming shorter
Hold me tight
Before my breath ceases
Hold me close
My heart is getting heavier
Hold me tight
Before my heart stops beating
Hold me close
My eyes are tired of crying
Hold me tight
Before my eyes refuse to open
Hold me close
I can't find any meaning in life
Hold me tight
Before there's no life left to find meaning in
Hold me close
I can't sleep at night
Hold me tight
Before I sleep forever
©️whatamess -
whatamess
125w
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TRIGGER WARNING
* silence *
* silence *
* silence *
* throat hurts *
"Who can help?"
* eyes well up *
"You can help."
"No, you're strong! You're strong!"
* teardrop rolls down *
"It's all ok. You're strong, hmm."
* breakdown *
"Kill yourself."
"Kill yourself!"
* silence *
*silence *
"Kill yourself?"
* silence *
* movement *
* silence *
Silence.
©️whatamess
@writersnetworkSilence.
©whatamess -
कुछ है, जो नही है।
©whatamess -
A town called paradise
Feels like the world will come to an end all over again
This feeling will stick until death parts us
Hey dear diary, I will greet you again
I'll let the ink find its home again
I'll let the pen kiss its beloved paper again
My heart will bleed ink
Silence will find syllables
Sighs will condense into words
Words that come out
will leave the soul numb
There, I may take your leave
Until next time.
©whatamess -
I sit idle trying to carve poetries
with the shards. All I see is words
turning into sighs.
©whatamess -
Can I be him?
Before we part ways
For the rest of our days
I want to do one last thing
No, it's not what you think
I yearn for me to trade places with him
Not to see in what ways he's better than me
But to feel how it is to be the person you love
The one with whom you kept your promise of forever
©stilliam -
I lost my home
I don't read that often now.
I can't concentrate.
I lost my beloved musty home.
I don't write that often now.
Emotions are better left unexpressed.
I lost my creative fervent home.
I don't listen to music that often now.
I yearn for silence.
I lost my lovely melodious home.
I don't dance that often now.
I don't feel that same enthusiasm anymore.
I lost my overly exuberant home.
I don't weave dreams that often now.
Because once shattered, they prick my soul from the very core.
I lost my exciting colourful home.
I don't interact with much people that often now.
My crippled heart put guards up.
I lost my cheerful happy home.
I lost you.
I lost my home.
©whatamess -
Got a lot to say
But nothing to speak
Did my mind lose dialect?
Or did my throat lose voice?
Got a lot to express
But nothing to write
Did my pen lose ink?
Or did my soul lose emotions?
©whatamess -
whatamess
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CAUTION: Rantish maybe.
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My dear melancholy
You have been a loyal friend. You deserve to know your importance, don't you? With the atmosphere being melancholic, words have somehow found their way to you, dearest.
You have been the most faithful mistress I have ever known. You have stayed. In the 3pm responsiveness. In the 3am numbness. You have made me feel different forms of the same emotion at the same time. You have been present with the other emotions too, as a supplement.
In the brightest of days or the darkest of nights, surrounded by people or when totally isolated, happy as the lover or sad as the heartbroken, when things go right or they're all a mess, you have always been right beside me, right with me.
You've done some transformations as well, you know. Good or bad, you decide.
I've seen you turn happy smiles into mirthless ones. I've seen you turn humming to screaming. I've seen you turn the loved chocolates to anti depressants. I've seen you turn cheerful noises to deafening silences. I've seen you turn paper planes to crumpled balls. I've seen you turn lively souls to numb ones.
Let me be honest. I detest your company.
Kindly leave.
With love
A melancholic
©whatamess
@writersnetwork @readwriteuniteMy dear melancholy
You have been the most faithful
mistress I have ever known.
©whatamess -
These brutally torn pictures
and letters burnt to ashes
are hurt emotions in disguise.
©whatamess
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mistyme
126w
Read MoreThe luring voice of the windchime,
Pulling,
The home of the faraway lands.
The fire in the ornate place,
Crackling,
The scent of familiar sense.
The wooden rocking chair,
Creaking,
Transcending into the thoughts forbidden.
The dust on the photoframes,
Waiting ,
To fall into the forgotten rhythm.
The tangerine summers of the west,
Hands twining,
Crowns of olive branches,
And the orchids in the braid oh so french.
The love of the childhood,
Understanding
Nothing.
But the rhythms of heart.
A lub and a dub,.
And those counting to ten.
Together,
Learning,
Falling,
Bracing,
And to deceive who, crying.
The chest her solace,
Nd her lap his.
The love of the time,
When the currency was smiles and cheeze.
Lips unsaid,
Sushed how they fell in love,
Just so young.
The rusty ring on her finger,
Bracing,
How they fell in love so young.
©mistyme
Here @la_glace.
Hola @fearspearSummer of 1979
©mistyme
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allbymyself
125w
We lie awake, wondering what it's like to fall asleep while the night has not yet clutched us in its death grip.
We are insomniacs with the same eyes, but different nightmares.
- Avitaj -
kairos_
143w
Bhaag Daud.
Aye zindagi kaha daud chala?
Dekh zara apne hi daud mein kahi khudse toh aage nahi nikal gaya tha?
Soch zara, aage mushoorta ka pedh ho ya na ho par jo patjhad the,
pyaar ke, insaniyat ke, yaadein aur tazurbein,
unhe toh uthakar le jaata
Sambhal zara, jebo mein muft ki salahon ko bharkar gir raha tha tu,
jaane anjaane, chahe anchahe,
khudki awaaz ko bhul raha tha
Zara dewaar pe tangi ghadi ki tarah ban,
kabhi kabhi samay ke saath rukh bhi jaati hein, phirse chalne ke liye
Aye zindagi pehle chalna seekh le, phir daudna!
- T.S. -
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allbymyself
147w
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A generation has waited
To find happiness
They have been told
That it is always
Around the corner
They must only
Learn to be
A bit more patient
A bit less intimidating.
The mobile rings
In a room
From which the
Laughter has long
Since left
It goes to voicemail
"Hello, I can't
Come to the phone
Right now because
There's money
To be earned. Ciao.
Leave a message
After the tone."
We want choices
Only for uncertainty
To kick mercilessly
At the door
There is an
Inevitability to the
Despair that washes
Over our hearts
When we realize
The impossible standards
We are expected
To conform to.
A generation has
Grown up being
Told that different
Is okay, that society
Is more tolerant
But they have
Learned to think
And their eyes
Cannot unsee injustice
Hypocrisy is spoon fed
In small doses
Like vitamin tablets
And they are
Expected to gulp
It down like
Obedient children.
- Avitaj
@accismus @dopamine @nightwriter_iGeneration... Whatever
We are all on the road to chasing happy.
- Jana Kramer -
moonstruck_
151w
Pain brings me words
Words that I don't find in smiles
Smiles which cannot guarantee togetherness
Togetherness that escapes along the flies.
©moonstruck_ -
but memories, they are havoc
swathed around in a cloth
made of peace.
SS. -
allbymyself
153w
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You have good days
And they are inexorably
Followed by the
Not so good ones
It is a simple
Matter of probability
The scales are often tipped
Heavily against you
But sometimes, the good
Outweighs the bad
If only by the
Merest of milligrams.
No matter how much
You learn to walk
On dirt roads
A part of you
Will always be afraid
You cannot fit
Square pegs in round holes
And even if you did
It wouldn't really
Serve the purpose
Would it?
The truth creeps up
On you, when you
Are not looking
It taps you on
The shoulder, when
You least expect it to
"Remember me?"
And you do
Of course you do
But you would rather
Fall from a cliff
Than admit that
You never quite
Managed to forget.
- Avitaj
@greypages_ @dopamine @accismusLaw of Averages
Play the man, not the odds.
- Harvey Specter -
allbymyself
154w
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It is but human nature
To take comfort in lies
Because the truth is
Often much too bitter
Bitter like an aspirin tablet
It is a small price to pay
For a few seconds of joy
In a world that is
Trying to break us apart.
We are taught that things
Are black and white
You are good, or you are not
You must do this, or you
Are damned to hell
We grow up hearing stories
And fall in love with heroes
Never knowing that the
Villain too has something to say.
We are quick to judgement
Even quicker to hate
We curse our failures
And pin our success to fate
It's often the finest of lines
Between ecstasy and heartbreak
Filling our dreams in teacups
The real's awfully close to the fake.
- Avitaj
@greypages_ @accismus @dopaminePlacebo
And we laugh into the microphone and sing
With our sunglasses on, to our favorite songs
- Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby, Cigarettes After Sex -
We are more than wrenched souls or scrambled stories,
We are
Cassettes played in the digital decade,
The sunsets missed in the buzz,
Photographs torn between shifts,
Worth treasuring.
©k_arathi
