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Ralph Bobian Apr 2021
Am I just waxing poetic
To try to mask the aesthetic?
Still painting the black skies that hover
over you in my presence as ****..
Ya your grey clouds are electric.
Oh it’s just part of your charm?
This toxic personality storm
acid raining on me
And when it’s raining it pours
Oh please excuse the floors
It’s just her personality flood
See caution tape at the doors
To avoid at all costs
Hazardous conditions like hers
that cause her thunder to roar
crashing down on me, lightning
All because I struck a nerve
All because I’ll never learn
All while I try to endure
Over and over again..
You'd swear I’m chasing the storm
keeping my head above water
In the same flood you created
That you stand knee deep in denial
Your crashing waves pull me under
..No more chance of survival
Just another dead body
Left to wash up ashore
This what you wanted or no?
What was all of this for?
The only thing that’s for certain
At least I know is for sure…

You may have broken my spirit..
*But my soul has weathered your storm
Mental olympics......
Brett Mar 2021
Six hours
Staring down at a blank page
Maybe
This is the best art I have ever made
Empty
Like the pit in my stomach

I swear I am flush with ideas
Yet I think them
Far better than I could ever say
Reach out to grasp
And they up and run away

Oh

The sun is shining
Yet I prayed for rain today
God must have missed the message
See
I asked for blessings
All I received was this broken record
About a years-long depression

Mine as well force a smile
And drop the needle atop this vinyl
Can you hear it
My favorite song
Denial
Dawn Treader Mar 2021
You have walked by my side
From the time I was a child
You are a beauty
Dark and ugly
Just like me
You are suppression
You are fear
You scream out loud
Everything I don't want to hear
My little light
Is shrouded by you
Take my tiny hand
We'll walk this life together
A knowing nod to you
As I stare in the mirror
Little Demon
You are mine
Sit on my shoulder
Til the day I die.
I have decided to let her walk beside me. She has carried me far.
Adriana Makenna Mar 2021
The night washing over our heaving, fleshy carcasses. Like two crayfish in a current.

So you are telling me.
We ****** in a whirlpool of sound. In a dilapidated guest room.

There. Moaning into you with my eyes, I ravenously endowed our fevers.
And you make it into pretty words.
Prettier than I could ever polish my sprawling lobster legs into sounding.

Who talks like that.
A poet’s muse does it seems.
Him Feb 2021
I am not afraid of the dark; nor of the many creatures that hide beneath its veil.

I dread the light, both failing flicker and spirited spark; whose existence threatens with the realisation that you are not there...

That you are but a pleasant phantom, whose sight I entertain - Beneath the warm affections of Midnight's rain.

I am not afraid of the dark, though I dread the truth; a gospel that proclaims a life without you. And light just happens to be its evidence, so within Dark's nest, I hide you.
Indigo Feb 2021
I used the word love pretty loosely
I barely know just what it means
But I know you want to lose me
So I guess I’ll let it be
Jack R Fehlmann Feb 2021
Ink in water
A dark rolls
In the invisible
Like light at night

As the candle warns
Forlornly to wage
Quiet battle

Dark
against defends
and Unseen deploys

A shadow dances
Rising silent
Defined by denial

The glowing quill
Lifted, weilded
Strokes such ink well

To borne a truth
To what end shown
from hence within.
Poetic truth of the depressed type of mind.
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