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 Jul 2021
ryn
There is beauty
in these depths.

But you’d have
to drown
to see it.
 Jul 2021
Glenn Currier
It cracks me open -
this time with music and muse.
My pen punctures a hole
through a membrane
of routine and lazy habits
into my darkness
stale air escapes.
This writing lets in light and life
it is water on soil
a flowering.
Oh how I have missed writing during this period of back pain. It is regenerating me, awakening something in me. Isn't it wonderful?
 Jun 2021
Maddy
Just enjoy it all
No fuss no muss
No awards though they are nice
Concentrate on what makes your heart happy
Singing in the car
Laughing at a memory
Savoring the greatest dessert of
all
Love
Easy and the pleasure is that enjoying it strengthens you more than you will ever know
Easy
Facil mis amigos

C@rainowchaser2021
 Jun 2021
Brett
Sometimes I forget to breath
A nagging voice, gnawing at my sleeve
My demons,
          at the gates they seethe
Begging for me to set them free
Darkness beckons me,
           with its ecstasy
Clawing from the inside, but
Outside I crack and wither
Like these scars are all that’s left of me

Picture perfect portrait of paranoia
Sunken eyes
My inner voice has distorted
Causing me to toss and turn,
and become contorted
Foreign is my reflection
The Dark Man has trapped me
With his apathy
I let him in
Depression wins
A journey into the dark. The core of my abilities is in my courage to converse with the darkness. An eternal struggle
 May 2021
AE
Growing pains,
It hurts when your bones break the tethers
And you float above oblivion
only to see yesterday smiling back at you
holding out bandages
to wrap your open wounds,
and send you off to tomorrow,
toward a monument of obstacles
you forgot you had already crossed
 Apr 2021
Adam Kinsley
I writhe in my anxiety
Still wishing I could sleep
My conscience ran so far from me
I've sown and now, I reap

I'm blinded by the lies I've told
And, petty, selfish lust
Regretful schemes are getting old
I'll fail to earn your trust

Indulging in such reckless vice:
I wish that I had fled
What demons will I soon entice?
I know, they want me dead

The nights are stern, as once they were
With all my sober thoughts
What bold chagrin will I incur
While aspiration rots?

Forgetting all my fatal flaws
I still have never learned
I'm sure I'll find a coupled cause
[To all those bridges burned]...
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