A tired voice playing in the music box,
recorded by a blue sea,
unable to scream,
drowned by her own waves.
No one ever listens.
.
A flute that keeps running out of breath,
behind the orchestra
with no microphone on.
All the struggle, yet no one ever notices.
..
An alarm on silent,
beeping at 3a.m.,
trying to warn about the sleep paralysis demon strangling my throat.
Unable to scream— what changed?
Such useless effort,
crushed again.
...
An empty white dress,
still alive, yet already begging for justice,
dancing on the edge of a cliff
atop the tallest school building.
"How did she get up there?" they mutter.
"Why did she get up there?" he wonders.
Carelessly embracing the sunset,
going down with her.
Go, slip through the borderline of heaven and earth;
taste everything you ever wanted
and everything you ever hated.
No in-betweens— just go. Sleep.
A hand held—
it hissed.
A man meddled—
he kissed.
"If you're just going to fall anyway,why don't you fall in love with me?"
Sweet, candy-like words.
Like a drug, they're addictive.
Get away—this masked illusion,
you know it best.
She turned around,
avoiding any further nonsense,
secretly glad someone finally glanced.
Ran right back to hell—not "home."
Well,I guess we go back to square one.
A tired voice playing in the music box,
recorded by a blue sea,
unable to scream,
drowned by her own waves.
In a loop, it plays.
"Eh?That's not how it goes—"
"Oh... sorry.I just can't get enough of your voice."
A flute that keeps running out of breath,
behind the orchestra
with no microphone on,
while all the other instruments
balance harmony and melody—
He—"Such breathtaking beauty you have."
An alarm on silent,
beeping at 3 a.m.,
trying to warn about the sleep paralysis demon strangling my throat.
Unable to scream—what changed?
"You are careless, selfless, and kindness itself."
A
white dress, alive—
he gave her justice,
not a chance to beg.
They dance on the edge of a cliff
atop the tallest school building,
watching the sunset go down.
"So beautiful," she mutters,
meeting eyes with the orange sky.
"So beautiful?" he wonders.
Does she even realize her orange eyes are being kissed by the sky?
Well,
I guess she did not need to fall anymore,
because hehad already fallen for her.
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Poetry𝑰 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒕; 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚... 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕. A collection of poems...
