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 2d
RJ
The days are spent in quiet chase,
A steady march, a changing pace,
I wander through the shifting streams,
The echoes of my fractured dreams.

I used to know exactly where,
The road would lead me, how I'd fare.
But now the map is worn and torn,
Still, I walk though I've been worn.

There’s strength in letting go, I’ve learned,
In fading lights, in bridges burned.
Yet in the dark, I still might see
A glimmer of who I used to be.

So here I stand, with both my hands,
I’ll write my future from the sands.
The past is never far away,
It guides the steps I take today.

I’m not who I was, but I still strive,
The heart that once felt dead is alive.
And though it’s me who shapes the way,
I am reborn in each new day.
 Jul 1
Hann
I loved you like the moon loves tides, pulling close, then pulling wide, a rhythm carved from ache and care, yet too much weight was in the air.
You were my lighthouse in the black, the one who always led me back, but even lighthouses loose light - and I, the storm, swallowed the night.
You saw the best when I was breaking, held my hand though they were shaking, but shadows clung to all I knew - even sunlight felt so blue. You saw the cracks before I did, found every place my soul had hid, you kissed the ghost behind my eyes, made peace where every panic lies.
You held my hand when I would shake, stood calm when I began to break, but love should never burn the one who gives and gets no return.
And though you said you'd never leave, I saw the weight you wore like grief, a smile stretched too thin to last, like flowers blooming in a blast.
I tried to be the sun, the shore, but what I gave just asked for more, my chest, a cage of crows and flame, whispered truths I couldn't name.
You held me through sleepless cries, the spirals, cuts, the anxious lies, but in your eyes, I came to see - you were fading while saving me.
And that's no life for love to live - to always take, to never give, I knew the cost, I knew the toll: to stay with me would wreck your soul.
So though it breaks what's left inside, I choose the hurt where you survive, if I could switch, if I could mend, if I could promise there's an end - I'd keep you close, I'd hold you tight, and walk with you into the light.
But I've been drowning far too long, to drag you down where you don't belong, so let me be the loss you mourn, not the burden you were born to carry past your own despair, you loved enough - it's not fair.
But you had to go where you can bloom, not wilt beside my inner tomb, I love you still, in quiet ways - in dark hours, in yesterdays.
I had to go, and you had too, for love like this can ruin you, and though you ache, I hope you know: to love you, I let you go.
 Jun 24
Rob Rutledge
I will talk to rivers
And walk into the sea
To ask the waves for answers,
Do we really need to breathe?

I will sing to landscapes
And whisper to the trees.
Play truth or dare with mountains
Then scream into the streams.

I'll cut my teeth on valleys,
Drawing blood in dreams.
Wake to find my veins are hollow
There was nothing left to bleed.

Now I find myself in exile,
Cast out from lands once known.
A martyr for a war not mine
But a heart that's cast in stone.
 May 31
Mary Huxley
It’s not the heartbreak that screams.
It’s the silence that follows.
The way someone becomes a stranger
while their memories still live in your chest.
How they laugh with others the way they used to with you—
and you pretend it doesn’t sting.
You act okay.
You smile.
But inside, you're mourning someone who’s still alive,
just no longer yours.
🅿romises bled from the mouth of the moon,
🅾aths carved in fog on a bone-white dune.
🅸 drank from a chalice that mirrored my face,
🆂in made of velvet, stitched into lace.
🅾racles wept in the orchard of skin,
🅽ailed to the silence that echoes within.

🅳eath wore a crown made of whispers and glass,
🆁eality cracked like a serpentine mass.
🅴very mirror refused to reflect,
🅰s shadows grew teeth and began to infect.
🅼y soul is a house where the doors won’t align..
Where dreams drink the dreamer, in slow serpent time.
The poem is a metaphorical horror tale about the poisoning of hope and dreams, where the person himself drinks the illusion, becomes lost in himself, and is escaped by reflection and reality. In the end, it is not the dream that is consumed—but the dreamer himself.

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 May 12
Kalliope
I'm minding my business, I've got things to do,
Yet my skin is tingling, I think I feel you
Do I just ignore it? Do I give into chase?
Either way I know I'm ****** once I see your face

A heartache so close, a whisper so far
Every shadow around me turns to where you are,
I pace this map, acting like I'm fine
But your presence sends electrical shivers down my spine

I said I was done, it was my means of escape
But I've always hit the exit gates just after it's too late,
You see my scratch marks, a residual trail for you how great

I never meant to linger, never meant to be seen,
But you track me like blood, like you know where I'll be,
I loop around my guilt, vault over your grace,
Still caught in your terror radius, heart stuck in this place.
I don't last long in chase, I'm not great at evasion, if only it were just me and you it'd be a much simpler equation
You turn real ugly when gambling
Someone completely new
Feelings end up getting hurt
By monstrosity you morph into

Lightning strikes ground between us
Bolt rippling through the earth
Just want to understand
How much tension these games are worth

It's like you depart this planet
Moment you begin
Nothing left behind here matters
Long as you win

You load account the first time
Dominoes start to fall
It's deposit after deposit
Until nothing left to spend at all

Spiraling downward swifter than bullets
You continue to accelerate
Convinced answer is sending a larger amount
Balance decreasing at alarming rate

You're sure I'm trying to nag and *****
Dousing in negativity
Swear that isn't my intention
Just desperate to make you see

My objections come from place of concern
I've seen you make the same mistake
No matter the repercussions you never learn
How many disasters does it take?

And only after you're down on your knees
In corner trapped with nowhere to go
You regret your reckless behavior
Demanded to reap what you did sow

You have zero temperance
In regards to this addiction
Put above everything else
Even when causing friction

You'll slouch there hours on end
Staring at seductive screen
Until every penny is blown
All or nothing-there's no in-between

It is irrelevant who's it is
If accessible it's fair game
Possible consequences ignored
Not experiencing any shame

You aquire most of the money
When you've earned I bite my words back
Have every right to waste it
I do my best to cut you some slack

But when feeling the first symptoms
Impossible to not be mad
Frustrated sick and pondering
The pile of dope we could have had

But even worse when it's my funds
Thrown right down the drain
Too selfish to share winning opportunities
Enough to drive a person insane

And when I dare offer advice
Urging you to cash-out
Pleas are an inconvenience
Judgement automatically doubt

So have no choice but helplessly watch
Your balance goes up and down
Even when succeeding half the time
Still eventually drown

Of course going to criticize
Irresponsible actions
You lash out at me claiming
I am a distraction

It must be easier blaming me
Take responsibility for decisions
Uncaring that hurtful remarks
Construct undeniable division

Your irrationality unnerves me
Ultimately pushing me away
Sacrificing anything for one more spin
Blind to price you pay
 May 2
collin
it’s just a guess, i guess
that’s how it goes, i suppose
i’m feeling older, older everyday
all this pain is here to stay
sit back and watch my brain decay
walls decorated with the frames
pictures of how we used to play
my back protests, my knees complain
dusty boxes all my toys are in
i’ll never be that boy again
 Apr 2
Stephen E Yocum
I gazed too long at the sun,
blinded, at least now I am
spared the sight of all of
Lifes insufferable travails.
Better to dream or remember
the beauty that was, then look
upon the ugly that is.
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