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colette alexia Nov 2020
Caught in the crossfire of two men's love
Insecure, selfish, and helpless
Only my blood
10.2020
Jas Nov 2020
When, in time, where a moment
Of intense desire tips the jar of elucidation
Sets loose a smoothly sailing stream
Down a hungry throat
To the awaiting gullet stuffed with malaise,
Can the rage of enzymes be heard?
Will the breath of despair, and the wailing brew
Of alcohol make peace in silence,
Or is the feat of the battle proclaimed in slurs?

When, in time, will the meager klinks of newborn knees
Ring as explicitly as creaks in an ancient house?
Will screams of hunger conceive compassion
Or should thee be mocked and exiled
To recover from the blithe shame of dependency and impatience?

Hear the sounds tread in darkness
Pleading, crying in the embrace of frigid walls and sterile corners.
Record the rhythm of footsteps
Echoing and fraying -
Taste the smeared sweat of exertion.
Count the patches of lost paint
Stolen and stowed beneath polished nails.

Hold me similarly while I recover.
Show me while I regain sobriety that I was caught
When, in time, I was lost in misery.
Nylee Oct 2020
I am so restricted to me
That I don't see the world around me
The universal sea
I am caccooned to a well
My well-being at that

I don't see the obvious
It does concern us
It is all dubious
Too hard to understand the truth
Till it is too late

Wait, I should do that
Hey, I can't help that
Well there is no end to my rant
Wait it is happening fast
Isn't it just great!

You know, you know
I know but I don't
It just doesn't show
Too caught up in me
I lose moments of my sanity
Losing on my vanity.
Achick Aug 2020
What I write here is for me to share only with people on here
How dare you invade my defenses
How dare you betray my trust
You have no idea the rage I feel for you right now
You wanna play games
*******
LETS ******* PLAY
I SHOWED YOU THIS PLACE FOR YOUR HEALING
AND YOU TURN AROUND AND SCREEN SHOT MY POEMS TO MY ABUSER
I HOPE YOU BURN AND ROT IN HELL
I HOPE YOUR DEPRESSION TAKES YOU
I HOPE YOUR LAST THOUGHTS ARE WHAT A ******* YOU REALLY ARE
I HOPE YOUR EX WIFE WHO YOU ABUSED AND BETRAYED TAKES EVERYTHING YOU HAVE AND MORE
I HOPE YOU HAVE NOTHING LEFT AND SHE TAKES YOUR LAST THOUGHT FROM YOU
YOU THOUGHT I STUPID AND WOULDNT FIGURE IT OUT
YOU TOOK MY KINDNESS FOR A WEAKNESS
NOW YOU WILL SEE WHAT IM REALLY ABOUT
YOU UNLEASHED THE BEAST INSIDE ME AND I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN
LIKE A HELL HOUND
I KNOW NO BOUNDS
HELL HAVE NO FURY LIKE MINE
YOU WANTED TO PLAY A DANGEROUS GAME
IM DOWN TO PLAY
IM THE WORSE ENEMY YOU WILL EVER KNOW
ASK MY ABUSER
ASK HIM WHY IS HE SO SCARED OF ME
GO AHEAD ASK HIM
I DARE YOU
William I know what you did

I blocked him. But his name on here really is William
Aidan Jul 2020
tick tock
your time is up
tick tock
you're almost done
tick tock
time to give up
tick tock
you've been caught
tick tock
time to confess
tick tock
any year now
tick tock
the clock has struck
tick tock
liars begone

you thought you could succeed
think again
the clock has struck
and now you're done
all will know
all will see
what you have done
justice comes to all
when and where
are the factors that wait
for the perfect time
the time when it will matter most

tick tock
i've let you in
tick tock
and now we will see
late night thoughts on breaking trust
John McCafferty May 2020
Ego
Planning ahead of what to expect
Boom and busts with wave theories
where years pass by in seconds of time
Caught by the net of cause or effect
Have you questioned your existence
An individuals singular thought process
Serious intent forever or never in a room full of dust swept by a brush
Are you content with eventual death ergo does a sense of self really protect
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2020
I wrestle restless rotations
Regretful movements misdirected
Sound of my sighs disturb your deep slumber
Sun rises as self-respect is rejected

Involuntary thoughts caught on mental hooks
As the dark room my motions shake
Sky outside isn't quite white yet
My mind is alive and awake
About having insomnia
Poetic T Apr 2020
We were in confided spaces before,
           in open air. Where we never mingled...
But at least we had company that we were
next to, now were in solitary confinement.

Now were 6 foot or 72 inches or 182.88cm
                from the nearest person, I don't know them,
they were here before me,
                                             celled up.
Slow walk, felt like a life time, so few steps..

But this is a funeral prosecution,
               is the one in front of me going to cough,
                                                                ­          sneeze..
Will they cover up or infect me, ME…
With there I don't know what's, could it be hay fever.

Could be me coughing in seven, to when I have a ventilator
shoved down my insides, I'm a breathing coffin..
        Just being buried slowly..
                                           they burn you now...
But I'm not there yet, I wash my hands.
                

"Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me,
        I hope I wash my hands enough to see my  
                                                            ­     next birthday.
  But I'm wishing my hand happy birthday now,
            So soar but I'm happy birthdaying all week.

We in an open prison, free but unable to escape,
               I look out my window and breath..
      The air is a lot fresher that it used to be..

Another week passes, I write lines on the wall
         of my incarceration, I'm in a cell of luxury.
But I've never felt so alone.
     Were all roses, wilting due to lack of sunlight...
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