You’re haunting me.
Suffocating out my dreams.
There’s an ache,
Smothering my heart,
Until the tears run down my cheeks.
I want you to be real.
I want to be able to remember how it felt.
To hold you in my arms.
To know that everything would be ok.
I feel you,
In my dreams,
I know you’re still here with me.
But nothing erases this gaping, bleeding heart,
That longs to be with you.
Life feels like a curse.
Like a burden that took you away too soon.
This pain dares to make me write.
This sadness fuels the words that I wished I could have said to you.
To have been able to tell you how much I loved you,
To be able to tell you how much I miss you,
To not cry when I see your beautiful face in my dreams.
I’ll be yours forever,
If only in my dreams.
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Alisha Wilkins
I've been writing my whole life. Writing about realms to escape in, forbidden characters to fall in love with, and using writing as my muse and refuge. Sometimes writing opens up the soul to healing, learning, and eventually to living again
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Red Shelves
Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis5 days ago in Humans
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Losing him because I feel I know who you are talking about was a blow to all of us but I know how much you loved him. This poem is both relatable and tragically beautiful.
Gosh this was so heartbreaking and relatable. Loved your poem!