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Nigdaw 3d
I want to draw
what is in my heart
cathartic pictures
screaming the pain I feel
but I have neither the talent
nor the ink to express
all the skulls I see
dancing in the subset
Lost my dad, lots of poems about my sadness, sorry.
Only in dreams, a proof appears again;
A distant past, still embers. Whispers the name.
And more, rekindles flames, it melts my head.
A feeling, though fleeting. Fervor or bane?

The dread of knowing, you are only dreams.
Awake, I pine to fall again to dark.
A reverie to pull from my frayed seams,
And catch ablaze this lonely, long lost spark.

So now I ask, why you appear this time?
I try to find a meaning, logic’s curse.
Will answers be in me or you to find?
I’ll wait for which will speak unto me first.

I take your touch, your voice, with me to dawn,
Pretending they were true, although you’ve gone.
And patience will revive the warmth you bring,
That burns my soul to black, and makes it sing.
Trevor Dowe Mar 24
Stuck like a fly, I'm paralyzed by choices
Everything needs to get done
But like Ouroboros, eating his own tail
The tasks are a circle with every place to start requiring a different task to be done
It's a sisyphean struggle to get started on most things
Yet words are my escape
I share my dreams with others
As their stories flow into me
My consciousness recedes
Rarely enough to have  complete silence
But even whispers are a relief
From the thunderous yells
"You're just lazy!" and "You'll never amount to anything."
Those words and more echo through my mind
Every second of every minute of every day.
Wistful "if only"'s of impossible scenarios
Are my constant refrain
All efforts I make turn to ash and dust
Just taking the next step, the next breath is a fight
It's feels like it's me against the world
And that weight is heavier than I can hold
Sometimes, the darkest days give the most inspiration, while others choke the will to survive. And little by little its grip tightens, it won't get me today.
If our lives were captured in paintings,

each moment recorded in brush strokes

I would collect all of my

history into a warehouse,

set it on fire

and dance in the pyre's flames-

until everything

turned to ash.
f Dec 2023
there must be a use for tears
they’re so free flowing and liberal
aside from the cathartic release of crying
couldn’t we use tears for something
collected tears of emotion for different uses
i don’t believe tears aren’t useful
perhaps i should collect my tears
and anoint my prized possessions in them
when i think of my pain with regard to you
could i collect those tears and touch them to your forehead
could you understand my pain then
would tears become a blessing
a catalyst for true understanding
and when i’m crying from joy
could i put those happy tears on your lips
and could you ******* ecstasy
12 -12 - 2023
pilgrims Apr 2022
Rock solid brain occulted by tarnished skull
Flesh cradle worshiped by something weak
Crawling soul seeks shelter. Spiraling
Spirals
Spirals speak to my circling spirit

Listening from the shadow of meekness
Roshini Pieris Jun 2020
Is there something wrong with me?
Why is that, you don't look my way?
Is there something wrong with me?
Because you have perceived me in a different way?

I m spinning around in circles
Thinking I would get a chance
But now it seems to have gone astray

Come to me, I won't bite
I just want to talk
Come to me, I won't hate
I just want to be loved

I m looking to you
i m looking for you
Should I be looking inside?
Should I be waiting for you?

Come to me, I m not looking for a fight
I just want to smile
Come to me, to dance along
I just want to laugh

Maybe one day, you ll see
Should I wait for that day?
Why am I asking this from you?
When I should be asking myself.
Amanda Kay Burke Nov 2019
For one yesterday I would trade every tomorrow
Anyone if I could have you
Been looking for a way to make this exchange
No one seems to have a clue

I provoke sorrow with memories
They can make old wounds bleed
Choking them or stretching them out
Senses shakily blurred indeed

Stomach twisting from nostalgia
I watch pictures from the past
I'm left with traces of regret
Do I hold or let go fast?

These demons desire my surrender
Pretend I'm winning the fight
Straining muscles just to stand
Invited to wave a flag white

Feel cathartic
Nearly on the brink
Emotions high when I sink back
Was used to the ache of remembering
Failed being an amnesiac
Day 16: Write a poem in response to day 15's poem
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