Xyns - Hello Poetry

Mar 2015

ryn

Serenade

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•play me a
tune of sweet serenade
•sing me a song of wistful
melody•recite me the words
you would            have said•
now whisper me your sighs
tenderly•paint me the
colours of night and day•write
me the poem of your heart•send me
your love on which I lay•make me the
end to all your starts•strum me the chord
of hopeful bliss•compose me a ballad that
sets my innermost free•so play me your
tune, the one that I would always miss
•and keep singing of us in a song,
so we'd be immortalised in
eternity•
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#concretepoetry #hellopoetry107 #serenademetodeath

Xyns Mar 2015

Let's See

Let's see how I write
When I'm high
Let's see what ****
Comes out of my mind

I'm on cloud 9
Maybe ever higher
Neptune
With my magic WiFi

Lol, laugh out loud
I'm on another level
Wonder who knows
How I'm feeling right now

Honestly, I don't even remember starting this thing...let's see how it goes.

Mar 2015

epictails

A Bold Quest for Meaning

He was flying
midair like a bird on its
first glide
his wings about
to break
from the current that wanted
to stop him
a sweet sensation in his mouth
about to roll him over,
freedom enslaving his body
Alas!
He went back to the earth
to the ground
to reality so atrocious
only this time with a heartbreaking crash
and crash and crash
and blood and bones separating
soft flesh pulped
muffled voices, shocked riffs hanging
like his vision
his life, his story!

*Oh but that was to be the end of him...

the death of a bold quest for meaning

#suicide #freedom #sad #life #pain #death

Mar 2015

June Montag

Make Believe

unscrupulous universe
     steeped in illusion and so
     electrifiedcrazy
with
infernal edges chafed
     against tinfoil stars
     bent and
     broken.
they make believe that they are beautiful.

unscrupulous people
     sharply disillusioned and so
     upandoutwild
with
rough edges filed smooth
     with makeup and glam
     but they're still
     bent and
     broken.
they make believe that they are beautiful.

understated words
     creating an illusion and so
     slipperysilverfleeting
with
dark corners coming
     alive under the
     pretense of fiction
     bent but not
     broken.
they know that they are beautiful.

we all make believe.

#broken #thoughts #*** #for #make-believe #pretend #your #penny

Xyns Mar 2015

Untitled

It's not being sad
Or crying all the time

It's not being lonely
Or staying up at night

It's being numb
And feeling hollow

It's being empty
And drinking endlessly

It's grasping desperately
At what you used to be
And clinging to anything
That gets you through the day

It's depression.