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Category Archives: Poetry
Playing with fire (first part)
Thinking about you Was like playing with fire And I knew perfectly That it could burn me But I walked in straight With my eyes fully opened, And I wanted to get higher, And I wanted to get closer, And … Continue reading
Dating and flirting is exhausting
It’s always the same questions It’s always the same answers Thinking what to wear And thinking how to wear it, And it’s always the same need Of measuring every step It’s always the same need Of looking out for yourself, … Continue reading
On Anxiety
A heavy stone Inside my chest Is this a test That I must blow? Sand is filling My damn whole lungs Nothing sounds as I am digging. I work to breathe, Scratch my skin, The answer, the sin Lies underneath. … Continue reading
It was then when I stopped
It was then when I frowned It was then when I drowned It was when I shouted It was when I threatened … to throw away the phone. That’s when I saw that. That it was getting bad That I … Continue reading
It’s not because I want to
If I don’t hold your hand If I don’t reach to you If I don’t call your name If I don’t show myself It’s not because I hate you It’s not because I want to It’s not because I feel … Continue reading
A bunch of verses: Hiding Away
I want to rip off Every part of me So you can see What your acts mean. I should rip off Every part of your soul So you can feel What’s in front of you. But I won’t do it … Continue reading
Waiting is for suckers
Well, I really am. So that’s it. How do YOU feel about it? About waiting? Waiting for any kind of thing, I mean. Doesn’t it itch? Doesn’t it get inside your head and under your skin? (This was made by … Continue reading
Saving Myself (Behind the mask)
I was so tired of the masks That I put one on myself I was so tired of the games That I started to play I was so tired of the pain That I started to torture I was so … Continue reading
And I am The Unthinkable
Sometimes I feel That I’m under it And I can’t steal One more second of it And a giant eraser Will me coming for me. And I feel that I disappear I’m invisible I’m unreachable I’m untouchable I’m untalkable I’m … Continue reading
Short Sigh [a really slim poem]
I wish I could Make that Step that Would make You see That I Am here. I’m not sad or too much thirsty But I Wouldn’t mind your hand there. * I guess I’m in that kind of mood.