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How do you know when to stop
When you have never gone too far?
When there is no finish line
When nobody has made it a crime
You keep on running
Keep on hurting
Every single time
how do you know when to stop?
FunSlower Jul 2021
Our nights arrive so briskly these days,
with the same clattering metallic tones
That defrost our frozen bones
When the sun rises for the shortest stays
On the brightest days I’ve ever known.
I’ve sworn my oath. I’ve shown I’ve grown
And never felt less alone, let alone known a heart that’s sewn my own into the shape of its clone.
Nor have I ever held a gaze as ablaze
As those twin mazes that daze and amaze me.

So never wonder with me; ever wander with me.
Come with me. Come swiftly.
No, our nights will not grow longer.
Know, I’ll ever long to linger.
Please hold me in the sunlight,
upside down and in your head.
For you’re pinned inside my own mind’s eye
in your favourite shades of blue and red.
Would it be a crime to blame time for pain,
when without time he’d never know her name?
Could it be that the gateway to heaven
and the gateway to hell are one and the same?
Carlo C Gomez Jun 2021
his hobbies include
                          invisible girls
                     bubble wrapped
              shielding their eyes from the sun
                        up the side of his mountain
holding fast to the cable
                                  and the eventual terror of drawing
                     paper moons
                         framed a bit too
                                                   insular
                                                   binocular
                                                   funicular
                                                   vermicular
                         these out of sightlines
                                    opaque and cobwebbed
                               screening off
                       his ***** little secrets
Brett Jun 2021
The ******* is bashful only when he lacks control
Vulture poaching ***** as his victim
Hands like constrictors, slither up your clothes
Hidden smile, scaled, behind a venom veil
He talks in toxins, and when the will has rotted;
Ties in knots; consuming whole a struggled “no”
Raven Feels May 2021
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, somethings are not what they seem to be:|


another me another you

now I don't know what to do

I wanna shred my lungs and splinter my blood

tear my eyes and spill the hidden tears that can't seem to flood

I imagine you in characters that I read

so pathetic and shameful of the things I plead

once upon a poisoned naïve time

I breathed a breath and said it'll be once---what a crime??!!

turned out to be a humiliation to that humble soul pride

blame myself for that ****** day I bled my soft side

lately in the dead she solely glides


                                                        ­                          ------ravenfeels
George Krokos Apr 2021
Wasting time
is like crime.
Best to do
something new
and you will
time fulfill.
Better than
nothing can.
_
Written in 2020.
Àŧùl Apr 2021
I want to travel behind,
Backwards to that time,
When you were mine,
And I was your crime.

Breaking up was routine,
And so was making up,
Then a calamity struck,
And I survive to live a half-life.
My HP Poem #1922
©Atul Kaushal
wizmorrison Mar 2021
Terrified eyes looked into mine
Bloods dripping through my knife,
I shook my head and back out,
It was over,
I can never recover,
Few minutes you close your eyes,
You never breathe nor you cried.

Believe me when I say this,
I am not bad,
I am not bad,
Just confused all my life,
I am afraid,
Yes I am!
Please don't be frightened,
I am not.
I am not mad at anyone,
Can't you see I am just hurt?

Is it my fault to drag you in a hole?
I heard your screams,
I saw your hand waving,
Suddenly you came unannounced,
Saying I am a monster,
No I'm not!
I am not bad!
I am just confused all my life,
I've been living in a lie,
I've been locked in a pitch black box,
Is it my fault?
No it's not.

Cold blood stained my hands,
My sniffs turn into loud sobs,
I throw myself to the ground,
I scream in the top of my lungs,
Your lifeless body beside me,
Seems whispering in my ears;
Blaming me for the sin I didn't do
I never killed you.
| March 19, 2021
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