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The poor thing got
lost in the escape.
And she was still hungover
from the childhood terror.
Her personality was
ruined--redolent with
the first flowers of
madness.

She made a pretend
world, full of delusions.
A house of cards that
was laden with
lunacy, her insanity
became safe and dependent
on her never taking
responsibility for her
actions--she was a
pawn for the adage,
Hurt people Hurt people,
like Blanche from
A Streetcar Named Desire,
and
Don Quixote,
Her world crumbled and she climbed
into the abyss,
when she looked
deeply into the
mirror of reality.
Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRhyjqbFrGI
 Nov 10
Richard Shepherd
Have I ever?
would I ever?
depends of course
upon the weather
dark clouds swirl above

it's normally raining
somewhat draining
popping veins
increase with straining
there is no relief in sight

sun a rising?
moon a shining?
each meal is spent
in solitude whining
hunger never wanes

write a rhyme?
commit a crime?
no need for greed
I have served my time
yet the locks still turn

in like Flynn
the mighty Quinn
some rejoice
the colours of spring
I just.. fall

are you still reading?
my toes are kneading
***** defunct
I am done with breeding
oh, what a game

in need of change
to rearrange
every thought is irrational
every thought is strange
press delete then pause

they fooled me, psych
these hills I hike
place my head
upon a spike
the soul will never fade away

automatic writing
thoughts reciting
chattering teeth
pressure biting
blood trickles from my eyes

running low on gas
oh well, alas
invitation to hell?
I'll take a pass
self medication awaits
 Oct 6
Harriet Shea
Nothing ever lasts forever, the best
of life's treasures, have a way in
disappearing in some way or another
maybe just a blink of the eye, or a
daydream controlling your logic.

The things you don't care about,
last forever, they have a way to
fervently staying around irritating
and never leaving.

Thinking positive is the best of
medicine, no confusion no
thoughts of anger, no dangerous
images focusing on the mind that
is negative.

Everything we have, lost, or won
are many of our dreams, broken
ambitions, disappear in our thoughts
and imaginations.

Everything we ever had, and loved, appears
to float away, with much sacrifice we have
achieved, goals of that impossible
dream, flying away without a second
how we thought we could accomplish
this task we wanted so quickly turning
bitter-sweet at the end of clutter and
disconnection!

We take much bad with the good only
to hurt so much, having something
we loved and lost like a snap of the finger
leaving those dead leaves of autumn blowing
in memories of once upon a time.

The roses are always beautiful
when first opened, but after
the pedals start to fall, they are
throw away, this is the way
life is, you live it when it is
beautiful, taking everything
for granted till one day, all that
you loved, turns away from
your torn thoughts, and you leave
all familiar surroundings behind
without a tear.

Breathe in the sweetness,
live to the fullest, you'll find
that the most important things
never disappear, only hide
away till they're ready to be
appreciated.


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Copyright © Derena Bree | Year Posted 2024
 Apr 6
guy scutellaro
she walks prospect avenue in the rain.
dead eyes, sore feet
the flowers have wilted into
the shadows of acceptance.

she finds the corner
and the last light lit,
wants a match for her cigarette.

a ****** that has found her god.
a needle and a bed of thorns.


the beep from a car's horn,
so a customer waits,
swings open a rusty gate.

and when that door

slams

shut

the prisoner of light asks,

"where have all the flowers gone?
 Mar 14
Amanda Kay Burke
The darkness holds desires
Through life is always there
Presence that never expires
Can always feel his stare

Waiting to take happiness
Step off a ledge to get away
That only brings me more stress
I struggle every day
Depression is always looming overhead just waiting to come back around and bring rain clouds
 Jun 2023
Amanda Kay Burke
Been lost too long to find the right road
To save squandered time thrown away
Backtrack the past but I'm wasting the present
Cannot erase regret
Tried every which way
I am so stuck right now
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