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 Sep 2020
Graff1980
Sleep deprived
the thief decides
to steal the twinkle
in her eyes.

Knowing that
verdant glow
that grows spring,
that emerald
green scene
behind nature.

Dulling and dimmer
the color loses its
vibrant glimmer
thinning till
pigments pass away
like a corpse’s
cold gray figure.

Fatigue is the villain,
stealer of vibrancy
or has it been misplaced,
the flush of life
that once painted
her angelic face?

Reality becomes
very numb
as she is struck dumb
then succumbs
to the joylessness
of a colorless
world.
 Sep 2020
Graff1980
What a weird wonderland
as Alice comes so close to see
the strange curiosity that is me,
an inverted reflection,
while I see negative space
filled by her body, face,
and the thoughts she traces
out for me.
 Sep 2020
Luna Pan
your words are a pampered art; combination of an italian riviera tide along with french reverie aura
 Sep 2020
Graff1980
The human doesn’t live here,
Emotions don’t appear clear.
Everything he is feeling,
is off like a robot alien.

Confusion is the normal.
Uncertainty, totally natural.
Calamity may come to me
but what he sees is destiny.

Every day he’s learning,
trying to understand,
why what he is feeling
makes him feel more
machine than man.
 Sep 2020
Graff1980
They never let you go.
They keep you encumbered
identified and numbered
classified and moving slow,

while a big bad beast barrels fast behind,
terrible trouble hunting to find
the tasty morsel that is you.

Sleep deprived you still try
to run and hide to survive.

But you left deep imprints,
so easy to track and that
was their sick intent.

Set up to be a sacrifice
so, they can stay alive,
you succumb
become cold and numb
then end up being
dinner for the dark thing
that was pursuing you
and every other human being.
 Sep 2020
Graff1980
He lets it get darker.
As each sin begins
to cave in his skin,
he feels the death
of another friend.
Then the passing
of treasured kin.

The ground collapses
and he descends
to face the final
stage,
and rage against
that awful fate.

Streetlights go dim,
and a warm wind
starts chillin.

The sidewalks cracks,
and after that
the sounds of animal paws
and raven caws
ceases.

People stop speaking,
and he starts seeking
any redemption
to prevent him
from facing
that creepy sleep thing.

Not a bright light
or a dark scythe
cloaked guy
flies by.

It is just a light drip
like a leaking drain
with no pain
that that slows him
down.

The chasm calls,
blackish blue
and glittering pool
of infinite reflection.

The liquid is cool
as he slips and falls in
not quite drowning
but losing the outer edges
of conscious thought.

Foot, then up to his knee,
and he can see
sparkles firing lines
of lightning
sparking then fading,

Up to his but
then pass his gut
as each little light dies.

Lead heavy eyes
still crack red and dry,
as the murky water
gently summons him
to fall in.

One last breath,
then his mouth and nose
goes under as well,
followed by his hazel eyes,
and ***** brown hair.

The he sinks
no more thoughts to think
after he drinks
a little bit of this liquid,
and ceases to respire.
Instead, he expires
and his body
falls slowly disintegrating
in the space of eternity
 Sep 2020
Graff1980
The space bound
non-painted clown
acts like he is
on fire waiting
to back down
from the fight
he hasn’t found.

He is seduced
by the lies he uses,
for the art he confuses
with truths.

Paints reds and blues,
with pink petal hues
and terrible tints
that don’t compliment
him or any artistic endeavor.

Still, he believes he is as clever
as any other creative.
 Sep 2020
Graff1980
I am talking to myself.
Every verse that works
is a conversation
of my own making
with the brightest
fool I know.

Its not so bad.
I am the almost famous
Cinderella man
looking to expand
my influence
over a land.

Too bad I got good
just in time
for mankind
to face the boot
off of this planet
that we abuse
and pollute.
 Sep 2020
LeV3e
I'm afraid
Of
Eyes
Seeing me for
Who I truly am
That "they" might
Hate me
Because
I'm different.

I'm afraid
Of
Ears
That "they" might
Hear what I have to say
But
No one will want to
Listen

I'm afraid of
Hands
That "they" might
Make a fist or
Worst
Point a finger at me and
Single me
Out

I'm afraid
Of
You
The public is
Dangerous and
THEY have no time
To care about
My opinion
Only
"Theirs"
 Aug 2020
Lorraine Colon
Bravely the sun announces night has flown,
Its blinding rays far and wide it casts;
Reluctantly the moon descends its throne .......
Nothing lasts

Contentedly you'll hear the robin sing,
Her egg-filled nest she proudly broadcasts,
Then one sad morning her fledglings take wing .......
Nothing lasts

The withered rose that once nourished the bees
Now treats them like bewildered outcasts,
Her drops of nectar no longer appease .......
Nothing lasts

Sad hearts rejoice when Love knocks at their door,
So glad to forget their shattered pasts;
Soon they're holding hands with despair once more .......
Nothing lasts

For some, life holds honey;  for others, rue,
And then suddenly the trumpet blasts,
The Angel of Death comes to claim his due .......
Nothing lasts
 Aug 2020
basil
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the sun turns our thoughts into sweat
so i curse at the sky and blinding heat
for taking your voice away from me
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