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Blame, the thing we have all done, the thing we do to shame the
one who did it all.
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Blame, the thing we do so much, for if we didn't do it, our thoughts
would just combust.
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Blame, the thing we consider immature, is the thing we all do, to
shame the one who did it all.
Pain, the thing that never leaves us alone, for pain is the
closest friend we all disgust.
Pain, the thing that lets us know we are hurt, in one way or
another, we all have to cope.
Pain, the thing that we never want to feel, but if we never felt
it, how are we sure, we're still down here.
 Apr 2018 Broken Arpeggio
ali
wake up.
why won’t you just stand up?
open your eyes.
i refuse to believe any of the universe’s lies.

stop this.
i hate to reminisce,
don’t let this be true.
we’ve got so many dreams and wishes to pursue.

i don’t understand.
this wasn’t planned,
this is too soon.
who gave three women the right to cut one string?

but no one knows how one string
can affect everything.
once whole,
now two,
frayed at the edges where the scissors broke through.

please, don’t you see what you’re doing to me?
i can’t stop the tears from running free,
can’t stop the sobs from shaking my whole body.
help, please, help, anybody, everybody, somebody.

no matter how much I hold my hands over my ears,
i can hear the universe’s words loud and clear.
no matter how much I wish it for it not to be true,
i know that you’re gone.

nobody knows.
nobody understands I suppose.

i didn’t even get a goodbye.
all I can do now is look to the sky.
and while I may not be able to see you again,
i hope you’ve watched me battle through this unknown terrain.
because if there’s one thing I’ve come to learn,
it’d be that I didn’t know just how strong we can truly be.
i believe that there never has been, nor will there ever be, a poem that can truly capture every moment, every fleeting thought, and and every overwhelming silenced emotions that come to haunt a person when they lose someone. this one moment in time, just the few words that are shared or the sight seen by your own eyes, will always be with you, and the voice that it leaves behind in your head will never leave. so instead of letting it tear all you have down, let it inspire you..
 Apr 2018 Broken Arpeggio
ali
as a poet,
i know a bad day
can be cured with just
a pen and some paper.

but as a person,
i know that there are some days
when the poet is drowning in so many
unsaid words and
incurable emotions,
that even the pen
is left speechless.
 Apr 2018 Broken Arpeggio
ali
gray
 Apr 2018 Broken Arpeggio
ali
i've run out of poetry,
and now all i'm left with
is gray.

gray surroundings,
gray people.
i'm lost in a world
that's lost in itself.

i can't find the words
to even say what i'm feeling,
because all i see is confusion
staring right back at me.

i'm in a room full of mirrors,
my own reflection
not appearing
because i've lost myself
in the depths of my thoughts.

someone,
please find me,
someone, anyone,
i'm gasping for air
that's not even there.

no one understands,
yet you're all here to listen.

there's only one problem.

i can't find the words-
i've run out of poetry.
my solution to having writer's block but also desperately needing to write at the same time
Forceful thoughts fall from the seams
Like the nightmarish steeds
Of a hellscape dream

So carved into rock are the thoughts at hand
That I can not escape
Who truly I am

A monster inside
With a colorful broach
And just enough care
To help you approach

When the fear you should have
I help wipe away
To disguise the danger
That will always stay

Run as you should
But you never can
Because I glove my ugly with a caring hand

So take my hand and come with me
To a world of fantasy and make believe
So carefully painted with a velvety sheen
So as to not let it show this is all a dream

But the paint does chip
And so you will wake
To an external hell
With no escape
I am so tired
maybe of life
maybe from lack of sleep
I really can't tell
but **** am I tired

Every moment
every night
every shining moment of light
I am so...
tired
I can't explain depression to everyone but this is the closest I feel I can get to accurately explaining it.
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