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the shiftiness of your touch
as you guided your hands along
my rough edges
like the lapping ocean on the shore
approaching dusk

the youth that carried that memory
where you held my heart
and wrapped it so intricately in the veins
in which blood flows through your fingertips

i so achingly want to forget
forget all sorrows that borrowed unwelcome
but when dusk gets a little more deeper
and the beat of my life glows weaker
will you still remember? by @shiso.nice

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3 years ago

ever-swaying, this heartbeat
unreliable and unaligned
in the jagged rifts of the mind.
its lack of thought. lack of love.
or so it continues to lie.

its still believed,
past the time it should have been let go
it claws, tapping a rhythm on the ribs,
confusing the heart to follow
its unsoundly song.

withering constant
becoming one with this self.
taking it apart seems only a half-hearted wish.
simply one not worth fulfilling:

when will time pass,
where it doesn't matter enough.
because every little thing
becomes a reason.

reasons to be unreasonably unkind by @shiso.nice

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5 years ago

treasure of mine,
keeping itself in the tides of time.
unmoving in silence as a budding song bids its shine.
keeping it close to home, within me where the hole lays,
i trust in its comfort, its invitation of better days.

sometimes, when the clouds gather
and speak among the peaks of my mind,
a lone bird cuts through, wings pure and achingly kind.
the fog lifts sometimes, and atop is the treasure.
a piece of mine that remains after everything.
forever and ever. by @shiso.nice

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5 years ago

the road laid beyond me
the crimson of my vision hazes
dry eyes that couldn’t see
as im fighting through the smokey mazes

the mirrors dripped with condensation
damp beneath my needle-pricked finger
odd sensations, an odd temptation
leave it alone for the feeling to linger

and even when i still follow
the creases and lines, where the asphalt lie
the capsule of my flesh felt hollow
it flickers beneath my eye

i raise my hands up to the tinted horizon
between the cracks of my skin, it shines
reaching out toward my verizon
it beckons me sweetly in vibrant lines

each little step equals a shorter breath
the pace taken not once falters
a sight so peaceful, like gentle death
and with a moment’s pass, the ground alters by @shiso.nice

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5 years ago

through every inch of me,
i feel so sweet.
a lasting thread to meet.
its drifting, gliding, hiding somehwere in between.

tugging incessantly, i feel it in my ribs
its urging me closer, i feel its breathing as it lives.
a breath on my nose and there’s the sorrow,
so clear it hurts, i hope it fades tomorrow.

creatures like us love too much to worry,
its almost strange how its something to know.
but what of the wrong if things are temporary?
then again, you reap what you sow.

walking through this cracked road,
fingerprints run over it, carefully considered.
i follow blindy, not even sure if they’re my own.

try as i might, i cant pick up the pace
suspended, unsure, its painted on my face.
why does hesitance bring so mucn regret,
when i havent even missed you yet?

creatures like us worry too much to love,
its almost strange how its something to know.
but what of crows if there’s a dove?
because after all, you yield what you grow. by @shiso.nice

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6 years ago

remained gazes on the one surface,
a rippling lake.
simmering under the sun, with intensity beyond its power.
no room made for the lidded tears to soar, trapped like canned paint, only waiting.

dry eyes blinking for a break, white like an empty canvas.
the brushes dry, becoming stiff,
useless for another tone and stroke.
the lake evaporates, misting into unmoving pupils,
continuing to shrink away
to become nothing.

the sun does not relent, but the gazes weaken in exhaustion.
patience begins to wear thin,
but when the final drop finally fades away,
the first tear urges to fall. by @shiso.nice

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6 years ago

comfort in odd forms
is found in many ways,
questionable but nonetheless grounding.
doubt that diminishes
when soles of feet meet the floor.

the world refreshes
and gravity pulls the blood downwards in the body
as it should be.
peace washes over the newly solid form,
that was once faltering,
meeting where the pain still lingers
where it was last left.

the candle goes out
and beside it, a matchstick lays.
burnt and spent.
the smoke ascends,
forming a familiar face.

not even a minute passes,
until the sensation calls back
and pulls incessantly
like a needy, pleading child.

unfurnished and bare,
the mind is laid out
with nothing to pass through the empty spaces.
an edge seeps in,
soaking the vacant spots
until it breaks apart.
the candle sighs, a second passes
and it lights up again once more.

each finger tip whispers,
pleads in one ear
coming out the other
as sweet nothings.
singed lightly, the digits danced
in front of the flame,
and the shadows on the wall joined in
swaying with equal grace.

the walls open up
and the nostalgic smell of birthdays
greets the room,
more solid than ever,
eyes flutter closed in relief
and in the once soundless mind,
a wish passes through
as quick as the fading flame. by @shiso.nice

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6 years ago

where the image sways
in a constant wind,
i ponder the familiarity
of a place that rang to me
an old, cherished memory.

plush cushion beneath my feet
rooted into this dirty gold
still radiant beneath the sun rays
but somehow
still damp and cold

a forward step and i ascend
beyond the cracked tiles beneath my soles
edging toward its tempting call
to relive a day
that once felt whole

eyes follow the waves beyond
in a distant haze of monochrome
the colour returns and awakens me
and a smile returns
back to its home. by @shiso.nice

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6 years ago

dreams
rooted from the mind
from passion and longing,
yearning and wanting.
branching out into something different,
or cut down,
allowing a new seed to be planted
at times when minds are being changed.
or perhaps none planted to grow at all.

we all are expected to tend to a garden
of wants and needs,
of aspirations and ambitions.
what if one flower wilts?
or the field can only grow bushes of weeds?
the seeds of doubt
rooted from insecurity,
watered by helpless tears
and shone dimly upon by withering, wary looks?

do you really want to nourish such a hopeless garden?
void of love, care and colour
of attention and consistency?
im sure one has it in them
the richness of soil
and the gentleness of a warm smile.
a feeling that this garden can be cultivated
into that of beauty,
just like a promising future
that blooms into full clarity

do me a favour
and pick some flowers for me.
make me a lovely bouquet
of your dreams
arrange a flower garden that assembles the you.
the ‘you’ you vision yourself
and need yourself
to be. taken in Garden of Dreams by @shiso.nice

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7 years ago

what does it mean to ‘love yourself’? so many words could come up
when it comes to defining ‘love’
but what could a person say
when asked to define themselves?
its a broad question,
but has a narrow maze of answers.
a vast meaning,
but by default has a hollow space
waiting to be filled.
because some don’t know yet what love is like,
how to love,
or to be loved,
let alone know
how to even
love
themselves. by @shiso.nice

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7 years ago

in the cold of the night
where the air bites at my skin,
rising slowly
over the trees.
patiently, i wait for you,
to kindly keep me warm.

your light rays like arms
wrapping around me
ever so gently.
smiling in your embrace,
making me forget of winter.

im in your clutches now,
do not dare to let me go.
you’re here with me now
and im here with you.

basking in what is you and what i love,
what i know and what i remember.
i treasure it so deeply,
even when i am sleepy,
i can blink away the dreams
for your loving in the dawn. by @shiso.nice

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7 years ago

cities are pretty in the dark
nature is pretty in the day
‘pretty’ has it’s conditions when it comes to that sort of thing
if only people didn’t make there to be conditions to be pretty
or force themselves to feel pretty in certain conditions
for certain conditions. by @shiso.nice

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7 years ago