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CautiousRain Mar 2019
I walked into your life an actress,
putting on a show for you,
miming who I thought I was
with lifeless limbs exerting so much effort,
nearly hollow did I feel,
typecast, merely trying to not collapse in front of you
like a miserable cutscene signaled too quick;
yes, it is most unfortunate
you fell in love with an actress
playing a role she didn’t know how to keep.
oh god I don't know when I wrote this but um, it's something
Emma Mar 2019
She wore the blood
He added the muscles
A conflict around change
Restrictions, men and women
One of the two black out  poetry pieces I did last week, but decided not to do the drawing for this one. Not a poem written from personal experience.
Ammar Mar 2019
Being able to reason
with yourself
is the most painful thing ever
as you are
standing against
a brewing storm
of yourself
on your own.
I've always struggled with it.
Nook Mar 2019
Hours spent waiting
For new names to appear
Hours spent looking
At my ever growing list

Sitting in silence

Awaiting the cold metal
To strike warm flesh
Awaiting blood to stain
The lifeless earth

Sitting in chaos

War is boring
For most are ready
To leave this hellhole
In one way or another

Sitting in darkness

I am sought after
As reprieve
from this suffering
As means to go
from one hell to another

For I am death
War, specifically a battle in a war from the perspective of death
Empire Mar 2019
My greatest struggle
Is my body's natural desire
To attain control
Because my spirit
Aches
For release
With a reckless abandon

I want nothing more
Than to be freed from all
Which binds me
To forget my
Inhibitions
And to experience
Indulgence
Nook Mar 2019
It’s Alurad’s turn to speak

Humans are cruel
Humans are a abomination
A problem to be dealt with

It’s Matches’ turn to speak

Humans are curious
Humans are in need
A species to be saved

It’s Nook’s turn to speak

Humans are mysterious
Humans are the fluttering in my chest
A source of warmth that eludes me

It’s your turn to speak dear reader
bob Mar 2019
Sitting around at the table,
Standing by the gate,
Not seeking a label,
Not seeking hate,

Wanting nothing more
Than a question to float by—
I'm quite shy
Finding interesting things on the floor.

Pride in talking of myself,
Greed in talking about myself,
Sloth in talking to myself.

Making slow conversation,
Small talk—
What a pain for reciprocation,
I just want...talk.

Wanting nothing more
Than a question to float by—
I'm quite shy
Finding interesting things on the floor.
Reciprocating and mutual interest don't exist nowadays...
Abhijeeth Mar 2019
Sit down just for a moment,
shut out the world, ignore it,
everything else can wait outside,
this moment, it's just me and the light.
The thoughts, they keep escaping,
look at that reflection the light is making,
remember the story where I was the king,
remember this song, come let's sing,
for a while I let these thoughts roam,
it's just me and the light in this room.
Enough!, and the thoughts are empty,
it seems silly but this is my serenity.
In a bubble I am carried away,
it's my solitary moment of the day,
I wonder, do I spend enough time with me?
away from all the noise and distortion I see.
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