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Endless bliss or endless torment? You decide.
Art: by the very talented @ofloveandcolour

Three poems to make up for the days I was supposed to be posting (so please swipe to the right to see them all). Side note: I've never liked titles. I've never liked putting them at the beginning. So now, I'm trying to put them at the end, as some other poets have done (i.e., Nayyirah Waheed, whose work I read for the first time recently and fell in love with). #poetsofinstagram #poetry #micropoems #30daywritingchallenge #samanticswrites

“The thing that is really hard, and really amazing, is giving up on being perfect and beginning the work of becoming yourself.” | Anna Quindlen |

What we show and what we hide, both from ourselves and others. Would the world fall apart if these truths were revealed like dreams to minds whose slumber has woken? #rigouroushonesty #micropoems #truth

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Her technicolor world fades as the sparkle in her eyes dies. When she talks, she sounds like a muffled slow song. 🥀
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An attempt to capture depression. 👆🏻Maybe someone out there can relate?? *sending out virtual hugs* ✨
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📸: @augustprawira thank you Gust! 😁

You say there isn't enough
Not enough feeling
Not enough emotion
The muscle I've ripped out of my chest
Creating a bloody mess on the floor
One I'll have to mop up tomorrow morning

But there it is still alive.

It's been scarred and whipped by cynicism.
Life chewed it up and spit it out and tried to beat it into a shape the world calls a heart
It's nothing like the truth
Nothing like the gritty mess of blood and fibre that bound itself back together.
And you say that isn't enough?
Well I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for you.
-Skye

Breaking myself in two, for the sake of finding truth.
Art: @jav_rubin

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Endless bliss or endless torment? You decide.
Art: by the very talented @ofloveandcolour

I couldn't find my words within you anymore,
Your hands are cold and so does my heart.
Perhaps the time already told us,
But we're just too busy to listen,
That our time has come,
to end everything that we had built,
Before we killed each other in sadness.

Through the sky,
Into your arms,
And I am yours,
To love and to break,
Make me feel you,
Make me alive,
Once again,
In your arms..

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Trembling
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My hands fumbled across the words your hand dealt

The words that ceased as you awayed to sea

Away to a new land

Away to a new land away from me.

Away to a new land where your beautiful curls touched only by sun

And not my shaky fingers

And not my shaky fingers nervous by your beauty

Never did I expect you to return

To small dusty house

To small dusty house in the back alley

Where I lived I thought happily

Till you dropped your roses

Till you dropped your roses at my feet and sobbed.

And took my hands in yours

And kissed me with lips trembling more than they ever did.
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-Skye

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I don't care if we end in fire

If we burn cities down in rage

Break walls with our lips

I want sparks to collide

Our love to be real

More real than anything I've ever known

I want it to be more than this hollow existence we call life

I want to feel you

And me

And the ichor in our veins

Spontaneously combust

And if we end in fire as young love is wont

We may both have only lived.
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-Skye

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Pity Case
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To touch that place

Inside her

It's hard

Long since she last saw it herself

Lost direction in a maze of thoughts

Constantly shifting

They help

They do

The others

They must help the little pity case

Illuminate her tiny mind

Patronising the murmurs

Beyond which her gifted tongue cannot express

Oh how beautiful her mind is

And how devastatingly trapped. -Skye

“The thing that is really hard, and really amazing, is giving up on being perfect and beginning the work of becoming yourself.” | Anna Quindlen |

Breaking myself in two, for the sake of finding truth.
Art: @jav_rubin

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Frida(2)
Tangled thoughts of fierce ideas

Casting nets in screaming colour

On my clothes and in my hands

By proxy the paper they touch

But even nets of the brightest reds

Unable to capture a heart unfaithful

I suppose we love each other.

I suppose 'I suppose' is the most we could ever be. -Skye

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