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Jonathan Benham Jan 2018
I patiently catastrophize
the boisterous morning that will follow.
A day, like today, mourning, in a tentative morning.
I knew they were there, but,
how much can they deny me sensation before they
clamor and destroy what is left inside?
An ego idealized by the being of passion.
Driven, to a harrowing morning.
Mourning.
Polish the idea that this is safe,
that this is meant to be.
Crumble into insanity at night.
Mourn the morning afterwards.
This is existence?
A mind incapable of compartmentalization.
Zero Nine Nov 2017
Bored on the internet, so see what I find.
I'm taken back to that moment in the past
When I met the droop-eyed star and starlet.
Look what Twitter has. Their pale face framed
and recreated, pixel perfect, inundated.
Talking in circles.
Talking highly of
Your self --
Like you're above the tower seat of power,
In the clouds. You're a mental case. How
you gonna love yourself so much?
All of my former lovers are the messes they left back when.
Who does he think he is
Exposing my fear
A fear I didn't know I had
To be alone
Yet deeply in love
I hate how talking to you
Brought it out
Being with you
Leaks out the fear
I don't want to lose you
You tell me I won't
I believe you
Because I love you
I really love you
Don't let my fear come true
Living without you
And still in love with you
Meghan Sep 2017
Once there was a world bound in annihilation and pure chaotic evil. Where everyone is hunted every night they close their threatened eyes. And by means of evil, it's not that ****** imagery on your mind. It's the heart of yours located from the inside. Hearts were prized preciously than sparkling diamonds. This is a certain generation, you can survive without a heart. I wasn't aware for I'm a fragile youth living in the hearth of the city. I am the center, and I am the middle of the good and wicked. But I got aware, got involved, got informed, because of him. Him who mauled, shattered the innocent life of mine. Now I know that I had entered the world of reality. I lost my heart. Losing it was like breathing in space, unable to sense anything. You can only avail the mind that controls everything. It's hard to manage this realm of truth. I went to the doctors to engrave my ruined heart. After that replacement, I recalled the pain he gave me. It felt like we're oceans apart. That day was the day I can see colors despite all of the darkness around. I cherished the moment when I heard its beating sound. One life down.

But, one random nocturnal slumber, something crashing interrupted my dream. I wasn't awake nor conscious, only shuddering black themed ruled my delusion. Then, endless reticence spoke for a minute, I was shocked in confusion. It sounded like scurrying feet of rodents. Surprisingly, I'm all out of emotions. Numbed as a frost, lifeless as a wind. I dared to subject my eyes my eyes to the occurrence. Nothing. Just the obfuscated glow of my surroundings and the lazy stare of the moon. I smiled, but nothing stirred on me. There's no presence of energy as if I'm a drained battery. I knew there was a thief that stole my heart. My grandma said, "Someday, a man will teach you to trust people even though they make a fool out of you." I put faith on her sentence. Knowing there would be someone out there who will protect me from dangerous harm in his loving arm. So, I planted another heart on my chest. Two lives down.

Walking down on life's sorrowful trail was perfidious, but hey, since I found him, we were bewitched. Bewitched on each other's kindness. He fulfilled my grandma's prophecy. It's over. No more dreaming. Because the dream I dreamed is no longer dimmed. We were dancing in the white light of peace. As I glided onto him, something sharp and metal plunges in my back, more like an intenional jab. He betrayed me..Hoots of laughter trapped my ears forcing me to run. I'm such a loser. I lost three lives in total. There's no way I'm getting them back. Knowledge took place; emotions abandoned me.

And maybe that's the reason I am standing here on my grandma's funeral without feeling such grieve nor pain. All I have is her and she's gone. If I can just close me eyes, so nothing will matter anymore. Except me and her. No more lightning nor thunder. Only a butterfly and a flower. The dull sky was carrying tears. The only thing that I hold is her prophecy. And I'm about to let it go. Before I say the word 'goodbye', the rain drops in trickling pain. And suddenly, you came. You covered me on your feathers. I was cold, while you were warm. You're in white, while I was in black. You were smiling, while I was frowning. See, physically we're already opposite. But, I wasn't expecting we're going to be the same emotionally. Ever since I met you, I had my perfect reason to live.

I may not feel you, but I can't stop thinking about you. I may not laugh on your funny jokes, yet it's always my desire to giggle at them. I may not cry with you everytime you're sad, but I'm here to shelter you. I may, I may, obey whatever you say since the day you came the world isn't a game. Instead, it's a dark chocolate with me as your surprise center. This question popped when were stargazing. "Can I keep you?" I wanted to say yes so badly, but I don't want to hurt you so badly too. I remember that I can't love. I'd rather die than to wound your last heart. The last heart you've risked for you to love me. So I told you everything that separated us. This timing and the world against us. You just grinned, "No need. I have the solution." I was startled. My mind was oozing impossibilities. You offered a small box with an enigmatic object. I opened it quickly and saw it. They're not diamonds. It's the half of your heart. You spoke, "So you can feel again." You are surely the one. You're the prophecy. As you did the honors to put it on me, I stared at you. You were lively. In a matter of seconds, I realized that I love you. I now sense your love. And baby, a colossal YES to be with you. Reign of tears escaped my eyes. Then, you whispered my name with a romantic question, "Can I kiss you?" I didn't reply. I just nodded and chuckled and we've kissed.
Izzy Jul 2017
Endless void of articulate delusions and vicious delirious,
Dark thoughts fills crippled lungs;
Calling, screaming, find the truth,
To society shadow, the putrefied soul.

Wicked mind, weeping life,
Monstrous thoughts, haunt the mind,
Depression, misery, sees me right,
In this depraved time we call night.

Nefarious illusions of weak land;
Weep, beg, for the execution of men;
This articulate delusions hold the hand,  
Of the black torch of burned plans.

The archetype of flawless man,
See the day of the mystic shine,
Created by love of bright schemes,
And Annihilated by the thought of wicked minds.

Such Reapers haunt the barren lands,
In search for one, true light;
Mist riddled, hidden in sight,
It transforms the mind to unparalleled cry.
A poem I made a while ago. -Izzy
Vivian g May 2017
Flesh to fire
Faith to fear
Fiction to reality
Emily JoAnne May 2017
Locked in an
insane
            asylum
they are called crazy by all.
Sitting, sitting, staring;
Ranting about aliens,
watching the toddler
    float, floating
in the air in front of them.
On a schedule,
    tick, tick, ring
goes the bell.

They believe what
       you
or I
will not.
They see the world
the way we
       never
will.
"You're delusional,
up is up, not
       umop
Wrong is wrong,
       not write."

But what if,
not impossibly,
for the
             better,
not him
or her is delusional,
but
       you
or I?
I was just thinking about how people with mental disorders, specifically psychotic disorders, are deemed delusional. Wouldn't it be interesting if they aren't crazy but that their minds have developed a new sense, so they can see, hear, or know things that we, without the new sense, can't? If that were true, then really we are the delusional ones.
Jawad Apr 2017
From a dream,
Of your lips,
Telling a story of love…

And a fake date,
Were I’m waiting,
Desperately for your embrace…

And a blunt saw,
Cutting slowly,
Like the regret of lost hope…

And the pain of
Memories…
Like a fresh wound dropping blood…

From a nightmare,
And the flinches when
Demons start tearing my soul…

For assuming,
That I could,
Break the thick chains round my neck…

For believing,
That with blinders,
I can fake unseeing you…

And for thinking,
That there is,
A balsam that kills the pain…

But your distance
Just like cancer…
Terminal, without a hope

Or at least is
Very costly…
Consuming until I am broke
Heartbreaks break more than the heart...
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