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Sanjali Jun 2019
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-Gratitude Chain-
Once, I ignore it
I hope it’ll fade away.
Twice, I turn
Feels like a bitter taste.
Thrice, I walk.
I could never run anyway.

Keep calling my name.
Have no shame.
I walk like a prisoner
Bound in a gratitude chain.

Once, its cold
Freeze my blood, I pray.
Twice, a chill
I’m sure it’ll **** me any day.
Thrice, I walk.
Waiting for the day I’ll disobey.
Rezium May 2019
Where did I go?
Path ()
Why did I follow?
Regard ()
So why bother?
Care ()
It didn't matter as I followed my heart.
Lost without a thought.

Conned,
By my mind,
Thinking I was fine,
Following what I thought was right,
Right?

Hope ()
I ran
Mind ()
I have become the  past
It just felt great to think () when I was ****** into a great time.
Friends of mine,
Take me high,
High as I never did.
So now,
Brain () I feel,
So chained again not just by a king.
But the deceased.
Because of me,
And my decisions,
I feel

() and ()
Months and months...still I'm haunted and search for peace.
Mehek May 2019
Bloodshot eyes
Pumped up veins
Clustering lung
And a mind that drains
Are all the symptoms of you
That I try to chain
.
.
.
Mehek
I fail
Star BG May 2019
I be a link
forged by authentic self.  
The higher part that drifts
in highways of stars.

I be a nexus threaded
with spirals of love
energies and poetic song.

My inner glow pulsates
as moments become hours
and days years.

I am coupled
with compassion
and forgiveness...
the fuel that launches
my vessel inside dance.

My sacred journey
brings me to your eyes,
and perhaps face as dreams align.

I be grateful
for the pond that mirrors
myself reaching out
to touch the world.

Care to link up and expand
with humanities necklace
of light?

Theirs always room for
another tie into the love chain.
Inspired from  Pagan Paul Many thanks.
leonard zinovyev May 2019
Tyger! Tyger! pants on fire.
Pants on fire, burning bright.
And what chain, & what art?
What the sinew? what the *?

Markov! Markov! chains on fire.
On what wings does he aspire?
And what hand at a rapid rate
Dare ‘em hastily generate?

In the forests burning bright,
In the distant deeps and skies.
Lo ‘n’ behold! what a symmetry!
Did he smile his work to see?

Tyger! Tyger! pants on fire.
Pants on fire, burning bright.
And what chain, & what art?
What the sinew? what the *
?

Python! Python! Monte Carlo,
The chain order is so low.
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earlfangs Mar 2019
Curled up into a ball in the corner of the room,
Surrounded with nothing but bleak walls and the echoes of my breathe,
Staring out from behind the bars as I ignore the flickering light,
Hoping that a moment would come I could finally taste the freedom.

I couldn't remember how I got in this prison,
But the counts of my failed escapes are scarred on my body,
Every whisper is my shout, every tears are my untold wishes,
And every tick of the clock madness is feasting my mind.

Every move I make synchronizes with the sound of my chain,
Reminding me that my steps are counted as the walls around me,
Reaching out the bars, struggling to pass through them,
Yet all my endevours always go in vain.

The ghost of courage remains unseen and unheard,
Eyes on the laughing bars while I'm slowly shrinking,
As every strength fades into oblivion, this place turns into something worse,
For without a single sanity ever survived in a solitary confinement.

I am words left unspoken, unwillingly trapped in this place,
I am ashamed of how will I sound like to their ears,
Will I be accepted? Will I be rejected?
Will I be a curse or a blessing to the world?

I always try to blame others but it's me who trapped myself within these walls,
With no possible escapes I am willing to discover,
Loneliness is hunting me, holding the bow and arrow of despair,
But why? I'm just a voice longing to be heard.
Frances Marie Jan 2019
Casted over me is a loom of doom.

Chained to the negativity it becomes hard to bare.

Crushed by my despair I drag it around and wear it as my armour.

Cursing at myself for the dark emotions, I shrike alone.

Covered by love I still reject.

Cannot receive when there's no respect for myself.

Chasing away the ones I hold dear is the only way I can endure.

Carrying memories that hold me back, I relive alone.

Costs I pay for my depression.
afteryourimbaud Dec 2018
If life
is a collection
of chain reactions
I wonder
who started
the chaos
and
who are at
the bottom of
the receiving end
because if it
falls short at
being fair
then nothing here
is valid.
Destiny C Oct 2018
Past the surface of the sea,
I break my reflection to feel unrestrained. . . free. .

But it's bittersweet once I remember the chain holding me,
slowly weighing me down past the surface as I try to swim and flee.

After 19 leagues down it's clear to see,
I'm in the abyss Destiny wanted me to be.

So I release the chain around my feet,
for which my bitter soul held the key,
to float in my self imposed darkness-
letting the pressure crush thee.
Patty P Aug 2018
These Saturn stones
          filled up your bones.
                     the quiet moon, gently cries.
                                the sun's many liabilities.
                                        your lies soar like spirit wings
                                                how you've fed your lies onto this ring.
                                                  the seeds burst into the earth's ground
                                                          ­       let me hear your inner sounds.
                                                         ­             i want to see the sprouts
                                                                ­            for i...
                                                            ­                   will in doubt.
                                                          ­                        can't wait until
                                                                ­                        you start.
a poem from "the affair series".
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