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step to the threshold
love is pulled away with the door
       into the ice night
replaced with mewling horror
exposure   invites my death
..tanka style

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threshold
step
     into the night
and love is pulled away with the door
replaced
       with a mewling wall of horror
step out and meet winter
  exposure    invites my death
                                with a snarl

there is no hope

you don't have a
friend you trust

there is no promise

one day you will
return to dust

there is no holy ground
there is no forgiveness left

and if you ever look around
you'll find that every sun sets

there is no love
there is no prayer

you can run around
and you'll never be
found

sure you can try and
hide in your mammas'
hair

but be sure they'll find
you again and again

until there's no one
left to remind you of
home

there is no summer
there are no memories

the picture in your
head shall fade away
just the same

and nothing will
remain but the void
you came through

that is all that is
there

and it will devour
us all

that is all

there is nothing at all

so let the tears fall

so let the years fade
into the distance

so let the smile cut
open your throat

there is no hurt
there is no despair

there is only
you


Spicy Digits Mar 4
My voice is not sick.
My heart does not lack charge
And my fingers rest beautifully.

My wires are impeccably engineered.
My brain is alight with knowing
And my belly, understanding.

Tell me, what does yours say?
Does it lie to you?

Our voices are not sick
Our words are not misguided.
We simply know you well,
And suffer for it.
Ginelle Feb 29
In those late, fragile hours
on those dark, desolate nights
my soul seems to wander the earth
searching for a heart that matches mine

if soulmates do exist
then i'm missing a puzzle twain
Plato wasn't fallacious when he said the soul splits a brace

once you cradled my hand in yours,
our fingers dance, entwined;
I sensed this eternal connection,
that we are forever, intricately aligned
worked really hard to repair this. what do we think?
My thoughts.
So dark
They can’t be sought.

Little whispers
Cloud my head.
Triggers straight to my head.

Encrypting
Their teachings
Into my mind.

And I,
Now fallen,

Subjected to lies.
Jason Drury Feb 27
This here is my home,
metal sides of cold.
Death drips,
from the roof and mold.

This here is my home,
I run away far with my car.
To find myself parked,
staring through the dark.

This here is my home,
the walls mutter judgement,
charred with abandonment.

This here is my home,
It's gone now,
Burnt to the ground.

This here was my home.
Dylan Feb 22
I want to keep all of the words
that find me in wonder and fear.

Spectral fingers reach for mine
but slip through my hand into the dark.
I fascinate from afar
as night pulls away their billowing skin
and wipes away their misty faces.

Ghosts ahuddle on an ivied bridge
poised in pearl-white robes.
Empty eyes and trembling hands
brush through the stream invisibly;
nothing to touch, no one to see.

Pebbles stare back as ripples unfold
into reflections of the weak and cold.
When I called, I loved you.
In thrill having it all!
Then love came so untrue,
I lost you through the fall.
Lost childhoods unfeed, dread…
We found our way by train,
God was all first to bled.
Things never been the same…
No hourglass on skin,
Could tell me otherwise.
Where grace and love begin.
No more cuts I despise.
Imperium our friend,
What used to be no end.
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