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Heart why
do you wallow,

Dancing with
broken tears
raging of
tornadoes๐ŸŒช
agony.

In the
shadows of
the lonely
night.

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2021-7-31
Pain of the
heart agony
I hope this lets
you know your
not alone
bones, flesh and ripened blood
the moon stands strong tonight
as I wipe the tears off my cheeks
that were streaming down a river so bleak.

Cold heart made of stone,
the chandelier breaks as the broken
glass shatters on a marble floor,
ruining it's beauty ever so lasting..
something's changed
for better or for worse.

Tell me now, as the black gate opens
that we're here for something real.
Roses are red, violets are blue,
but some turn to black
when the shade changes its
hue.

Give me the strength
to carry on...as i seek for something new
something fresh, out of the ordinary
and what's true.

Truths hurts and lies create a blur,
both different, but yet the same
substances that will create
pain and all that remains
is the corpses of our
skeletons.
Hearts made of stone, life is cold, what do we do now, just wait for our turn
AstralPotato Jul 2021
I grieve for the time of the past;
Hoping they would've last.
I grieve for the future untold;
Without you for me to hold
Dawn Jun 2021
๐‘ฐ'๐’Ž ๐’•๐’Š๐’“๐’†๐’… ๐’๐’‡ eฬถvฬถeฬถrฬถyฬถtฬถhฬถiฬถnฬถgฬถ.
๐‘ช๐’‚๐’ ๐‘ฐ ๐’‹๐’–๐’”๐’• ๐’•๐’‚๐’Œ๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’๐’‚๐’‘?
๐‘จ ๐“…โ„ฏ๐’ถ๐’ธโ„ฏ๐’ป๐“Š๐“ ๐’๐’๐’†?
๐‘พ๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐‘ฐ ๐’„๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’†๐’๐’… แด€สŸสŸ แดส แด€ษขแดษดส ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’•'๐’” ๐’๐’†๐’‡๐’• ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’ ๐’Ž๐’†?

๐‘บ๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐‘ฐ ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’“๐’š แŒ แˆƒแАแ‰ฟแˆจแ‰ป ๐’Š๐’๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’‚๐’…?
๐‘ฉ๐’–๐’“๐’š ๐Ÿ…œ๏ธŽ๐Ÿ…จ๏ธŽ๐Ÿ…ข๏ธŽ๐Ÿ…”๏ธŽ๐Ÿ…›๏ธŽ๐Ÿ…•๏ธŽ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’ˆ๐’“๐’Š๐’†๐’‡ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’•๐’๐’“๐’Ž๐’†๐’๐’•?
๐‘ฐ ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’๐’๐’š ๐’˜๐’‚๐’๐’• ๐’•๐’ ๐Ÿ…ด๏ธŽ๐Ÿ…ฝ๏ธŽ๐Ÿ…ณ๏ธŽ ๐’Š๐’• ๐’‚๐’๐’,
๐‘ฌ๐’๐’… ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’๐’‡ ๐’Ž๐’š ๊ช‘๐“ฒ๐˜ด๊ซ€๐˜ณ๊ช— ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐‘ฐ'๐’—๐’† ๐’Œ๐’†๐’‘๐’• ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’”๐’ ๐’๐’๐’๐’ˆ.

๐‘ณ๐’๐’๐’Œ ๐’‰๐’๐’˜ bฬธrฬธoฬธkฬธeฬธnฬธ ๐‘ฐ ๐’‚๐’Ž,
๐‘บ๐’‰๐’‚๐’•๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’†๐’… ๐’Š๐’๐’•๐’ ๊Žญ๊€ค๊’’๊’’๊€ค๊‚ฆ๊ˆค๊Œš ๊ชฎแ ป ๐Ÿ„ฟ๐Ÿ„ธ๐Ÿ„ด๐Ÿ„ฒ๐Ÿ„ด๐Ÿ…‚ ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Š๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Š๐’.
fฬถrฬถuฬถsฬถtฬถrฬถaฬถtฬถeฬถdฬถ, ๐‘ฐ ๐’˜๐’‚๐’”
๐‘ญ๐’๐’“ ๐‘ฐ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’๐’๐’• ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’„๐’‰๐’†๐’… ๐’•๐’‰๐’† แต‰หฃแต–แต‰แถœแต—แตƒแต—โฑแต’โฟหข ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐‘ฐ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’… ๐’”๐’†๐’• ๐’•๐’ ๐’Ž๐’š๐’”๐’†๐’๐’‡.

โ’พ๏ธŽ ๐’‚๐’Ž ๐’‹๐’–๐’”๐’• ๐’‚ ๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’“๐’ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’๐’š sสษlษŸ,
๐‘ฐ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’๐’ ๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’•๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“…๐“…๐“Ž ๐’๐’๐’“ ๐’Š๐’๐’…๐’†๐’‘๐’†๐’๐’…๐’†๐’๐’•.
๐‘ฐ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† nฬธoฬธ ๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’•๐’ ๐’…๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’„๐’‚๐’–๐’”๐’†,
๐•ด แตƒแต ษ fฬธaฬธiฬธlฬธuฬธrฬธeฬธ.
....
Kushal May 2021
Lately I find I only write on pain
Feeling that it is all that is within me,
And nothing I do
Can wrench the feel from my heart.


Rotting...
Rotting...
Rotting...

I fear it has taken root...




I no longer see myself without it.
Edoardo Alaimo May 2021
Close your eyes,
Breathe calmly,
For some time

You've looked down to yourself for so long that you forgot what it was to be alive.
Break the walls that you've built around you to protect from the agony, the pain, the apathy, that trapped you into them.
Our lives are not supposed to be talked about in a piece of poetry. They are too complex, unique. Our reality cannot be determined simply by words, rhythm, rhymes, music.
Chemical signals. Physical laws. Duties, Emotions. Joy. Wellbeing. Despair. Depression.
The possibility of crying out loud all of the sadness that had built in for ages, and to absorb all of the splendor of a hug with someone you love in a minute that lasts forever. Enjoy your journey. Do not waste these precious moments, even the darker ones. We are to be living wonderful and sorrowful times, but life is not about wonderfully sorrowful times.
To wish you were someone else would ruin and waste your precious uniqueness. It is all about the journey, just live it all, experience all of the thousand sides in a diamond where life beatifully scattered its light. Experience the shadows, thrive in the dawn. Just do not forbid yourself from living. Do not anticipate.ย ย Be wonderful and find your way.

Long breathe.
Embrace yourself,
and open your eyes.
Sometimes things don't go your way. It's part of the game. Has to be, would be a pity if it weren't. I hope this is appreciated by the few readers.
Melody Mann Apr 2021
Stranded among deserted dreams she folds her hands,
Prayers whisper in weakened ears as her punishment beams,
This reckoning will magnify throughout decades for her exile awaits,
A lonesome retreat for a somber song,
Broken soundtracks repeat reconciled tunes,
A sanctum of regret welcomes her remorse,
For deeds cannot be undone and the words spoken stung;
Ghastly hours await.
LC Apr 2021
the glass broke through my skin,
piercing my heart over and over.
the agony brought me to my knees
as I carefully removed the shards.
the wounds sting, craving relief,
from a soothing, cool, light balm.
I slowly apply it, closing my eyes
as it enters the wounds on my heart,
bringing me comfort as I start to heal.
#escapril day 12!
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