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Mariah 22h
Am I in league with Hell?
Or is that just how it feels?

Am I truly evil?
Is it my ideals?

Is it just my rage-
That electrifies the eels?

The fear inside
It petrifies and reels

Pulls me back and forth
Conceals what's truly real

The reaction I can give a thing
Is not always how I feel

And past the stars and burning eyes
The truth can finally be realized
If it was overkill
Or if it was justified
During the nights when my sadness stays,
When my tears fall down and whispers,
Know my, dear heart, in the dark of night,
Stars still shine with their soft light.

Though you walk through depression,
With heavy loads and aggression.
Time will heal and you will start anew,
Bringing hope in life with hopes few.

The sun will rise with a promise true,
Chasing away the darkened view.
Know in your heart which is strong and bright,
Lies the power to make all things right.

Like rain that helps the flowers grow,
Your heart will heal and the pain will go.
Accept the love that softly speaks,
Bringing peace to your tired days & weeks.

May peace soon come and joy stay near,
Bringing happiness throughout the year.
For in this moment you're a apart,
Hope will shine bright again in your heart.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
neth jones Mar 12
crazy foreign fare maybe you curdle defeat in the streets baring solar assault (you've fried your unit) harpy malicious harpies as bullhorns fact-fire biting into delirious fright-blight of abrasion upon your eardrums abstain (it's all an abusical !) refuse this parody the good night woe stains on your sleeves i belly believe you'll capture your death way out here at the merry least you'll pass a deathly coffin sneeze silly-silly breath breathe
the song This Town Ain't Big Enough for Both of Us by Sparks was thoroughly stuck in my head at the time of the writing of this and a few other poems.

original version from feb 2024 :system crash mashed potato monster mash mobster lobster

crazy, foreign fare maybe / you curdle defeat - in the streets - baring solar assault - (you've fried your meat) /harpy, malicious harpies / as bullhorns fact-fire, biting into delirious fright / blight of abrasion upon your eardrums / abstain ; it's all a fusicial ! refuse this parody / the good night   woe stains on your sleeves / i belly believe you'll capture your death way out here / at the merry least you'll pass a deathly coffin sneeze .... silly-silly
Gideon Mar 8
Love me tender and soft under the black sky and white moon.
Love me soft and kind on days that I need more help than others.
Love me kind and gentle in ways that I may never repay.
Love me gentle and tender because I have not always been loved.
I have been loved harshly before, and it left scars inside and out.
I have been loved roughly before, and the effects of it still surprise me.
I have been loved wildly before, and I thought I was wild too.
I have been loved aggressively, and I took it as a compliment.
Love me tender and soft because truly I have never been loved.
Zywa Dec 2024
Do as he does, stare

at him, scan his body, and --


see his discomfort.
Poem "*** ik niet vergat" ("How I didnt forget", 2022, Emma Crebolder)

Collection "Truder"
ivan Nov 2024
that dog
the one that bites
don’t get close to it
or it’ll bite you too


‘it bit me’
the blood is still warm,
dripping from hands that shook
but no one dared to look.

‘why doesn’t someone help me?’
that ******* dog
wait, it’s not a dog!
Emery Feine Sep 2024
The king sat upon his throne
Announcing ideas in the gentlest of tone

The people disagreed, and they fought back
But aggression was something the king had lacked

They rioted with pitchforks and torches
The king saw them yell out each night on their porches

And eventually, they set the castle ablaze
The king fled without even being fazed

He found the kindest people under the trees
The opportunity to build a new kingdom he had to seize

The palace could prosper with the right support
Unlike the old one, which could only distort

So he built with the people, leaving his mark
Until his eyesight started to go dark

He woke up in his old, burning palace again
Surrounding by the sound of illogical, angry men

He realized his prosperous castle was only a desire
“It was merely a dream,” he thought, as his skin lit on fire.
This is my 10th poem, written on 2/15/23
Zywa Sep 2024
Is a general

thirsty for blood like plants are --


thirsty for water?
Play "The Three Arrows" (1972, Iris Murdoch), Act One, scene Two

Collection "Unspoken"
Zywa Apr 2024
The words she spits out

rip open everyone's skin --


like a vast, barbed net.
Novel "Midnight's Children" (1981, Salman Rushdie), chapter 2-6 "My tenth birthday"

Collection "Low gear"
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