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Double King Dec 2020
Rage rest, waiting someone to pull the trigger;
Shoot bullets, disturbing the calmness of the water;
Walls remain, few seconds it will break open;
Smooth fist earning wounds, but it'll never be broken.
Collision of the variables relieve someone— emotions regress.
averylia May 2020
Oh, Ophelia,
sweet cherub
face, bathed
in moonlight,
doe eyes filled
                with woe:

You are a figure
of my affliction,
falling softly at
midnight, a
delicate dis-
position, fragile
                as soft snow,

a garden you
invite me to,
opulent trees of
treason, you
are the siren’s
call at dusk,
pulling me away
from the

                garden
                of
                eden.
K Apr 2020
What is it worth to fulfill an addiction?
You don’t have to shout that loud to get
Someone to listen
A scratch to an itch
Only puts more dirt under the skin
It looks like the only way out
But it’s the only way in
(You said)
To a world where you belong
A world of no feeling
A world of the numb
I thought maybe
One day
It would be my turn
To scratch my itch
And ***** my skin
Causing my own need for relief
To thicken
But I wondered to that garden
And Eden wasn’t there
Alcohols cloak is temporary
And she takes away the wrong memory
(Anyway)
I don’t need to forget
Yesterday
I want to forget
The wasted birthday wishes
Blowing out my candles
My eyes so tightly shut
Five years old
Knowing way too much
I’ve learned to ignore the itch
I know that pain fades
Sometimes it stains
But satisfactory can be made
In a reasonable way.
Flynn Apr 2020
Referencing wisdom
Chinese / Japanese / Other
you will encounter
a metaphor using trees
to impart knowledge
on confronting affliction

"bamboo that bends", or
"the oak that breaks in a storm..."
comprehendable?
yes, even agreeable
                                               - partially

Openness to change
I can appreciate... but
to destructive change!?
Therein, my inner conflict

To resist violence
and to fall instead of sway.
Stoic refusal
to accept ancient wisdom.

In how to remain
- the teachings of confucius

Lying, pondering
hearing groaning, resisting.
I now realise,
like the oak by my window

                                               - I will fall.
John McCafferty Jan 2020
Flapping flames fall from above
A reflection of affliction
Kissed by death when time is up

The transference of one

To reimburse the curse
a cycle continues of the young
From which we all grow older
to become shards of the sun
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
jia Sep 2019
There are lots that makes me smile,
like dogs and cats or other stuff.
Having it as a list, surely, it'll  be in pile,
some I smile only because I have to, some I smile then laugh.

Like good arts and music,
great literary pieces that I enjoy,
or for all one knows, maybe an interesting topic,
who knows, anything can be a joy.

Like when you force yourself to be happy,
it could be goodbyes that should end plain.
Perhaps, pretending to show gaiety or felicity,
that's when we smile in struggle and pain.

Smiles are diverse.
We smile in satisfaction and glee.
We smile in affliction and agony.
Sometimes, its caused by the best feeling, every so often, by the worst.
Humaira Fatima Aug 2019
‏یہ سانحہ محبت کا
گزرا کچھ ہم پہ یوں
  روح تھی گھائل
۔۔۔  اور تھیں مضطرب سانسیں
بس اس کا ہاتھ تھاما تھا ۔۔۔۔
♥️

How Love happened to me?

Well...

My bruised soul
was exhausted,
Out of breath.

And

I just held his hand ...
When it comes to languages, Urdu will always be my first love. Still, I will try to do the English translation so that it is easier for the readers to understand.
Tess Jul 2019
There is a pain so intense no one can bare it
not the strongest or the bravest
this is the pain of being in love

the perfect agony
the painful ecstasy

it is not the affliction of love
love does not burn so much
the love for friend of family
does not reduce people to their knees

this is the agony of ‘in love’
the first glimpse
the first touch
before you see they are also human...
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