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Simple Dec 2022
every time i cry i
cry with static
my vision is really erratic
when will this nightmare diminish
with every clear cinematic

i close my eyes to a broken tv
wake up to the same show on the screen
why won't the channel change?
it's so bleak

noise drives me insane
how can they say
im sane
when all i see
is all the same?

constant buzzing in your rear view
what deep lie
is rooted in your eye
is it mental? or critical?

its always the same tune
strung for a long time
i think I might just go blind

its always snowing
dust like ashes
it clashes
and contrast
why can't I see the beauty

it adds more
over the years
im worried i won't be able to hear
or see the kiss by your ear
when i see clear of your eyes
when i die
will i still see light?
how I see life through my eyes
Isaac Spencer Oct 2020
I don't think, as I reach up,
As I reach up, the stars shrink,
The stars shrink, and like glass cuts,
And like glass cuts, I don't think,

The stars fall, and like glass cuts,
And like glass cuts, the clouds stall,
The clouds stall, it won't end, but-
It wont end, but the stars fall,

We can't die, it won't end, but-
It won't end, but I can't cry,
I can't cry, 'cause in my gut,
'Cause in my gut, we can't die.

I don't think, 'cause in my gut,
'Cause in my gut, it's all drink,
It's all drink, I don't know what,
I don't know what, I don't think.
This is a new form I made, which uses an ABAB rhyme scheme for each stanza, with each line being an odd number of words long, made of two phrases where one phrase is one word shorter than the other. A lines are odd/even, while B lines are even/odd. The second phrase of the first line is the first phrase of the second line, and so on, but the 4th line of the stanza ends with the first phrase of the first line.

The second stanza's  second phrase on the first line uses the first phrase from the last stanza's last line.

And the last stanza's first line should begin with the same phrase the poem began with, to end how it began.

There are no syllabic rules, this is all about recursion.

Mmm recursion.
arian Oct 2019
if i were a thing, i'd probably be a puzzle.
the one wrapped in plastic,
and smells like a fresh one.
a puzzle that's always challenging,
the one that attracts people's interest
but not everyone could solve.
or maybe i don't want to be solved,
maybe i just want to be heard.
Amanda Kay Burke Jul 2018
Know I am not satisfied with myself
Recently more ashamed than I care to admit.  
Could have the perfect life
Negative thoughts form a pit

For a second think I see the way out
Reason ommiting a soft glow
Try to take a step, my legs give out
Unable to make body go

Wondering if I will always be this way
Have no control over my critical mind
Head void of confidence and respect for myself
Self-love and acceptance so challenging to find
No one will love you if you don't love yourself
Amanda Kay Burke Jun 2018
Life may be harsh and challenging right now
But know this much is true
I would never choose an easy life alone
Over a difficult one with you
I would rather be freezing outside with you than warm in the arms of someone else n
Damian Murphy Feb 2018
More can be read into change easily,
Then change becomes a CHAlleNGE for many;

Change could spell less of a challenge maybe
If only change could be spelled out clearly?
who are you to say that I can't be this way?
And why should I be classified as unidentified because I don't " fit in " in society's definition.

Sexuality wasn't a choice I made I didn't suddenly wake up and decide to make up my mind on loving both genders, but now I try my best not to surrender, on your idea of how love should be painted
   However I may come across as strong, but your words still burn like the razors that once lapped against my frigid skin, and sweetheart I still sin.

For I am in a body that controls my whole life and it's not okay to pull me aside and tell me what you think is wrong and what's right.

You don't get to judge me for if the watchful eye of the moon still shines for my damaged soul each night, then why should I let go of this fight, for acceptance.
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