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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 rings?

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.
girlinflames Aug 30
It feels so strange—
as if I’m out at sea.

No land in sight,
only blue waves
rolling back and forth.

Sometimes
they bring me calm.
Other times
they bring despair.
Jeremy Betts Aug 10
I am the jagged reflection of a broken mirror
A fractured representation of hopelessness and fear
Nothing in front of me,
Only unbridled despair catching up from the rear
And I don't have another gear
So casually it's told to me
That it's so easy
But easy isn't described so easily
Comfort torn apart with a frenzy,
Pulled out from under me
Left with nothing
Just an emptiness that feeds the suffering
To move on I need,
~"I AM IN NEED"~
Of some kind of buffering
But no one is listening
So I have to ask,
"Do I want to move on...?"
What an impossible question
I must have missed some crucial lesson
Can not find the life or death connection
But life's not kind,
There is no rewind
In a human mind
That's something you can't find
Thankfully I do not sit alone, it's me and depression
A dysfunctional concoction
But it seems to be my only connection
To my reflection

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Andre F Aug 9
I fold my shadow,
pack it purposely
for transition through  
districts that nightly invariably
abort me on
salty frigid sand mornings
that never smelled night
and night that
never ends.
What happens when we become unconscious.
Joan Isaac Aug 8
It's as if whenever I told myself
While in fear and in pain how this has to be the worse it could ever be,
i must have cursed those words aloud.

Because the trembling pain i felt before feels more like a stratch compared to now.

Everything that gave me peace and promise is now a devastating lie
that could not be farther from the truth.

And anything that gave me ease and comfort is now completely demolished.

I dream of not waking up in the morning to relive each day with a different plot line when I know I have to face a reality once more that I can hardly bear.
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