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neth jones Mar 15
step to the threshold
love is pulled away with the door
       into the ice night
replaced with mewling horror
exposure   invites my death
..tanka style

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threshold
step
     into the night
and love is pulled away with the door
replaced
       with a mewling wall of horror
step out and meet winter
  exposure    invites my death
                                with a snarl
Spicy Digits Mar 4
My voice is not sick.
My heart does not lack charge
And my fingers rest beautifully.

My wires are impeccably engineered.
My brain is alight with knowing
And my belly, understanding.

Tell me, what does yours say?
Does it lie to you?

Our voices are not sick
Our words are not misguided.
We simply know you well,
And suffer for it.
Ginelle Feb 29
In those late, fragile hours
on those dark, desolate nights
my soul seems to wander the earth
searching for a heart that matches mine

if soulmates do exist
then i'm missing a puzzle twain
Plato wasn't fallacious when he said the soul splits a brace

once you cradled my hand in yours,
our fingers dance, entwined;
I sensed this eternal connection,
that we are forever, intricately aligned
worked really hard to repair this. what do we think?
My thoughts.
So dark
They can’t be sought.

Little whispers
Cloud my head.
Triggers straight to my head.

Encrypting
Their teachings
Into my mind.

And I,
Now fallen,

Subjected to lies.
Jason Drury Feb 27
This here is my home,
metal sides of cold.
Death drips,
from the roof and mold.

This here is my home,
I run away far with my car.
To find myself parked,
staring through the dark.

This here is my home,
the walls mutter judgement,
charred with abandonment.

This here is my home,
It's gone now,
Burnt to the ground.

This here was my home.
Dylan Feb 22
I want to keep all of the words
that find me in wonder and fear.

Spectral fingers reach for mine
but slip through my hand into the dark.
I fascinate from afar
as night pulls away their billowing skin
and wipes away their misty faces.

Ghosts ahuddle on an ivied bridge
poised in pearl-white robes.
Empty eyes and trembling hands
brush through the stream invisibly;
nothing to touch, no one to see.

Pebbles stare back as ripples unfold
into reflections of the weak and cold.
When I called, I loved you.
In thrill having it all!
Then love came so untrue,
I lost you through the fall.
Lost childhoods unfeed, dread…
We found our way by train,
God was all first to bled.
Things never been the same…
No hourglass on skin,
Could tell me otherwise.
Where grace and love begin.
No more cuts I despise.
Imperium our friend,
What used to be no end.
I will never forget the times we had,
Yes, things could’ve been better, and further.
What more can I say no longer all sad,
A heart restored, broken on back burner.
The ones who warn will always sacrifice,
Willingly not knowing what to enter.
We sometimes don’t know what will come at price,
In loving you lone, I a dementer.
Your feelings are valid just as all I,
The shadows are here as I haunt know.
Lo and behold? I don’t want a goodbye,
Your purities never too much to show.
God! Rage you must the chills come time the spined?
Locked memories no one will ever find…
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