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TheBlackBird Jul 2021
Everyone makes promises
Pinky swears and vows
Always and forever
But the road to eternity is
Paved with deception

Still somehow I let them weave
A blanket of lies beneath me
False security, holding me up
A net made of spider webbing
So easily torn apart by
The swipe
of a hand

But then I’m falling again.

Spiraling headfirst toward the concrete
And I can’t help but feel
Like this

Is exactly what I deserve.
It's been a long time since I've been able to write anything but it feels good. This is the first one in years.
Sweats have turned blood
My legs are weak
Temporary turning me *******
I can no longer move
Not a single step forward

My sorrow overwhelming, consuming
I've travelled alone, left alone
Hopelessly helpless in my journey
In this tunnel of depression
I'm condemned to suffer forever

But wait!
I see something
I can finally see
the end of the tunnel
from where I worthlessly lie
Greeting me with a shiny light
As bright as sun

Light, they say is hope, assurance, intrepidity,
life, end of darkness, new beginning...
Help is here!
The suffering is almost over
The curse of an unending loneliness
Is broken, perhaps

Find me strength
To drag myself once more
To endure the pain one last time, hopefully
Yes! Light!
It brightens per each pace I move

But what if it is a train approaching?
What if it's only a figment of my imagination?
Just like the last time - countless times
It makes things worse each time, quite deceptive
And yet, it feels, like them all
I'm a mere mirrored reflection
of all the mistakes I made.
I'm a mere piece
of an unsolved puzzle
that's always missing something in the end.
Orchid Mar 2021
For what can I say but disagree with the rest,

The daughter of Poseidon
Caught fishing out a net

With the denial of most
I cannot fear for the man

With the face of a goat
And hoof for a hand.


Fell in love like a blossom
Ripped from it's path

Drifting and floating
Then crumbling when dark,

Held my hand and watched
The snowflakes heave

And move to the sound of a sunset breeze.
Michael Senaike Mar 2021
A man! From whose Godly image, cometh he, from sand;
A mortal engine! Proud son of the earth and the starry heavens;
A wandering soul, cursed to rule the seas and land;
Lord of beasts that roam and roar, and a sky filled with Ravens;

A  sparkling light at tunnel's end, in seasons of strive;
Like sunrise, he cometh with hope from the eastern skies;
Like darkness, never to be found wanting where evil thrives;
A harbinger of doom, the soul behind Gaea's cry;

A Viking in chainmail saileth, Oh! I see a damsel in distress;
A Knight in shining armor rideth, Oh! I see  Princess feeble;
Lean on me, saith the Wolf, while i slay thine enemies with my prowess;
A white sheep teareth, into the flesh of our lady of brittle;

Me' lady! seeketh not, the man out there in thy dream;
For all the gods, all the heavens and, hell, is within him.
stephannie Feb 2021
as the lid is slowly pulled off the jar,
murmurs became deafening; near and far.
some claims it to be salt, but i barely believed,
for what i got was sugar; white and sweet.

with its superfine bits brushing through my fingers,
even the slightest swatch, for years it lingered.
no doubt, it was sugar indeed.
so delicate, everyone wanted a grip.

and perhaps, if salt was somehow lost and trapped,
in the wary gentle touches of white,
it neither overcomes nor overwraps,
the very sweetness that reigned all this while.

in this series of vulnerable thoughts,
brought about by the emotions made felt,
it was realized that the ones cautious of salt,
just denied seeing the sugar for themselves.
you're allowed to be both
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