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In this world,
out there in open,
many things appear to be broken.

In this world, when it’s the darkest,
I find myself restless and breathless,
running back to the nest,
never safe, but where it’s best.

In this world, if ever so bright,
let there be a ray of light,
a new life, a new sprout,
let it, oh please, be found.

A long-held dream
regrettably, it’s not all what it seems.

A promise made, a secret kept,
where silence is never to be seen again.

A reckless risk, a mighty wish,
blowing back and forth in a sweet breeze.

In this world, despair’s the ruler.
You’ll never hear of anything much crueler.

So here we are left,
There’s no one to blame,
nothing to tame,
it can’t be defeated,
it can’t be helped,
just another feature of a daily hell.

In this world, an old decree,
we’re all doomed to such degree,
beyond salvation,
without a nation.

In this world,
we are not who we are meant to be,
we die at the beginning,
we live at the end.

In this world,
the end’s the matter,
and no one cares about the means.

In this world, I cannot live.
For I’ve decided to end,
and I’ve refused to begin.
Hello, everyone.
I'm new around here and I'm already in love with this place.
Anyways, when I wrote this poem, it wasn’t out of clarity but out of weight.  I felt the world pressing in from every side, too broken, too loud, too indifferent. The lines came almost on their own, like breaths I had been holding for too long. Some of them are shadows, some are sparks, but all of them are pieces of what I couldn’t keep silent anymore. (kind of rhymes)

I can all try to express with honesty how I felt in that moment: restless. Writing this was my way of surviving the unspeakable, of giving shape to the silence. If these words sound dark, it’s because sometimes the truth is dark, but even within that darkness, I believe a poem itself is proof of light.
There is a Golden ABYSS
Among the maple trees
Past the flowers that rang prosy;
In the rains of Spring

There is an Ever-longing Abyss
Among the serenity of the forest;
Past the flowing streams
Down into Serenity Lake

There is a Blackened Abyss
Filled with Mania
Past the fabric of my heart
Decaying like bones
Forgotten in a shallow grave
vik Aug 18
loathsome murk, drawing me into taint,
trailing off into the black mire yet again.
vine-brother, i hear your leaves trembling,
what poison seeps from you now?
clotted earth webs your lashes;
when i scrape it loose, the ground cracks,
your breath curdles me backward,
into the ditch’s gullet.

hands like tarnished winches,
i wrench, stagger, cling,
yet your seepage slicks the corbelling,
brine of iron thickening in the throat.

i thrash like a rabid,
limbs cadging against sodden turf,
nails serrated on the gristle-clotted earth,
and still you scream,

your wither drips sicklier now,
i see it contort, i see the murids writhe
through the filigree of air.
crows; oscillating, tacit, assay my hands,
perpetually assay, quantifying
how fealty decays in my fingers.
falter not, the fault feeds me yet, they caw.

vine-brother jumps into the cracked loam,
hell opening like funeral pyres beneath him.
he sags, sap-wet and ***** with earth’s grit,
tears mingling with the dust as they leak from his cracked lips.
his hand, crawler’s cold, scrabbles for mine;
i, slack-jointed, pulled into the churn of mire,
find myself dragged into loathsome murk.
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Lonely
by Carl

Oh I'm tired of feeling lonely
lost my Girlfriend long ago
Oh I tried to cross the Cascades
but it comense to snowA

Im tired of being defeated
don't know when I'm going to win
I been kicked out in the weather
don't know when I'll get back in

I tryed to cross the ocean
but the waves they were too rough
I thought that I could make it  
but I found I weren't so tough

I'm tired of being disgusted
I will not be displeased
I thought I was half crazy
My mind it was diseased

I'm worn out and I'm tired
I can't catch my breath  
It gets cold before the Sunrise
I might freeze to death

I tried to find the sunshine on my darkest day
I walked onn in my sadness until deep into the night
I walked on feeling hopeless on my longest trip
I just kept on walkin, searching for the Light

I bore the heavy burden up the Mountain trail
They tried to defeat me
they all hoped that I would fail
But I just kept on clibin'
I knew I would prevail
Peace Okpechi Aug 17
I had fallen into the grave many times
And it always tore away a part of me each time I crawled out.
It wasn't my laughter at first,
I shamefully can't recall what was plucked from my soul initially.

But all I recall was when I realised
That the jar I stored my tears had multiplied.
And I had never bought any extra jar.
And then the grotesque shadows
That always looked like tiny mirrors when I stared into them,
Seemed to take the form of the figures I pitied when younger.

I never knew I had grown used to the many jars.
But I knew I had seen it as a part of me.  
Perhaps I hadn't realised what that truly meant.

For when I numbly fell into the grave
And I caught sight of other people falling into it with me,
No new jar appeared again.
And although it was quite plain that that wasn't the case for them,
Not a breath of despair was released from my pale lips.

It may have been relief for not being alone,
Then perhaps the shadows in my house would have always been selfish.
Or it may have been that I truly have accepted the grave as my second home.
That I know not a thing of what I've become,
Because even the shadows in my house can't seem to know its own form.
Unlike any other day, I wasn't rigid today.
I was breezy and free; bent wherever I wished to be.
I've been wet, I've been greased;
I've been lathered, I've been seized.

I'm black, I'm brown; I'm also blonde: like a crown.
I'm styled, different in each, and sometimes far for another's reach.
I've my friends, young and old;
They can be straight, or have twisted desires to uphold.

Some of my friends leave my side; others go gray.
Our roots are cruel; it ignores our cries.
We may as well perish; if left dry.

I get cut in half or quarter; in a fortnight or two.
You'd assume I say put; I do not.
I fear no pairs of steel; I'm not alone.
I, am a forest of sable strings, zenith this body whole.
Cheyenne Aug 16
You were my angel.
I was fading into the background,
and you reached out your hand.
You carried me to the sun,
and showed me everything I thought I needed.

I was worried we would burn up,
from how bright it was around us.
But it was a useless fear,
because you let go.

You were supposed to save me.
You were supposed to be my everything.
I fell for so long,
yet so fast.

Now I've finally stopped falling,
and I'm bleeding out on the pavement.
You thought it was a love poem, but the pretend angel had horns and a spiked tail.
Rubyredheart Aug 15
How do you tell someone close
You don’t love them anymore?
How do you let them know
All the years that have gone before
Are too filled with hurtful words
Piercing you to your core
That several months of “trying”
could never even the score

How do you say after 20 plus years
What a weight their presence brings?
How do you trust them with your fears
when their presence a heaviness brings?

How do you break the bonds that bind
When they’ve broken the truest you?

Despair is the only fate I find…
To answer these questions, I haven’t a clue.
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