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 Feb 2020
jordan
looking out my bedroom window
heart ablaze and unrefined
the tingle of my numbness
slowly flees and frees my mind

the golden hues of your love
stained the clouds of my demise
i wash them clean with fervor
as they flood across the skies

glowing embers of salvation
steal through the bank of fog
that has settled on my heart
to veil the endless stars

let the flowing darkness swallow
poisoned feelings i hold dear
purify my inner world
i know there's none to fear

and when I rise tomorrow
the lighter I will be
with you no longer dragging
behind my eager heels
 Feb 2020
Colm
One day you'll walk
Though the same old door
Into a world unchanged
Only to discover the truth

That nothing is ever the same
That no second ever failed to fly
And that all is the essence of obvious
Even you
Existence is. Obviously. All else is not.
 Feb 2020
jj
An idiot is harmless,
Until that idiot falls in love,
Then they’re willing to do anything,
For the person they’re in awe of.

Whether its building a new world,
Or burning the old one down,
They’ll stop at nothing,
To give their love a crown.

Now if that love fades,
And they are left weeping,
They could take one of two paths,
Both will leave an empty heart unsleeping.

Path one is war and rampage,
Destroy everything in their way,
Path two is depression and tears,
They may cause their own doomsday.

Either way an idiot is harmless,
Until that idiot falls in love,
And if you happen to cross that idiot,
Beware for they do not care, they are deprived of---------
i might be an idiot in love.
 Jan 2020
Nyx
I talk too much or not at all
As I'm afraid to sound self-centered
Talking about my insecurities and woe
Just end up making me feel so low

I open my mouth and words pour out
Trying hard not to sound like a victim
But the more I explain, the more in vain
As the worry and fear grows heavier

Communication is key

I understand this to be true
But to capture the full extent
Of my mind at bay is difficult
As words barely make a dent

As I hold my tongue
And the voices they plague me
It's selfish to talk about my own
I fear you take my words as pleas

Framing myself as incapable
Needy and attention-seeking
I can't speak on behalf of my own
As these feelings keep creeping

All these words getting caught in my throat
Leaving me with poor explanations
And them with no ability to understand



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I always feel like when I talk about myself that I come off to other people as being self-centered, victimizing myself or just searching for attention and pity. So I stop even though all I want is to allow people to understand me, these words keep getting stuck in my throat
 Jan 2020
brinn
i miss me
which sounds stupid.
and i know that.
but i used to be different.
i used to have
ambitions and dreams.
i used to think
anything was possible.

i was happy.

and now i have
none of that.
i don’t even feel like a person.
i don’t even feel.
i used to be me.
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