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Shrika Apr 2020
Waves of memories
Surging in the sea of sorrow,
Letters adorned with
Crystals of nostalgia,
Despair and Darkness,
Silent and smug,
With creepy smiles promising
To wreak havoc once again,
Diaphanous barriers sewn with tears of pain,
Envelop the reckless heart,
Invisible scars etched into the bereft soul,
Familiar feeling of bitter realization.
Buried anger, misguided trust,
O belle, mercy is all I ask,
Insecurity tugging at my roots,
Harder than my own hands do,
Limp,
Torn,
I am dead on the inside.

Looking afar
Iinto the fair white sky,
Infinitesimal on a speck in cosmos,
Yet,
Consumed and blinded
By unsolicited mortal passions,
Rage, desolation, woe, glee, love-
Emotions.
Words stuck in my cynical brain,
Ink bleeding on the papers.
Choking on my own thoughts,
Drowning in the abyss of an endless void,
Betrothed to an unwelcome guest-loneliness,
Treading through the fiery waters,
Trudging through dank, dense woods,
Battered,
Lifeless,
I am dead on the inside.
imehsahdehahs Jul 2020
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poet-on-the-roof Jul 2020
“choose your hugs wisely...(the hug has to spark joy.)”


the pandemical advice columns arrive
unceasingly,
mostly repetitive, causing/repairing minor league
glitches,
but stumbled on the advice above, dumbstruck,
flummoxed
and yes, by god, even that poet’s favorite,
gobsmacked,

thinking wow, great advice,

for the entirety of our remaining days!

poetontheroof
Michelle Montoya Jun 2020
Would you hug my Mom for me and place a kiss upon her cheek?
Would you draw for her a rainbow,
and tell her it's from me?
Tell her I'm still waiting
Cuz I think she forgot.
She left me to get better,
She does that alot.

It's just that you have her more than me
And I dont know why,
You put yourself in front of me,
When I"m just a little guy.

" Hey, could you draw for me one more picture?"
A storm cloud dark and gray,
Tell her this one's my anger,
and it's pushing my blue skies away.
My Nana says not to worry.
" Storm clouds produce rain,"
and after each storm
God makes a rainbow,
So I could move past my pain.
#Abandonment
#Addiction #******
#1
MJ Jun 2020
Run, run dont look back.
Visual creatures, they say.  
Only to be taken advantage of happiness & your shine.
One day he can love you
next ,u could be a bore.

Face so sweet.

O'
sweet to see your face when its just a phrase.
Rage in anger, sicken to my stomach,  you twisted my innocence of your sweet face.
Felt like home.  Disguised and deceived.
U ripped it from me, With your sweet phrase of words. 
Love have 0 boundaries in his eyes. The  world he see's,
He would depressed it.
i just learn love itself is  parallel, u cant see emotions, orbs of feeling, it doesn't exist.
so custom & blind.
Empty as whole.
Never meets, has no
ends.
That Sweet face of yours.. 
 I was ***** to believe.
In silly sayings.
 In depth To know it wasn't real.   Everything in life i felt by you.
Kept me alive?
Who, in my right mind should of knew i shouldn't play with fire.
 
Silly girl. Stupid girl.

Don't you know a sweet face is a Sign of a deceitful snake..
Companionship/ loyalty /friendship abused
Isabella Apr 2020
One more night, stuck in the shadows.
One more light, of flickering candles.
One more fight, then no more battles.
For you to be alright, I'd sacrifice much more that I can handle.
Keiya Tasire Mar 2020
Jack:      "Are you afraid?"
Jill:       "No!! I am not afraid! I can't wait to get back to Heaven!!!"
Jack,      "Heaven? Who said anything about Heaven?"
Jill,      "You know, they are trying to make us think we are going to die."
Jack,     "Who are they!"
Jill,      "Precisely! They are nobody.Why is death bad anyway?"
Jack,     "That's a good question. Near death-er's say it is beautiful."
Jill,      "They know."
Jack,     "Yes, so why are you so afraid?"
Jill,     "Why do you ask? Are you afraid?
Jack,  "No!"
Then Jack and Jill ran up the hill ...
This is a bit of black humor regarding COVID-19.
Appropriate or not, it is written from the 1% point of view regarding how the "sheeple respond to the COVID - 19.
No matter how they think about it, they are going to go up the hill and fall down. Yes, a bit morbid. Yet COVID-19 can be or not, depending on our personal reactions. Fear will make what is happening worse. Yet, we know from the rhyme, Jill returns to go back up the hill and Jack mends at home with vinegar and brown paper. There is lots of hope here.
MSunspoken Nov 2019
Falling through the cracks
Life-gone still
No breaking til i’m back
I don’t just live for the thrill

I can feel myself tripping
Crack
Crack
Crack
I could go on forever listing-
All the things holding me back

Life breaking before my eyes
Grabbing for strings-
Falling in the process
As they pass me by

An all time low-
You’d know if you've been there
Feel like time moves slow
And you’re just watching

A glimpse of hope?
Shrouded by darkness
A feather in the wind?
Smashed with my loved ones
A picture of me?
I’ve changed too much-who am I really

Time to let go-
You can’t hold on forever
No bits of hope-
Cause I’m tripping in the darkness
This is my first poem for the challenge! Did it sound okay?
I don't really like writing about these topics.
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