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Noemi May 2020
I often complain about my cot
nestled neatly in the shadows
of the mighty mountains.
I run my mouth in agony instead of my feet.
My mind wanders.
My body freezes under the sunless shade.
chloe May 2020
"I love poetry",
                        I say
                                 as I sit
                                             crying
                                                       in my bed.
                                                                         Love
                                         what these words
                         do to me.
The feelings
                     that I get
                                      in my body
                                                     and my head.
Mrs Anybody May 2020
it's 3am
rain
is ponding
against
the window

darkness
swallows
even
the moon
and stars

and my soul
feels weirdly
vulnerable
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chloe Apr 2020
unable to sleep and staring at the wall
questioning all that i did wrong during the day
maybe i should get up and pace the hall?
but i can't seem to rise from bed upon which i lay
i long to close my eyes and drift off
into a dreamscape that is happier than my life
el Apr 2020
just trying to deal with some things
sitting here at 3am
hunched by the sink
lost in my thoughts
tossing, turning all night long
my head, my heart, it's all a mess
something's wrong...
my body is aching
my heart is drowning
my stomach is churning
head spinning
an emotional fever
spreading like wildfire
longhand, short
so indecisive
spelling abhorrent
i am a mess
i need the moon
but it has been cloudy
lately
not an ounce of moonlight
seeping through...
i miss the silver shine
i need a dose, soon
i can't breathe...
i should sleep.
(C) Elissar Mustapha, 25 Jan. 2019
i wrote this in my notebook while i was crying so just for reference, my spelling in the original was horrible, hence the sentence in the poem.
el Apr 2020
it's at 3am
i cry
i cry for help
i cry for love
i cry for lost hope
i cry for crushed dreams
at 3am
i cry in pain
i cry with jealousy
i cry silently
cry to be seen
at 3am i cry
i cry with my memories
i cry with my pen
i cry as the world around me
sleeps.
at 3am
i weep to the moon
i weep for the lost souls
the people i misplaced
i weep with the man on the moon
and when the clouds obscure
i weep on my own
3am, sleepless nights
with aches as deep as my bones
tears behind my face and
sobs behind my throat
at 3am
i run out of words to use
i miss my muse
i run out of things to say, that
describe my brain, i-
all i can say, is...
at 3am, i cry
(C) Elissar Mustapha, 08.01.2019
3AM
The darkest hour is the time when we all get together,
dancing and singing, laughing and crying;
until one man starts dying.
"Disgusting!" says the weak man, "Horrifying!" said the next;
Don't they know that they too are next?

Corpses and blood are everywhere;
just another night, for a bunch of millionaires.
in order to make it, you need to be strong;
for prayers are not allowed here.
praying is for the cattle, the sheep;
and we are above those who are asleep.
Created by me on October 22nd, 2019.
Not much to say about this one. a bit twisted, but not really. I already miss Halloween...
Łëïçkî Mar 2020
It was after 3 am that my head started to pound.
I found myself thinking about the things that are lost and found.
How I finally found myself, and how I found you were lost.
Misunderstood pain and emotion.
Unreciprocated love and devotion.
Oh how it spirals in those brown eyes,
wearing your ever thinning vail of lies as a disguise.
The liquor eating at your mind like flies.
Yeah now your just like me, the same as me.
Always moving, always running, always forgetting.
Always leaving the things that matter,
the things you are now regretting.
The higher you go, the thinner the air.
If you don't stop climbing your eyes will only hold your lifeless stare.
Just like me, the same as me.
AN UNHAPPY ENDING; cried for 3 hours now my head is pounding
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