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 Dec 2020
Kat Raven
May it only be a dream... composed in one.
Nightmares shaking inside me.
I drown myself so deep, where the water begins to reap.
I love to hold you, to feel you, but who are you?
Where are you?
Why aren’t you here with me?
Why so distant?
Why haven’t I met you?

You don’t exist.

My imagination.
Stringing myself in my realms of pure intensity.
An ocean on fire ...
A war with no winning ...
A person with no belonging ...
A rage with no fist ...

Suppressed, inner rage, inner love, inner hate, inner sadnesses, inner longing, inner numbness, inner cold, inner emptiness.
Inner distractions....

I face them all at once.
Inner wisdom...
An old soul living in a fake world.
Take me out of here.
 Dec 2020
Lazarus Bertsch
I hate my life
I want to die,
I tried before,
A million times,
But something keeps me,
From leaving this life,
I think it is you,
Cause your my light.

But I'm your darkness,
I'm your pain,
I'm the devil,
That makes you insane,
I'm the cancer in your brain,
But its ok,
Everybody treats me the same.
 Nov 2020
Kat Raven
****** over it all.
Don't even give a **** anymore.
**** everything.
*******.
**** it.
Bored, depressed, hopeless, toxic.
Empty, numb, cold, alone.
**** Astrology, **** Spirituality, **** Love, and **** him.
Everything I loved, is long gone.
I don't give a **** anymore.
I feel stupid, worthless, shameful, sad.
No motivation, no will, no energy, no self love.
Just loathe, feelings of helplessness, drained, exhausted.
**** it
 Nov 2020
Kat Raven
I have nothing left to say...
My words have been unwritten.

Depression consumes me to the last bits of my insanity.
I live pretentiously like it doesn’t bother me, like it doesn’t hurt, or mean anything.
I live in pain, everyday.

It’s become apart of who I am, of who I am meant to be. Like living without this pain, would be worthless.
I let it consume me, control me.

My anxiety rushes through my veins and the voices and conversation won’t stop.
My mind never stops.
And when I’m alone, which is constantly, the thoughts eat me up alive like a rotting corpse is writhing inside of me.

I’ve learnt to get used to it, living with such intense feelings and a consumable mind never gets better, it only gets worse.
I’ve let the pain become me.
The person I hide.
It’s the only love I let myself embrace.
Pure madness.

I was born to be alone, living in lonesome misery for eternity.
Thoughts get dark, things get deep, and since I’m alone everyday, it gets even darker.

I hate people.
Stupid, fake, and you can’t trust any of them.
But sadly, I need them for mere distractions.
That’s all they are, temporary distractions.
They never stay, I don’t either.

I’ve learnt to keep my emotional distance.
Staying detached keeps you from getting hurt.
But what I long for, I will never find.

Born to be misunderstood and to die alone I shall....
This misery will be the death of me.
So it be.
 Nov 2020
jdmaraccini
Stretched out arms in front of me I raise my pen of indignation.
Insults driven by pain and fury; I shudder over a wounded friend.
Locked inside a broken candle, my temper burns the threaded key.
Symbols light a fragile mantel, a place to share my poetry.
Underneath the starry night, I take flight with no mistake.
Bouncing off these walls of darkness I hope this dream never ends,
I hope I never wake.
JDMaraccini
2016
 Oct 2020
jdmaraccini
Composed society a system complex rotten and deformed.
Unfettered anger frustration and anguish festering the storm.
Putrid blisters of vile memories, sobriety castrates the scorn.
Impostor hypocrites who pose as friends devour each victim's form.
Again, again I plunge my pen this cauldron of memories mourned.
Unspoken I vent forthright enigmatic in dreams I am reborn.
Unbroken, unbent, unwavering, dramatic,
I drag along the garden thorn.
JDMaraccini
2020
 Jul 2020
Michael Stefan
Unbridled love set free, in Calgary
A young couple beneath a weeping willow tree,
Sad omens of two people to be,
Opposite and exact in their symmetry

Each passing day of warmer wet tears,
As measured steps were taken to walk away,
A belief in success is defense against fear,
And nothing but a thing they both say

They screamed silence from their corners,
Both blue and black with bruised hearts,
The same through equal alienation,
And sweet sorrowful apologies, unheard

Both walked the long walk to the pub,
Each, in turn, to drink the other away,
Both want the other to make the first move,
A shared relationship fades to dust
This is such a downer of a poem, but I was thinking about those moments when people seem so perfect for each other and it slowly fades into nothingness as you watch both parties do the same thing, want the same thing.  It begs the question if you both do and want the same thing, how does it fail?  Symmetry is supposed to be beauty in nature but I have seen so many couples mirror each other's misery.
 May 2020
Ayesha
Rosy, rosy, red rivers
dripping down the blushing cheeks.
Dreamy, dreamy, dead shivers
slowing down with every kiss.

Tiny, tiny trapped screams
making out the blueing lips.
Rosy, rosy, red streams
flowing down the Syrian streets.

Shaky, shaky shallow mothers
calling out to withering kids.
Fiery, fiery falling brothers
watching out for sisters' wounds.

Slowly, slowly shivering son,
calming down to one swift end
Shyly, shyly shimmering sun
crawling back in the darkened clouds

Rosy, rosy ravaged girls
drifting off to peace-less sleeps.
Weary, weary wilting pearls
hiding back in their prison shells.

Tired, tired, tied with ropes
calling out to left out hopes.
Dying, dying, dead folks.
Dying dying, dead hopes.


Strange, silent stories screaming softly.
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