Ex Poems
I laughed
by green blueI laughed. I laughed and you didn’t know why. I laughed because I knew it was over. I laughed because all the stereotypes are true. I laughed at how anticlimactic that was. I laughed at myself for knowing it was over but not saying anything just so you can reach that conclusion yourself so that you can break up with me just for the sake of sparing your pride. I laughed that at the moment i felt betrayed by the person closest to me and i still picked you over myself. I laughed at the frailness of a love that was forged by the fire of adversity when it faced the coldness of fear. Maybe i’m not in love with you but i sure as hell love you.
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by Daniel Shapovalov
Finding your hair between my pillows..
Man this shits everywhere.
Reminiscing 'bout the days where we just laid and stared
at the sunrise (your first time), Our last time- yea I kept it true.
But one mans truth is another women's lie
cause the way I remember it, I was left alone to cry.
"Shy and introverted", walking around in her Harley Quin outfit.
I was your Joker then, should've realized we were just a joke then.
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I Must Heal
by Leigh Yah
It all makes sense now
Those nights I deprived myself from sleep
Those days I wondered where and how
And those moments I combat with anxiety.
I lost count of the times I endured infidelity
But that isn't the only case I had to deal with
My vision was clear but I feel like I'm blinded
Too bad, ignoring all the clues became a habit.
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Her
by Tom F
Her
Her in the waiting room that stands out for all the wrong reasons, but don’t worry she’s too tall to be. Her on the train with the big blue eyes that don’t sparkle like.
Her in the bar wearing the same perfume as. Her in a photo with a big colourful scarf that I know ’d love.
Her over there with the blonde hair that makes me double take just to make sure it’s not. Her at the concert dancing and singing like there’s no orrow. Her exploring and taking pictures just like used to do. Her in the cafe booking her next adventure away which is something she loves more than anything, just like.
My life revolves around her, cant you see? Everything.
I hate that I notice her all the time.
She will always be her, but never be, you.
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Musing 12
by Shuvo Chakraborty
Those who have gone and those on periphery
Or in contemplation of hibernation for splendid disappotments,
Although are different sorts from spirited living
Irrespective for causes weak or strong,
Altogether forming ever constellation of prisms
In the remote corner of cloudy skye limits
Of feeble memories that saw them living late.
Early bathing in the river of mourning with rising Sun
Leaves nothing for ablution of mourners in evening,
Lousy sleep drags easy after the glimpse of stars.
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Bittersweet Fairytale
by Nad SZA
What an unfortunate fate;
We are almost perfect.
Our kiss was perfect,
Our plans match and align.
We already could envision
The beautiful future we could have together.
Working together, starting a family,
Having a life we've both dreamed of.
You're all I've been looking for,
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Her
by Tom F
Her
Her in the waiting room that stands out for all the wrong reasons, but don’t worry she’s too tall to be. Her on the train with the big blue eyes that don’t sparkle like.
Her in the bar wearing the same perfume as. Her in a photo with a big colourful scarf that I know ’d love.
Her over there with the blonde hair that makes me double take just to make sure it’s not. Her at the concert dancing and singing like there’s no orrow. Her exploring and taking pictures just like used to do. Her in the cafe booking her next adventure away which is something she loves more than anything, just like.
My life revolves around her, cant you see? Everything.
I hate that I notice her all the time.
She will always be her, but never be, you.
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Musing 17
by Shuvo Chakraborty
Dance, dance the moon in late night
Wearing the veil of mid winter fogs.
The livings are in dead sleep,
Dead are partly alive in gentle wind,
All winged messengers of belated hour
Frisking elsewhere stealing over the shadows.
Stage in haven looking best on mandarin mists ,
Inviting self with millions winking jewels engraved,
High time to set the trimming feet on rhythmic spree
And be mystic blonde restless in the hallowed dale.
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Musing 16
by Shuvo Chakraborty
Rummage the entire year upon a floor
And pick the losses and gains with hens perfection,
Hide all the emotions mollified and blanch setbacks behind the heart fortress,
Drop the lonely ideals and lofty honest thoughts on bedside basket
With maternal care to hatch consciousness in very next year.
The battle line obvious of late year will be fizzled out
In the midst of mid night clamours and celebrations and on sirens,
Let come out of blanket of misgivings with stout determination on new morning,
Infuse then teenage blood in every combats of life trampling the contempt
And conquer the fragile faith like a knight in table round.
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Musing 15
by Shuvo Chakraborty
Acknowledge our eternal struggle to tame the minds restless,
Midnight rats or in hares temper whether common or prodigal,
Like the sky cloudy, clear, foggy or in dark or in light,
Cold or moderate or sometime hot and intruders several.
More external is it is focus more weeds gathering like a river slim,
Germinate the stench more rather the odor of sandal or rose,
Heap of words and information most unessential and quite pinching.
Those can push it back internal and can cage it by concentration rare
Or by utter devotion and commitment or through divine meditation
Float with the evening star with glory steadfast and immortal.
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