Does it sound like the writer is borderline?
I cry trying to reach out to them in the dark
I am an ice
I melt myself a bit in order for them to touch me
I am a rose
I pluck out my thorns in order for them to hold me
But I close the door right before they reach their hand
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It’s painful to walk on ice with those I love
I wish to dive deep into the sea with them
You’re in love with a mermaid
But you just sail on the water
It’s not that you can’t swim
It’s that you fear you can’t dive into the sea as deep as she can
After all, you’re just a human being
She’s a water creature
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We look into each other's eyes
We can see 2 things
Sometimes all we see is the reflection of ourselves
Sometimes it's the soul of the other person that we see
When water falls from the eyes
You see neither
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I am H2O
You can hold me when you’re cold
I slip away from you when you’re warm
I or we, keep playing hide and seek
Keep playing the stupid running and chasing game
-
Find the key
Unlock me
Know my deepest secrets
I’ll be yours
I cry trying to reach out to them in the dark
I am an ice
I melt myself a bit in order for them to touch me
I am a rose
I pluck out my thorns in order for them to hold me
But I close the door right before they reach their hand
-
It’s painful to walk on ice with those I love
I wish to dive deep into the sea with them
You’re in love with a mermaid
But you just sail on the water
It’s not that you can’t swim
It’s that you fear you can’t dive into the sea as deep as she can
After all, you’re just a human being
She’s a water creature
-
We look into each other's eyes
We can see 2 things
Sometimes all we see is the reflection of ourselves
Sometimes it's the soul of the other person that we see
When water falls from the eyes
You see neither
-
I am H2O
You can hold me when you’re cold
I slip away from you when you’re warm
I or we, keep playing hide and seek
Keep playing the stupid running and chasing game
-
Find the key
Unlock me
Know my deepest secrets
I’ll be yours
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Lol poets and writers we're all a little mad.
“The little poets sing of little things:
Hope, cheer, and faith, small queens and puppet kings;
Lovers who kissed and then were made as one,
And modest flowers waving in the sun.
The mighty poets write in blood and tears
And agony that, flame-like, bites and sears.
They reach their mad blind hands into the night,
To plumb abysses dead to human sight;
To drag from gulfs where lunacy lies curled,
Mad, monstrous nightmare shapes to blast the world.
-Robert E Howard-
Yeppp
Lol if you think your poem is borderline check this piece I wrote out lol.
Bad Angels
Bad angels looked upon a city coloured like a TV tuned to a dead channel.. drenched in the dead moonlight of a starless dead sky revealing creeping shadows soaked in alcoholic tears and crimson sanguinary-painted streets.
As a man drunk on adrenaline, liquor, and lead, rushed apprehensively through oppressive smoke-choked alleys.
As devils drank from mirrored reflections of suffering and slow-danced to the sweet screams of sin he ran to buy sand for his leaking hourglass though ain't no one sellin.
Little did he know the demons he tried to drown in bourbon had just learned how to swim and they were on his tail with a thirst for vengeance.. and blood.
He turned and saw them but could only scream in muted verses as he met his pitiful end. His falling body kissing wet asphalt.
All as bad angels watched in glee from a dead starless sky.
It’s dark
It is indeed.
beautiful and hi quality. rare gem! <3
yes seems like it