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Tehreem Jul 2016
Since when you become
A voice inside my head
Half of me that's still missing
My misplaced puzzle piece
Fuel of desperation and need
A last ray of dying hope
Missing the magnificent.
gravygod Jul 2016
the feeling you get when you finally find a parking space but forget change for the meter.
the frustration.
the desperation.
the feeling you get when someone brings up a name you were trying so hard to forget.
the nostalgia.
the familiar lonely ache.
the feeling of being stuck in bed with the flu.
the hopelessness.
the craving of sweet relief.
the feeling of missing someone and wishing for them to surprise you at home.
the longing.
the worthlessness.
they will never show up.
at least not at the right time.

the feeling of change.
leaving and going.
departure and arrival.
the distinct difference between the two.
you are merely at the line of division.

the feeling of getting closure.
the final thoughts.
the misconstrued thoughts.
the war in your head.
the way the emotions don't add up.
they don't subtract either.
only multiply.

the feeling of being stuck in purgatory.
yet here you are.
somehow still tangible for people to touch.
to throw away.
to destruct.
the feeling of loving.
the feeling of losing.
the misconceptions of both.
the basic rules they break.
how everything is unjust,
all you see are excuses.
how someone can string you along,
only needing you for comfort.
how it can be unknown.

the feeling of not being able to let it go,
or even to let it be.
being lonesome around others.
how pathetic you feel.
the way people glare at you.
how they don't actually see you.
you feel ghostly,
and ended up being so.

decisions you are not allowed to make,
according to your own self.
how no matter how much you unleash with tears,
there's still more.
A Mink Jul 2016
Clouds of Ash
                      soot
                          cinders
­smoother our lungs, and choke our souls

My blaze, once contained
                                          loving
      ­                                           warm
Erupted into something wild,
Something burning completely out of control.

Ive seared every inch of you to blisters
                                                        ­         to bleeding
                                                        ­                      to exhaustion.

I took, unwaveringly so, to feed my flames,
to feed their insatiable destruction.

My love and passion, once demonstrated, turned
                                                     to madness
                                         to deafening
                                  to draining

Fire took ever inch of us.
I watch now helplessly as the Ash disintegrates
                 taking to the wind
                 dissolving in the air

The Earth, our foundation now lies scorched
                                                        ­              seared
                                            ­                                   and baren.

                          I desperately pray for rain, or a mighty Phoenix
                                     ANYTHING to regenerate the beauty
                                                          ­ the growth.
                                     I desperately pray, for a second chance
                                                          ­    from you.
Rakha Jul 2016
The carvings on their arm were the output of
betrayal. Yours of unhealthy obsession. Others came along;
one comes from loneliness, the other from loss, and you
no longer feel estranged.

In fact, you are welcomed
in the society of deranged and uncouth.

The razor blade in your suit pocket
doesn't seem too dangerous compared to their
bleach, venom, and firearm.

You felt your existence became the very dawn of you;
the immoral depiction of Faustian love,
the very one
This was an excerpt from a novel I'm working on. I realized that this paragraph makes no sense at all to the whole story so might as well post this as something else.
Maddy Van Buren Jul 2016
I think about you over and over
until my heart grows numb
and my hands get old
maybe we will feel something
the same one day or another
as it turns dark out
I lose your small frame
as the sky blackens around us
I should have more things to say
but I don't
I just don't
and I never do
Pauline Morris Jul 2016
My head is growing thicker
My heart is growing sicker
My body is becoming frail
My voice is only a wail
My eyes no longer work
My attitude is that of a ****

There is no saving
Thoughts that are raving
Just turn and run
Here you'll find no fun
Place wide the danger cones
This is the explosion zone
When it's all over
Feed my pieces to Rover
touka Jun 2016
he took a draw of his cigarette,
he breathed it in
some pure catharsis
the smoke pulled,
he coughed
some cheap tobacco
he was as stale as the cigarettes he choked down
he reeks. of some corner. some alleyway. some one-night stand. some one-night stand IN an alleyway. you can't pinpoint the smells exactly, or how they correlate to one another, but you know you could smell his desperation over the smoke even if he blew it into your face.
Anita Daniel Jun 2016
I must have lost it

My words no longer flow
I find it hard  to describe how I really feel
Writing helped then I stopped
I found out of this new invention called thinking
All I do is think of how I feel instead of jotting in down with ink in my poetry book
I must have lost it
I wanna find the inner writer of whom I have neglected
Take me back
Eiler Jun 2016
Far at sea, deep in night;
no sights about, no morning light.
My bed the ocean, vast, uncalm -
my mind the vessel, tumbling around.

In dark surroundings all alone;
air is dense, dense as stone.
Rocking thoughts, waves arise -
It's happened before, so no surprise.

No sleep tonight, rest assured;
another night to be endured.
Spray off the bow, my pillow wet,
losing direction, eroded by sweat.

Heat and sheets, tangle and growl,
pulling my limbs, more rapidly now.
Desperate for haven, crying out loud:
Where art she, my harbor, to whom I vowed?

Exhausted now, no more to be fathomed,
mind is slipping - soon abandoned.
Slowly sinking, into the deep.
Finally drifting, off in to sleep.
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