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Jun 24 Nylee

Crossroad

Jun 24 Nylee

abyss

Stuck in a crossroad
always in the middle of these **** roads
Where do I go?
Which road do I choose?
Does it even lead anywhere?
Do either have a dead end?
Stuck in a crossroad —
or multiple crossroads
Identity, morality, existence
Love, pain, hope
I pick my path —
Another crossroad

A little depressed, a little existential dread, a little hopeful, a lot of everything.

#existential #lost #identity #morality #introspection #freeverse

Jun 22 Nylee

. in my garden.

Jun 22 Nylee

sonja benskin mesher

. in my garden.

wish i wrote like you guys, wish it were more direct.

it has been noted as abstract, yet i cannot see that.

he wanted a garden, this one. we looked

at other houses, he wanted this one.

with

a garden as seed for the future.

when he died i let it grow and hid here. now

i tidy , grow seeds for the future.

Jun 22 Nylee

The Hour We Are Needed Most

Jun 22 Nylee

Cadmus

The Hour We Are Needed Most

🖤

Like a child running to his mother in tears,
seeking warmth in her arms,
only to be silenced with a slap.

That is the ache of being let down,
right where you thought safety lived.

⛓️‍💥

Some wounds don’t bleed , they echo in places we thought were safe.

#letdown #emotional #pain #childhood #wounds #unmet #needs #mother #and #child

Jun 22 Nylee

Loneliness

Jun 22 Nylee

eliana

Loneliness

I am lonely.
I cannot say that
I have always been alone,
although
now I know
fate meant for me to be this way.
I have nobody.
I would be wrong to say
someone would care,
if I tried again to destroy myself.
The effect would be massive
only if I was perfect.
It's untrue that I could have worth,
even if I tried.
I am less than beautiful,
nobody can convince me that
I am right where I'm meant to be.

now read from bottom to top.
i dont really do these types of poems only because im not good at them but i just wanted to give it a try again.

#mentalhealth #beingalone #loneliness #bodyimage #reverse #poem

Jun 22 Nylee

it is not

Jun 22 Nylee

Michael Sean Maloney

it is not

it is not
some great boulder
sysipheanly shouldered up the mountainside
of some mystery

it is not
some annoying stone
in the soul
of your shoe

it is not
a grit of sand
bothersome
to the eye

it is
a single thread
silkstrong
and forever tethered
to the allmemory

it is
its own timekeeper
that freely freights across great boundaries

it is
sourceless
without grudge or grandeur

and the mouths         of flowers sing
and the bodies           of the oceans dance
and the light              of the sun
and the light              of the moon
                                     promise
and promise