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Sam S Sep 3
Feelings, they’re like waves,
Crashing without cease,
Emotions surge and spiral,
Yearning for release.
I’m both tender and fierce,
A garden drenched in night,
Where ivy coils around my heart,
And moonflowers crave the light.

In this storm of passion,
There’s a strength that burns so deep,
Resilience forged in whispers,
Where love and darkness meet.
I navigate this world within,
With a compass kissed by fire,
And find that in the heart of chaos,
Lies the pulse of my desire.
i moved to college twenty-five days ago.
i cried the first night, and not a single time since.

the urge to hurt myself on purpose is getting to be overwhelming, but my support system is back home. do i have a support system? i don't want to put this weight on any individual person, god knows it's too much for me.

i need to shake off all my responsibilities, go to a party alone where i don't need to take care of anyone. i need to drink until i can't function, can't think.

half of my soul wants to drop out and move further away. no expectations, no art critiques, no essays. i don't want to have to live up to what i've supposedly chosen to do for the rest of my life.

i need to be drunk.
Jeremy Betts Sep 5
Never did I intend
To depend
So heavily on this pen
And the hand it was able to lend
But if I didn't spend
The time I did attend
Like if I only spent the weekend
Workin' on me,
I wouldn't have been able to defend my heart
Or fend off the dark
Because I wouldn't have been able to comprehend
The in-between
Of the beginning and the end

©2024
MadameClaws Sep 4
a blood-dyed string of destiny unites us,
from end to hematic end.
i dance and strafe,
to and fro,
skirring the breath-thin thread.
it’s not til’ i’m entangled
that i discern the red is my own alone.
my place in this web i apperceive,
while you perch upon the heart of the now gossamer,
like the right widow you are.
i don't love you, and i never will.
Bekah Oct 6
My sweet Seraphine,
What have you done
They labeled you a monster
So is that what you’ve become?

I knew your heart was fragile
But it wasn’t made of glass
The icy chill that froze your soul
Surely cannot last

They dimmed the light inside you
When they ****** you to this place
But the flame that burns inside you
Could never be contained

My sweet Seraphine,
In the darkness of the night
The stars will guide you home
For they will be your light
The name Seraphine is derived from the Hebrew language meaning burning ones. Also used to describe celestial beings.
Man Sep 1
I draw on cigarettes,
Doodle with resin-
Blisters on my fingers,
They all think I'm playin'.
The colors brown & red
Are escaped when I shut my eyes,
And when I turn my face inside
I'm fine with what I see.
It's not dark, pretty light-
It's all clear skies,
Even with a chance of showers
There's always a sunrise.
MadameClaws Aug 30
ferocious as a fever,
my fervor haunts me.
devourer of the excess;
a true glutton consummately.
my craving impetus,
but who am i to impugn?

roused by my sin,
a prisoner of desire.
never embracing the retribution for vice,
i lie and confess;
the reckoning of my awakening
not steeling the growl of my stomach.

far from decorous,
but in good taste,
i am a man of hunger,
of foul intent;
no fowl could curb my voracity.
gluttony never settled for appetizers.
i find a lot of inspiration and interest in the concept of hell and the sins that go with it. i may do a poem for each sin, but for right now i'm working through the backlog of poems to edit and finalize (:
Brielle Aug 30
"And after all, I was just a fallen angel."
Words that gets through me,
With a dream where I went through it.
Dying as I write this poem, feeling as being swollen.

Everything was all just a test,
When I just needed a rest.
"How can a beautiful soul become a fallen angel?"
I know too much, for I have sinned.

My body is destroyed, yet my soul is still standing.
Despite being considered perfect,
I was lucifer, the fallen angel, rebelled against my own blessed.


Why are so many are startled by my drastic shift?
They say I turned into a horrible monster,
When I was once called the most beautiful angel.
Don't be too shock,
The Devil has many faces.
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