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Paul Idiaghe Sep 2020
I await the calm, the bleach
of night, that chapter

when my ribs
unbreak, crawl back

around my cageless heart. eyelids
weigh like lead in this cruel gravity--

they swell faster than tears. tears
that fail to surge me out of this flooded

shell; they close
like every marble door

that stands straight between my dreams
and I,

           and you-- I await
you, draped in downpours & monsoon

tempests; maybe, this time, our wildest
winds would fade out in their collision.
LWZ Sep 2020
Shook
Took
A pawn and not a rook
Out of my mind and heading home
I could have changed my mind and headed by your side
So unnecessary and cruel
I won the Bet
And took what was left

See what’s next.
Try your best.
Until I finally put this to rest
kier Sep 2020
it's delightful
the harsh autumn movement
and the angelic snowfall
with wings so beautiful
though my body grows numb
I still open my heart warmly
to these cold seasons

I think of him fondly
even though he was wrong
I cried for him, cared for him
and he hardly thought of me at all
I was always holding on to something
that was never
really there
Moonchild Sep 2020
The realms of life seems dark, my child
You might never know what it takes to be blind
In a cruel association
Where everyone loves blood of humiliation

Some say, don't fear
But who knows of what an innocent face can hear
If thy had been killed
By a worldly madness of chaos; he drowned in beguiled
Nobody Sep 2020
You never make anyone smile,
you laugh if they cry.
You bring out my anger,
and all of my sighs.
You’re nothing I admire,
and everything I despise.
You’re all stupid and simple,
but think you’re so wise.
You mock the gentle,
then brag about being cruel.
Act like you’re so clever,
but you’re the biggest fools.  
I really can’t stand
tools like all of you.
You’re all basic ugly rocks,
who think they're jewels.
Eniola Aug 2020
What is that playing in your head,
that clip suffering that has captured your reality,
and plays them like a broken track record.
If its' not that then it's your fantasy,
that's trying to break free and become reality.

But fear of judgment from the world,
retracts us back to this cruel shell of a mindset
that has been made known by our ancestors.
All those hopes, wild imaginations, and our fantasy,
that is being rejected by those same ancestors,
who vowed to guide us,
but now from their hands do they destroy us.

We who are present history should learn to break free,
to carve and crave our hopes, dreams, and fantasy,
that has been bottled and then turn it to passion.
dreams are our future and present because the more dreams you bottle up the more pain you feel, so, therefore, learn to express them the right time because at that right is the only time you will feel alive.
love is, perhaps, the cruelest mistress.
5. août 2020
16:07 pm
izi Jul 2020
but
what power you do have, you use it willingly.

don't you?
how could you know you don't hurt me,

with those long lashes like unused paintbrushes,
brushing against your cheeks so soft i can feel it,
like butterfly wings.

let go of me, my heart says to you.
you smile back and it's so cruel, so cruel,

that i relish in the pain even though i know it is poison.
Dayda Jul 2020
You are beyond comprehension
You are beyond words
You are beyond any imagination
You are beyond ***

You are beyond evil
You are beyond cruel
You are beyond exaggerations
You are beyond nasty

You, owh my god, you
You are beyond despicable
You are beyond urgghhh
You are beyond comprehension
I just can't. I can't.
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