ardnaxela

ardnaxela Oct 2020

You are never
clear with me
about
What it is you want.
I always have to guess.
Is this just a game to you?
Is my heart a play thing;
somewhere for you to make a mess?
Or
maybe it's a dream
meaning
It's all made up
And I should wake up.

I want to
Give you
All
Of me.
But I gotta know
You want me
I
Gotta know you
Need me
Know that
You can complete me.

I'm ready to become
Whole again

tired of

Splitting

Up
;

tired of

trying

  To

   Piece

    Back

Bits of my soul,
Fragments
S h a t t e r e d by senselessness.

blacked in sin.

I need my peace back.
I don't like to ask
But
I hate to guess
I'm wondering -
Can you be that?

And if not, just say so.

#guessing #games #wondering #love #clarity #fragments #heart #shattered #torn

ardnaxela Jul 2020

Need A Place To Hyde.

cemented in my position in opposition of lonely terrors
lonely terrors come at night, until they just watch from the shelf
from the shelf they contemplate and wait in their complacency
their complacency preys aimlessly under stars on barren souls
souls so cold have no energy source no life
Life gone stone - a victim of the Demented
demented are the intentions of the barren soul, to self-destruct conflicted and cemented
cemented in my position in opposition of lonely terrors
monsters i created myself

“Quiet minds cannot be perplexed or frightened but go on in fortune or misfortune at their own private pace, like a clock during a thunderstorm. ”
― Robert Louis Stevenson

#duality #mental

Jul 2020

Tom D

The Three Amigos

If Yesterday
be scarred by bad memories
and Tomorrow
possessed by dark dreams
They both have the power and influence
to make Today
come apart at the seams

Jul 2020

Jason Paul Klenetsky

Ill Content

There’s beauty in a silhouette
Despite the eyes I’ve never met
Her form takes shape and screams neglect
From lack of love to great extent
There’s the shadow of a marionette
A puppet on a string quartet
A solo act in-lieu of a duet
For someone who’s been heaven sent
The surest thing, the safest bet
The highest highs, the slow descent
Of lofty goals and warm sunsets
Instead, exists another ill content

ardnaxela Jul 2020

Slow Down.

Poetry starts like rain .
With one drop
It hits your body
You can feel it in your bones and muscles
And you have little time to prepare
But you know a storm is coming...
You can rush to get ahead of it
...You could try and block it altogether
But why not just take your time with it?
You could just see it through to the end.

#poetry #patience