Some people are not a chapter you read in daylight.
They are the line you whisper at midnight, the sin you turn into a prayer, the one you hide from the world because the world would call it wrong and your soul calls it home
#vss365#signal
an alley
tucked in the
heart of the city
putrescent
with shadowed secrets
pulp signals
bleed neon glare
a smile like smoke
another soul stripped,
another body undone
and the city smokes
indifferent
apathetic
whispering hunger
through crimson lips
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#ωнιѕρєяѕ
hearts compacted
into small rectangles
a thousand connections
just to feel less alone,
to feel something.
presence reduced to
comment threads
& quick replies.
we give away our
undivided attention
for the comfort
of endless reach,
feeds full of everything
& somehow never enough.
as we sit
alone,
together.
~𝓜
Attention becomes abstract
when sought but not received,
Underdogs have to look out for each other,
Contenders wouldn't bother with them.
In the journal of the achievers,
Those coming second are never chronicled,
In a world filled with races,
The winning horse gets the bid.(1/2)
echo
i don't mind influence.
everyone steals fire somewhere.
but some people
don't steal warmth.
they steal shape.
they wear your cadence
like a dead man's coat,
dragging your sentences behind them
hoping someone mistakes the noise
for weight.
suddenly they talk like you.
bleed like you.
rage like you.
all while never having survived
a single thing that made the words necessary.
small people do that.
they climb onto another man's voice
because standing alone
never made a shadow long enough
to be noticed.
Time didn't take her from you. It removed your excuses.
You know now that no one else fits the truth of you. What you felt was never chaos, But alignment before you were ready.
If you choose truth, it leads you back to her.
If you don’t, the void of her follows you
Everywhere.
is physical intimacy dead? asking for a friend
give the back of your thighs. warm
tongue to sweet flesh. give your heart,
still bloody. will hold each beat soft. give
open mouth. i'll swallow your calm cries
for more. more. more.
~K.T.
#poetry#kaytpoems#elenaspoetryprompts