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sarahm
Chin to the sky Shoulders straight The scourger stands high Dictating their fate Wails in the void Blood on the street Lives destroyed Torture on repeat Innocent or guilty The whip spares none No trial, no pity All the living, gone Chin to the sky Shoulders straight The scourger stands high Dictating my fate Whip after whip For daring to exist My soul in his grip Too weary to resist
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Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 6:19 PM UTC
The Scourger
They call it winter blues, But birds steal my sleep at dawn, The coffee scalds my tongue, And my showers are ice cold. They call it winter blues, But kids’ laughter clouds the words in my book, Ice-cream trucks are buzzing, And the sun won’t surrender to the moon. They call it winter blues, But handshakes are sweaty, And hugs are cold. They call it winter blues, But ain’t the tranquil ocean blue? The celestial sky? And the ‘welcome baby boy’ balloons? They call it winter blues, But isn’t winter just a season? Why does it stick all year long?
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Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 12:34 PM UTC
Winter Blues
The little devil of your creation Is vindictively seeking retaliation It's not just a moment of aberration It's the result of years of desperation It's the only logical ramification Of the never-ending humiliation Of the betrayal that smothered my dedication Now I see it, you can't hide your trepidation Your fear of the awaiting excruciation I'm sorry I couldn't resist the temptation To see on your face that look of frustration I bet it exceeded your expectation But you've always been my inspiration And then again, I'm just a devil of your creation.
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Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 5:53 PM UTC
A Devil of Your Creation
I’m an observer of life. I watch as the sun rises and sets, As people become lovers, and lovers grow estranged. I watch as trees grow, as leaves dance and fall. I watch, but have no growth of my own. No warmth to offer, No wisdom to share. I walk on sidewalks. I watch as cars drive by, as clouds swim through the blue skies, as children grow. I watch as my hair turns gray, and wrinkles deepen by the day. I look at photos and can’t tell how time elapsed. How my bangs grew, how the dye faded, and how my body changed. I don’t know how and when time passed me by. I capture moments and get trapped in between. I often can’t tell reality from a dream. I’m a mere observer. And wonder if I’ll ever be observed.
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Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 4:27 PM UTC
The Observer
A lonely sky No moon in sight Air faint and dry Trees paralyzed Curious bats No fruits to bite A lifeless garden A silent night
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Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 7:50 PM UTC
A Lonely Night
‘Freeze’ brought us to a stop under a warm spotlight. I turned to face my partner and saw these hazel eyes. Eyes that had felt distant, dodging my very presence. Uncertain, I looked at them - prepared for rejection. But they wrinkled at the corners to match an unexpected smile. Paired with a long sigh - a ‘phew’ that filled the distance. Melting away the tension and inviting my heart to soften. I found myself engulfed in these hazel eyes. Shielded by sharp lashes as if to protect for a while. A guard let down allowed mine to drop into ease. A wide smile emerged and claimed my face. It was pure magic, to finally feel seen. But magic is short-lived - it was soon time to say goodbye. I crinkled my eyelids, pushing this moment to a hidden room. A room only I could visit when loneliness strikes.
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May 29, 2025
May 29, 2025 at 9:21 AM UTC
One Tender Moment