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poetry-insanity · 10 months
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To the wolf
As dandelions grow
between my ribs
I will know
if it was you
The question I asked since
your light filled the air
like white phosphor
Agonisingly beautiful but
destined to devour my skin
If we touch
.
To know you is to
fade from my mortal flesh
and become more than I can handle
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poetry-insanity · 3 years
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Predator
This is not love my dear
This is a hunt
You want my warm breath
On your forehead
My blood on your tongue
As you bite my neck
And take what you want
See as my eyes grow
Loosing their glow
You will take what you need
And leave me in the snow
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poetry-insanity · 3 years
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Heart shaped gravestone
Have you ever seen someone
Turn to dust in your hands
Like they just were a person
And now
A stranger
And a stranger to themselves
.
It makes you forget, they say
They say take a sip and you will forget
But I will not forget you
Standing in front of me
Looking
Not like you
.
Father's angry at you
He's sad, too but
He's the one
Who has to comfort your daughter
Crying
Next to your grave
.
It is heart shaped
Your gravestone is heart shaped
I hope you see
Your mother planting
A sunrise of flowers
For you
She wore black for four months
.
They said all was alright
Until you died
They all denied
Until you died
Until you died
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poetry-insanity · 3 years
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Strangers to this city
We love where the moths crash
Into nightlights
Near the rivers
Tonight we are strangers again
Finding once more
What made us friends
Let's play pretend
Till the end of the night
That what ages us fast
Makes us young
Beneth the smoke
Down the streetlight
That reflects like a path
In the tides
Tonight, Let’s Be Other People
I write the title, you write the poem! Reblog with your piece :D
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poetry-insanity · 3 years
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You were sleep walking
You were slurry talking
You would never reach to helping hands
You were falling to the ground
With more and more amout
Intoxicated by yourself
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Heaven for an hour and you'd fall back to hell
Angel, angel
Heaven for an hour and you'd fall back to hell
Angel
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poetry-insanity · 3 years
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They wait for you
In woods floating by
On a train ride
They wait in
Cracks in the concrete
Dreams
Creatures of fantasy
.
They wait for you
Patiently
For you to one day return
To sight
.
They will sing to you at night
To the balcony
Through the window
In raindrops on the ceiling
They breathe in
Rustling leafs
.
They know
One day
On a warm day of may
In the freshly cut hay of
The town you once called home
The fae
Will be there with you
On your last day
To greet you again, wanderer
For you were never lost
Just hiding
From what a childs gaze
May uncover
Just in their mind you think?
No
For they don't perceive
They just find
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poetry-insanity · 3 years
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You don't know what you did to me
Recently I
Cried when invited on a date
Lied so I can get away from
Any situation
That will prove to me again
That I am too weak
To say no
To men
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poetry-insanity · 3 years
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Im just hiding here
A room, merely
A cherry scented prison
Coloured by fairy lights
And the shadow of my messed up hair
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poetry-insanity · 4 years
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Undead
You walk through my head like
A zombie
Always back again
To chew me up
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poetry-insanity · 4 years
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You should have taught me love
But all you did
Was looking from above
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You should be the one to open doors
But now when someone opens them
I flinsh and then
I fear you're here
When you're far away
.
You told me it was care for me
You're showing when you yell
It's no surprise I don't know
What is love and what is hell
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You should have helped with all my steps
But your steps
Just scare me
When I hear them down the hall
But I won't let you be the one
That is in control
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poetry-insanity · 4 years
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The thought of seeing you
In the eyes of someone I love
Terrifies me
.
I don't want to remember
When someone comes near
The fear I had when
You did
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poetry-insanity · 4 years
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Do be cautious, writer
When you bleed, you bleed art
But don't cut deeper
And deeper
So all that remains of you
Is words
In past tense
.
Do remember
That pain isn't a way to be
It is a way to not be
Remember to not
Let burning passion
Burn you out
From within
.
But after all
Is it burning the writer to write
Or is the written word burning
From within
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poetry-insanity · 4 years
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I'm honestly speechless! I don't even know how to thank everyone anymore, it's such a blessing to be able to share my work with you!
- A lot of love, poetry-insanity ❤️
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poetry-insanity · 4 years
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You know, they say religions die
But we all pray to
Deities but they're on screens
The devil in the different
.
In our ego
We all search for someone, something
To look up to
And down upon
Will this ever end?
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poetry-insanity · 4 years
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Bibles and a riffles in their hands
Teargas ending cries for help
Gunshots in the fight for peace
In the land of freedom and wealth
In the land of sharp teethed smiles
Flickering lights and murder cases
Out on the streets at daytime
A knee to neck, a wave of rise
A death, a force of life again
The land of all the free my friend
Never was cause freedom
Comes with responsibility
Not many want to see
So use yours
For justice and peace
.
When I look out to the world these days
My heart cries
But please don't give up
Use your rage for good
Make it burn injustice
I think of every each of you
May your life be safe
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poetry-insanity · 4 years
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Is mourning gonna stay my morning?
Will nights mean I am terrified
Will sleep forever mean that I
Will just escape my mind
Will I always close my eyes and see
Nothing but my insides bleed
Will I ever leave the fright
Behind?
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poetry-insanity · 4 years
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Lifesavers
And now we know
That in your silence
We hear the suffering
In our silence
We hear the cries
Of the places in the world
We so often forget
Because now we are all the same
The same stagnant
The same frightened
And now we know
Wich people we should have been loud for
Earlier
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