For better or for worse
That's what they say
You play me like that last note
Of that one song you can't get out of your head.
~~~
Trapped in an endless loop
Lyrics so old
Waiting for the next melody
Of better days to come.
~~~
Hearts collapsed
Salty blue's
Peeking behind the curtain
You see the truest of true's.
~~~
Eating out of your hand
Like a dog to its master
Dissoriented feelings
Your vice,
My price to pay.
~~~
Enveloping sense of something coming
Is it good or bad?
Who's to know.
~~~
Liquorice lips
And satin sheets
A cover
For your narcissistic core.
~~~
Cancer of the cosmos
Rotting and consumed
Prankster of the heart
Forever and always
The Joker to my Harley.
~~~
Twisted Love.
About the Creator
Tressa Rose
On a serious self-discovering, soul-searching journey. Breaking myself out of a stagnant shell and reaching out for my dream of being a writer. Small steps but this is my start! Please help me by commenting your feedback, I'd be grateful!
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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 Curtis4 days ago in Humans
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I FELT EVERY WORD! I HAVE BEEN THERE!
Impressive! Sad and hopeful and toxic all interwoven into one beautiful poem
Each line seems to unravel another layer of the emotional tapestry, revealing the intricacies of a complicated love story. 🎭💔
The Joker to my Harley. That was just so bittersweet. Your poem was extremely relatable!