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[theferalpoet]

"gauze and gore"

[maihonhassan]

How broken was Nasir Kazmi's heart when he said this;

ذرا سی بات سہی تیرا یاد آ جانا ، ذرا سی بات بہت دیر تک رلاتی تھی

Zarā sī baat sahī terā yaad aa jaanā, Zarā sī baat bahut der tak rulātī thī

[rayven-interrupted]

I wonder

how your body

would be

against a window

freezing like dew

in the dawn

holding on

to my charred wings

fuel to the holocaust

of our sickness,

mutually understood

psychopathy

burning like stars

eventually into nothing

I wonder..

- the most beautiful poetry you ever inspired. Behind bars.

Whatever.

I fucking wrote for you until I bled out.

I still do..

-R

[embeccy]

"The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much and forgetting that you are special too."

- Ernst Hemingway

- Embeccy

[lambheartedgirl]

PUNCHED IN THE FACE ONE DAY 

love is not so elusive: it sits like the thumb curled  into a terrible right hook.  burrowed under the fingers that deliver the blow,  bearing the brunt of the force  and cracking, glow stick style, against the nose. cartilage  beast claims its victim  in the primary knuckle. yeah the nose will bleed but  the bone will shatter

[tinyinkpoems]

The only time is now

Sounds of his ominous footsteps

The sniggering echo

His mother’s voice in the clear case microphone

As I left in tears with the peeled corners labels

The smell of rain on card boxes

Of a silhouette disappearing behind an ascending door

The only time I wish I had was

Once more

[fraiserire]

I don’t want to bury you.

I really don’t want to bury so full of all this hatred, resentment, this deep and burning anger, that I not only see but feel like a scorch upon my cheek.

I don’t want to bury you.

Why do you pull yourself so low?

Why do you choose to drown even with my hand held out you, begging, screaming for you to take it! I can help you! I want to help you, I want to love YOU again.

I don’t want to bury you.

Not when the love you used to give felt like the lilac butterfly blanket of my youth.

Safe, warm, and soft yet reassuring.

I don’t want to bury you.

I just want you back.

- A. Nicole. M

[mypoeticsoul-ny]

Everything

Maybe if death comes

It will finally stop to hurt

Maybe all the chasing,

Will finally stop short

Maybe if the days end

The mind will stop to reel

And everything at once,

Will simply stop to feel

©5.19.2023 - MyPoeticSoulNy(-mps)

[ludovicawrites]

Good afternoon, Wakers. I have already taken two coffees and my inspiration went back to me again. I hope you liked this poetry~

[malencholic-nyx]

Love, a bitter cost, a twisted game, Leaves us lost in a sea of pain, A curse that haunts us, even in the end, A wound inside the heart that never mends.

-Nyx

[theferalpoet]

this poem was to long to allow me to screenshot with my cursor visible. the end of an era. introducing "peach fuzz".

[maihonhassan]

"Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars." — Kahlil Gibran

“Kon seekha hai sirf baaton se, sab ki aik hadsa zaroori hai.” — Jaun Eliya

[rayven-interrupted]

Every minute echoes goodbye

but

I loved you

Didn’t I?

wait for you vitriolically

prayed for you

symbolically

my eyes cried dry

I watch the moon rise

tracing your name through stars in the sky

I still can’t stand to see the sunrise

on the unlit side

of this great divide

every time I close my eyes

It’s like the darkest suicide

have you any clue how hard I tried

you, my amorous demise

Just below my violent rage

pinned inside a bruised rib cage

my wounded heart

bleeds out

your name

When did you stop craving me

our violence over apathy?

choose silence over cadency

another place to replace me

this ache languidly killing me

foreshadowing a prophecy

claw marks on all our memories

death writing in calligraphy

all the words you’ll never see

-R

[embeccy]

"Loving you was the most exquisite form of self destruction."

- Unknown

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- Embeccy

[chucklinggg]

I didn’t want love

I didn’t want love but then it hit me and then I wanted nothing but love but it wasn’t for me, clearly I didn’t think I had enough love in me to offer I was wrong on that front, I also doubted that I could become the recipient of somebody’s unadulterated pure affection, sadly I wasn’t too far off with that one I believed myself immune from Cupid’s arrow trajectory - not one to fall for sweet words and good looks, I didn’t plan to be another marionette to love; to be affected by what they thought of me, I was passionate about remaining a lone wolf, a master of me In the end, I went tumbling down as the arrow pierced my heart, and it’s been fourteen months already and I still cannot erase you from being my last thought as my eyes flicker shut. I wish I could shake off the all-consuming longing for you to love me back, for I wilt when you withdraw and flourish when you’re near, Cupid, dear, remove your arrow and cease your good-for-nothing meddlesome ways, so I can look at her face without my eyes travelling to her mouth, and not blush when her hand touches mine. How about that?

[ashberryyyyy]

its haunting you know

my face frozen in time

is this how I looked to you?

in the cold November nights

when we sat by the basketball ground

and you asked me

what do you think about Ash?

I couldn’t tell you

about the fleeting thoughts

of ephemeral grief and love

that were larger than my hands

larger than the love I had for you

what do you think about Ash?

my friend asks while she freezes me in time

my skin warms of the sun that faces us

my eyes wander to the air that’s charged with us

my thoughts run all over the words of the song that’s playing for us

its haunting, this love this temporary permanence of life and moments

the soft passing of time

the harshness of memories

its all caught up within me

and i’m frozen in time, all over again.