I remember his hands

The way they held me so tightly

The way they let me go

༄

With you

I am drowning

In despair

I breathe

Incurable sadness

Not air

༄

The truth is

I am ordinary

This realization is equally painful

As it is liberating

༄

They told me that home was a place

But your skin

Your eyes

That smile

My head on your chest

Drifting to the beat of your heart

That’s my home

༄

Down

Down

Down she goes

Into that endless black hole

No ladder

No hand of a friend

Nothing can make the darkness end

༄

Her face split open from his fists

Her heart split open from his cruelty

Her mind split open from the inability to understand it all

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i attribute the candles to a conspiracy of minds
attempting to conquer the night:

a bumbling hoard of humans, lost,
to the lure of a flickering light…

a ruin of poets, fumbling with fire
inspired by its shadows, to write.

a light touch of the sea
a greeting, for me
a reminder, of peace
and something very gentle
lifting from inside
to meet the breeze

~Sinking~

They say a soul weighs merely grams at death;

However, this cannot be true for me,

For every time a person loses life

While breathing, souls do seem to sink in waves:

.

The composition of this silent sea

Is suffocating foam and reaching ropes

Of seaweed tearing at my lungs and feet.

A tide of pain and memory so dark

Do follow not too far behind my eyes

And pull me down from deep within my past.

.

They say a soul weighs merely grams at death;

However, this cannot be true for me,

For drowning of my mind and being comes

From waves of loss that sink within the soul.

.

~Reigh Lynne

English language

“

Fluorescent

What a wonderful word,

How…

Eleqant.

”

Scintillating,

What a fancy word,

How…

Delightful

“

Lateritious,

What an interesting word,

How…

Amazing

”

The English language has such fine words,

Some of them so weird to say

“

Poem name: English language

End

Sinking

“

Do you ever just sink into the void?

Do you ever lye hopelessly waiting for change?

Do you ever feel almost dead inside, wanting to feel some kind of fiery passion?

Or is it just me?

Sometimes I feel so helpless,

In this collosal, corrupted world.

So alone, so…

Lonely.

”

End

Privacy

“

Don’t you just hate people invading your privacy,

‘Don’t do this’

'Oh, I’ve seen you do that’,

Please, you act as if you haven’t done worse

My small words are positively harmless.

”

I love how you love invading privacy

I love how you comment on someone private space

As if you could do any better.

“

I love how you have to have a say in everything

Do you not have a life to live too?

Why is it a problem what I do and don’t,

When you should be focusing on you

”

End

“ Corpse

Should I go back yet?

What should I do?

Should I give up?

Should I give in?

Where shall I turn.

”

Why do they care?

Why don’t they care?

How many islands shall fall by my feet,

Before I give up at all.

“

How many times shall I have to live with the corpse,

The memories,

How many days will pass without them?

”

So close yet so far,

On my Island that nobody knows,

‘Facing my fears’,

'Living a dream life’,

As their corpse lay dead.

“

End

“ Still here

You…

Are despicable,

Despisable,

Draining,

Evil…

Mortifying and truly…

Horrible.

”

Just because I may have ‘forgiven you’,

Doesnot mean I have forgotten,

I never have and never intend to forget,

So beware,

Watch out,

I am still very much here, so,

Beware.

“

End

“ Why should I care?

"Back in the day,

When I was ‘younger’,

I wasn’t afraid,

To give my heart to you.”

“

"Now I realise,

I should have been wiser,”

“

Sometimes I thoroughly regret meeting you,

Sometimes, I question why I didn’t say 'no’,

Sometimes, I wonder why you cannot comprehend the word 'no’.

”

Now my life is being ruined by you,

You…

You…

“

"Why should I care?

Why should I care for you?”

“

I honestly don’t see the reason why I still should,

But I do,

I really can’t find a valid reason to,

Yet if I don’t,

I’m automatically the villain,

The 'bad guy’,

”

“Why should I care?!

Why should I care for you?!”

“

And every time I think of you,

I just remind myself,

How much troubles you really put me through

”

I can still remember everything you have done,

Every negative thing that came out from your mouth,

Every unpleasant look that formed on your spoiled face.

“

So why…tell me…Why should I care?

”

End

“ Let go

‘I don’t care’,

Is all you ever say,

I already knew in the first place,

I cared about you

Helped you,

Was with you at your worst,

And get re payed with this cruelty.

”

Please,

If you don’t care, let go,

For me,

For you,

Justlet go.

“

End

“ Sort it out

Sometimes I get so confused,

I really can’t figure it out,

Emotions are so weird honestly,

I cannot get myself to care,

”

Please somebody help me,

I need to figure it out,

Please somebody help me,

I need to sort things out,

“

I cannot trust anyone really,

And I don’t want to burden my friends,

And I don’t want to bend the rules,

Like those ‘trends’.

”

Please somebody help me,

I need to figure it out,

Please somebody help me,

I need to sort things out,

“

End

“ Life is a bore

Life is a bore,

Life is too hard,

Life is annoying,

Life is unpleasant,

Life is too ‘tragic’,

Life does not have much 'magic’,

Life is miserable,

”

Life is a bore,

Life is to hard

'Then maybe start trying’,

But darling, I really don’t see why.

reeefeee:

-Good.-

It was a good day.

Had some fun, met new challenges, learned new things.

Too many things.

Things I never wanted to know,

And those I never thought I’d want to stay secret.

Am I glad of it?

With my heart, not my soul.

But there’s no use hopping out,

From the bottom of this rabbit hole.

Just enough of what I needed to hear,

But too much for me to say.

I don’t know what happened, but,

It was a good day…

… It was.

It was a good time.

Had a blast, met new people, lost some of them.

Too many of them.

Those I never thought I’d meet,

And those I feel like I don’t deserve.

Does it hurt?

Of course, but also relieving.

I don’t want to stand around and complain,

About people walking out and leaving.

It doesn’t matter how or when, for me,

But what made them think of why.

I don’t know what I did, but,

It was a good time…

… It was.

It was a good life.

Had some laughs, met some friends, shed some tears.

Too many tears.

Some that have thankfully been wiped dry,

While some have sadly been left all alone.

Will I ever atone?

Perhaps I could, but it’s a long shot.

I’m too far gone, it may be a misfire,

But it’s one of the last few chances I’ve got.

I’m walking above thin ice, on a tightrope,

And everybody else has the knife.

I don’t know what went wrong, but,

It was a good life…

… It was.

Give my bro a gander, if you’re miserable and are into poetry much like everybody else in this wasteland