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Sleek Sep 24
Sometimes I feel like my mind is spinning so much I can’t figure out what to say and when I finally do the words I spit out are rotting on a once-pure page

Infectious and greedy as that ugliness spreads like weeds
marking the damages it dissipates into the darkness my soul feeds
sonnets filled with sins
***** poetry I spin
like a dream but all I see is darkness
as it fills my mind heart and soul to the brim
seeping onto my skin
light shining through a cloud
my scars a clear reminder
of the pain I refuse to allow
never say out loud
I know I promised
I know I vowed
but the silver is already in my hand
and there is already blood now
-S.L.K
What’s the point of this again? Of writing?
justabyte Aug 6
I find it disturbing
How clever and careful
The past can be.

Like some scheme
It has laid a plan,
Raising invisible barriers
That push you to me.

It is oddly entertaining.
I like to see you hurt.
But who can I plead with
For this to stop?
Ariannah Jul 7
Shattered into tiny pieces
Broken by one's heart,
Left with the sharp releases
Of feelings left alone in the dark.

My skin, it starts to burn,
Flames that barred return
Inside the walls that once kept safe
The wild love that took place.

Their silence showed the way,
They could never be the one to play
The caring lover, the long lost hope;
And leaves my confusion with no strength to cope.
Let me help you
tie your shoes
Let me help you untie your noose  
Each fabric feels tragic
Let me help you
tie your shoes  
Can I show you
How not to drown
How not to rott in the ground
I have no life so I could be involved in yours.
RueSE Apr 14
At His mercy
Reanimated to climb again
Pushing out your hip, languid reaches or your arms, curving your spine to exude grace you expect to accompany knowing repetition.
Art maker you have no art
Your pile of creations reach deeply for the core of this world.
You destroy yourself for the motions
The feeling of barely surviving
Brings you warmth
But why must the flame come from burning you?
...
Why are you timber for your own blaze?
Downward
Nature Feb 13
Hope, the word of relief, freedom, innocence
Helps overcome all challenges and darkness
A beacon in the night, a guiding light
That leads us through life's plodding flight

With every breath, it whispers low
"Cope with life, and let your spirit glow"
Hope is the anchor that holds us fast
A symbol of resilience that forever lasts
Jeremy Betts May 2024
It's really hard to have hope
How is one to cope
When the scope of the problem
Shows to be your steep downward *****
And the rope thrown as a savior
Lands around your throat
Hope regularly seen as innately good
You may agree, but I don't

©2024
Aaron L Osgood Feb 2024
Don’t speak unless spoken to.
The weak is not broken too.
This week I woken you.
My heart is enclosed it remains open to view.
You didn’t choose me, I’m life’s chosen few.
With the ability to cope with you as we coexist.
I’m here to talk just in case you need the assist.
Pax Dec 2023
I've killed that old flame
felt so ashame, I'm to blame
i left to pursue nothing
it kept me running
please, lend me something
a little bit of hope
for me live on and to cope

i wish i never killed you
left you there
    in the darkness's hue
i wanted to write something good i hope but it becomes depressing when you dive directly into the darkside on how you killed your own dream.
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