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Love isn’t kind. it won’t say sorry
for the bruises on your chest or the scratches
your fingernails left.
Instead it will whisper hunger into aches in
your wanderlusting feet while your hands clutch
at bitter empty air.
just because love Is a fire doesn’t mean its warm
love will harm if you won’t let it go.
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alone
I'm pretending to be what I used to be.
I'm falling into loneliness , darkness and despair .
I hoped to repair or to be prepared ,
But I wasn't , and now I'm here
Standing in the night ,
facing the cruel reality :
"The only thing I can be is lonely"
Literature
Song against silence
we live in the long dark,
surrounded by the silent stars,
twinkling away in mindless spark,
the black is waging endless wars,
but who could allow the silence to prevail,
and think that life is to no avail,
let the dark shout it's silence,
however terrible and endless voilence,
i say the light will stream eternal,
from our small fortress in the night,
the universe is only chaotic and infernal,
but we will sing the light,
humanity for all it's evils,
is yet better than the empty,
i would prefer the cries of perils,
and the voices of depravity.
Literature
Quiet
One day
I woke up to the sound of breaking.
The fire was outside my window
And the smoke streamed in over my head
And the sirens, oh, the sirens
The red and the blue and the red reflected
On grey and black and grey and death.
I thought about how my heart
Had ached and my lungs had burned
And I closed my eyes.
One day
I woke up to the sound of stillness.
The needle sunk in my wrist
And the blurriness clouded my vision
And the beeping, oh, the beeping
The red and the black and the red smeared across
The white and grey and white and nothing.
I thought about how my mind
Had ran and my muscles had atrophied
And I closed my eyes.
One day
I woke
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Lovely poem!Are you ok? 0.0