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Malia 7d
On the windowsill, all flailing
Legs and desperation—
At times, it attempts to fly
Away, but soon enough it gives
That up as if to say,
“I can’t.”

The movements get smaller and
Slower, but occasionally there are bouts
Of hysteria
(𝙒𝙃𝙔 𝙈𝙀)
Until eventually nothing is left but a
Feeble twitch and really the question
That you should be asking is:
“Is it still alive?”

It is still alive.

It is still alive but it is tired.

Slowly…
Slowly…
Slowly…
eventually i just killed it. i couldn’t look at it anymore.
I'm a shell
My soul has left
Empty as can be
Space that's left
Is not me

I'm useless
As a highway
Without cars
I might as well
Be on Mars

I'm gone
But still alive
Like stars persist
Until the light is gone
My body insists

I'm a circumference
The boundary surrounds
Dry carcass bone
I care not
Just lost-and-found

I won't return
To my body of ruin
Burial plans made
Threaded into a patchwork quilt
Upstaged and waylaid

I'm now safe outside
Myself
I see you looking in
She is gone from her
Forever now thick and thin

I'm tired of sycophants  
Complicit in democracy's destuction
By their hands, skinned alive
I left my body today
In order to survive
I'm so tired of my brain, my overthinking, the world's judges, the loss of democracy with an evil idiot wanna be dictator. I'm tired of those sync pants who voted for the destruction of democracy. I'm skinned alive. It hurts. Today I left my body to survive.
Sia Harms Jan 23
If I lost the favor of God,
I imagine my feet would break.
I would fall on my back, unable
To stand or walk in any meaningful
Direction. I would still be alive,
But only in definition.
Thomas W Case Jan 12
Tepid water
between
my toes,
I know
life.
Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psGsLxRoaII&t=22s

My book Seedy Town Blues is on Amazon.
Zara rain Jan 12
If,
you cannot stave the storm.
Be the storm.
Life is a roller coaster ride. Remember to express it well, every twist and turn. Scream when frightened, laugh when exhilarated... don't stay untouched.
Emma Grace Dec 2024
I’m a star

Unknown without fans, no roaring paparazzis or flashing cameras

Just in the most literal since

A being among thousand, billons even, actually endless

Not a human here to be perceived but a beacon of light

So infinite and infinitesimal

I am the sky it self and upon its clusters are the aspects of me

I am hope, love, happiness and all it encompasses

A energy without a shell, bouncing off it self

I’m alive and I’m a star

-Grace <3
Hello everyone!
I wanted to share my thoughts on this, no one can make or change who you are.
louella Dec 2024
not an evergreen,
staying alive has never had simplicity.
i’m angry that i made myself like this,
trimmed my branches,
thought things were not meant to stick to me.
i am angry that i thought
my savior is some wanderlust women
unfit for the journey,
jealous of the destination.

not an evergreen,
i cannot live without water.
the cold pursues me,
prancing in the unbearable wind.
there’s salvation on the edge of the horizon,
some soft meadow to lay my head upon.
along the line of trees, finding is impossible.
somehow not small enough
to be cut down and taken home and,
without a doubt,
i am not tall enough to see.
so sick that i could never shake her. i’ll leave the money, i just want who i am back when i see her.

started: 12/15/24
published: 12/18/24
Amara Numen Dec 2024
Did I ever cross the line after this?
All the sirens break the silence
The memories will fade after the rain, right?
Sing an aubade to my last poem,
as the silence of its verses turns to sorrow
To the bullet that I swallow and never escape
One call away, and happiness disappears like a mist
To clutch this dear, mindless life
To lose in madness of pain, no gain, in vain
Suffer like nightmare of a thousand years
Sweetheart, will you stay longer
Before the dawn explodes and the sun burns me?
Glimmering light that hides from the darkness
To the ambitions that turned me to the ashes
The fire that lights me, deadly, into despair
Here I lay my body, not to be the phoenix
Nothing but the heart that beats in hurricane
If I cross line
Will you save me?
By the end of this 2024, hello. Long time no see. Hope you all have a good day.
snipes Dec 2024
Does it all make sense yet?
Does this life have any feeling?
Is our soul in the right hearts?
Will we finally find harmony?

Once a upon a time we were all alive
Passed the golden gates as orchestras
synthesized a symphony
No one ever heard of hate or blasphemy
Peace was found along side of freedom
and we could peacefully breathe freely

Now twice a upon a reality death was rudimentary
The faucet leaking took a soul while all our hearts were sinking
Blood clogged so bad it sent vibrations worth 8 years of seizures
The lineage broken breaks down a soulmate into insanity
The silence of fear hoping to find its harmony
Meditation brought me to table of contents.
The subject matter of God and Death
has been humbling to the soul.
I talk with them often for grace.
At times the Devil will have a few whispers.
I am forced to hear but it’s my choice if I should listen.
Peace and freedom is something I fear to balance.
More or less the pages keep turning.
And in this book of life I hope to find the meaning of the soul at least once or twice.
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