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I Fumble through the dark
Hopeless.            Stray dog.
I lie there in constant thought. of

Found myself by rambling
through carefully spoken paragraphs,
flattering speeches and romantic monologues.
but they are nothing, without

Nothing, after all
That's all that I ever was to
So I'll be nothing, I am silence…
Yet I hear your piercing whispers!
I am steeled against myself.
But your knife plunges into my empty chest.
Who is guilty of the sin in the end?!

james 4d
fun and games
and bright lights on strings
stuffed plushies & autumn leaves
and kindness from every
person i see

you remove the carnival glass
and im seen for what i am
and the carnival goers
in all their own carnival masks
do not understand

ive spoken my truth
so they pack up the stands
pile bright costumes
into dark vans

and i find myself left
with an empty field
of cold air
such is the harsh reality of being known
I remember a time when I loved you
When you were my world
When you were all I loved
I remember your kisses and hugs
I remember the way you said my name
And the way you walked away
I remember the tears I wept
And the pain I felt
The emptiness you left me in
Cold words and colder eyes
They just don't suit you
Or at least the boy I used to know
If one is at an obstacle of an imposing sort
or with any other side step made, this state,
to find a way past each of these, in this life's
dangerous maze, somehow without mistake.

It's just that I've always stumbled
when I see that it's so **** far,
way beyond this side of the dark,
someone give me a way to find
the other side in the light,
if that is what it is, if this some
strange curse, a bad plight.

...or is it a greater truth?

Perhaps the "Gods are playing a trick
on me?" Or perhaps there is no way back
or forward. I look back at yesterdays
pain and see it's staring back.

Death is a visage we all put aside until
it is right there and there's no way
to avoid it. Just happen to be able
to keep running...unavoidable,
This and that. Stunning. I will write, I will
work, I will not hide. Eventually we all
have to face it, and sooner or later
we all have to try to fight it.
It's that stone cold that hangs over
you even with vices. They just happen to
be able to visualize a nicer tomb
than was waiting for you. I guess
that was worth all the human sacrifices.
Just thought I'd give it a whirl. It's been a while since I wrote...
It’s too cold to be alone
So that’s why I’m thinking of you
Not a horseman, nor a coach,
The horses are down the high pitched coast;
Only a weak whip-like reproach
Made the horses run from their own ghost.

Down the hill, the horses flying
Into the deep like doomed pegasuses' *****;
The neighs and waves are crying,
Replying the peaceful song of a fiendish siren.

Before the dark water turns to scarlet,
It paints a mad reflection of them horror haunted;
A demerited dark life-span mindset
That vanishes in the wild waves delighted.
You remind me of fresh dew on the grass,
In the morning when it’s cold,
And still dark but the sun is ebbing,
Just below the horizon.

In the sort of calm way that a heart,
Can open,
I wake up to you like snowy mornings,
Mild frost and a chill in the air,
Just enough to make me feel,
A little more alive than usual.

Something crisp, and delicate,
Begs beyond the surface.
Is it the siren’s call?
I have no concrete idea of what this poem is about, but I know exactly what I meant. Somehow.
I'm sending winter a letter..

Dear winter today I starting viewing old pics of you..
Desiring you just a glimpse of you.
Oh How I miss you.. winter cool brew.
Send me your sister autumn
To let me know your gettin closer getting near.
Year long I wait the time your here.
Just a cool breeze, a hint, a touch..
want to warm up in ya so much.
These years I'm away from the snowy visions of mountains,
No scenes of others skiing.
In fun snowy snow ball fighting.

I'll display social profiles.
In fun cute wintery styles.
Viewing you winter brings me nice smiles.
Haven't felt your cold breath in such a long while.
I miss wearing my winter cool digs.
My cute boots
my winters suits.
Winters the closing of a year,
Signs of a new ones opening is right here.
Oh winter fun celebrations you bring.
With holiday feasting..
Families dancing and singing.
Its cold outside.
Lets cuddle up inside.
Dear winter,
I'm waiting..anticipating..
The seasons changing..
Winter oh winter be happy when you get here.
I know your getting near.
Hugs from a winter born child...
With a cool temper a soul that's mild.
Fashion for winter style.
Soulful creative lovable, huggable. now adult grown child.

Credits to [email protected] 2019
oh winter come on...
Thomas Oct 4
The sun has fallen
And september came

October settled
With his autumn rain

The sun resist
But he is so cold

He made a fight
To protect us

But darkness rising
And they are so strong

And attractive
And beautiful
Lizzie Oct 4
I feel so cold, an empty soul...
This hurt in my chest growing bigger with each step..
There's no going back all hope lost,
was there ever any to start with?
Have I always been this harsh... this distant...
looking out for myself is all i've ever known...
It's been ingrained in my brain that there's nobody out there,
nobody's going to save me from drowning...
Nobody's gonna hear me screaming so desperately for help...
It's just me, myself, and I...
Like always...
Feeling real down and lonely tonight..
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