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R Spade Apr 13
The crack in the sidewalk is my only comfort.
We've become friends overtime,
I tell her about the bottles and beer cans,
so lost I forget about the aches and pains.

She knows it's bad when I'm quiet.
I sit with the dark and listen to my sobs echo,
the rain can't drown out my thoughts.
The crack in the sidewalk is my only comfort.

Sometimes I go weeks without seeing her,
my identity drifts softly away with the tide.
Confused, I am too weak to find ground,
maybe it's best I cannot be saved.

The water leads me to my friend,
I shiver yet I cannot feel the cold.
She tells me that she's here for me,
the crack in the sidewalk is my only comfort.
Lydia Apr 12
I’ll take the test
And fail it on purpose
Because
I wanted to
Jeremy Betts Apr 7
Everything
Is supposed to mean something
But most of the time
Love means nothing
It's thee
Most deadly
Empty
Word ever muttered by a human being
To another human being
Since before love was a written thing
When you
Had to
Show what you mean
I beg someone
To give it a run
Please change my mind
I'll give you all of eternities time
Because that's how long I've been lost in the reasoning

Drowning,
Panicking
My pain less of a concern than my bleeding
Who cares about a life leaking?
Pointless thinking
Pay no mind to the fracture
Or the seizing
My end welcomed with a greeting
But not by me
My will is depleting,
Hope is retreating,
Am I coming
Or going?
A lack of confidence winning
Because manhood's deflating
And there's no refilling allowed since the beginning

Careless as I know you are,
Heartless can be seen from afar
Like a lighthouse from the sea
So I know you see
My desperate pleading
Muffled by the calamity of deceiving
I mean quote, unquote "living"
Or "believing"
Or fill in the blank with your meaning
Tell me the first meeting
Equals the year 15 evening
Yeah...
Love is beyond fleeting
And I'm partnered with loves nothing
Everything is repeating
From happy to grieving
I feel sorry for who's doing the tallying

©2025
Love is a strange thing,
Often plays games in your head,
Keeping you from bed.
Confusing
Drowning in the ocean just to feel your skin,
Even though deep down i know you lust me.
Love is blind,
So I'd rather stay and live in a lie.
And the hot sand burns my feet,
I don't want to change you, i just want to love you.

Your beautiful eyes that i want to look at,
Your hair that i want to touch.
The sun makes me sweat,
Would it be okay to get your permission to feel your warmth?
Your flaws make me love more and more.
Even when i feel like you don't care anymore.

I swear im not evil,
I just want to feel you.
Skin to skin, lips to lips.
My only wish for this life.
simmer Mar 9
Lord
As I’m washed clean by your blood
Please wash my ways as well
Reside within me
Belittle my desires
Let
Your
Love
Encapture my whole being
Leave no room for worldly interests  
I humbly beg O God
Please
I'm trapped, it feels endless
Drowning in my own thoughts
Is the path I've chosen the right one?
Have I taken a wrong turn?
Then why do I see no light ahead?

So many pebbles disturbing steps
So many exhausting uphill climbs
Is the destiny I hold onto just an illusion?
Will The dream I proudly share fade into mere memories?
I've wandered this far,
God, guide me through my doubts.
When lyrics are prophesies
And songs give a warning
You'd think that you could use them
To rewrite your story

Guess we aren't meant to see our futures, then
For when a prophesy is foretold
I only ever comprehend it
When the knowledge has grown old

So I am doomed to simply listen
And gasp when the words start to make sense
And pray if true danger ever comes
I learn how not to be so dense
Most of the songs I listen to have begun to come true... I've tried interpreting other songs but always fail. It's always a pretty euphoric experience to put on a song and hear a lyric connect in my mind like, "ohhhhh, THAT'S what it meant..."
fish-sama Feb 12
cry. Decide to
Lie. again to
moi. Pourquoi
toi. Tried to
die?

Glory, l’amour
story. restore
la mort aqueous
encore. Tedious.
Again, Theseus?
Being distrusted because of  failing even though you did so well before, tears like death in liquid form
Who        
         Are
                You?

If I'm honest I don't really know, I think I'm me but I could be you just as well as you could be me and I could be someone else entirely.
All I've got to do is take off this mask but what if I do and nobody is
There, Their, Theirs, Where?
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