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Kyle Duran Feb 2020
They kept up their banter

Pouring words on my screen

Losing yourself
in the living room
lost its cool months ago

I decided
to join them

Bundled up
to
walk

The lights grow brighter
when you're walking alone

Made it there,
late

Something started,
hot tea possibly candles?

They talked, but I felt more isolated
with them than in my living room

I would leave their alienating conversations
and walk around their house

You notice things when living alone

Like a woman's touch on their decor,
something I cannot represent

Leaving them, I left more hollow than
when I arrived

Walking in the wrong
direction home

The lights always seem to get brighter

In the dark spots
I looked up and saw them
in the sky

My long lost
brothers and sisters

All shining at me

With them I am not drifting
or empty
Depression and friend's failed attempt to help.
Robby Jan 2020
My indecision is deciding for me
I remain
Stuck in this place of purgatory
I remain
All dark with no light and sleep without rest
I remain
Both horns and halos but no devil or angel
I remain
Sailing from star to sea in celestial form adrift
I remain
Samantha Renee Jan 2020
i do not really understand
who you have become
why you have changed.
what used to seem so real, so clear
is gone.
talking to you is like
speaking through a
foggy
thick
translucent window
where the full picture is distorted
and i never know if you are fully understanding.
i don't want to lose what we have
but i don't know if you truly care
M Solav Dec 2019
How do you
Come to know
That you’ve been drifting away
From yourself?

You listen
To the echoes
Of your voice growing scarcer
By the year,

And perhaps
You have lost
The will to make that very call
Or answer.

The mountain
Is far now
There's no other way to return
But to search

But how do
You conclude
That you’ve been on a descent
Down to earth?

You look back
And wonder
“Did that mountain of your deeds
Weigh its worth?”
Written in August 2019.


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Taylor S Dec 2019
So confusing, constantly shifting
Scattered across my life
Pieces to the puzzle, constantly drifting
Started from the middle, can't find the edges
Life's little things always in chaos
Big picture got me gazing over ledges
Thinking death ain't so scary
Not suicidal
Just a little confused, thoughts always contrary


Tell me I'm worthless
Don't deserve no one
Tell me I'm perfect
Ain't deserved by no one
Voices in my head
Their never done
Always one last thing to be said
I don't get any peace
And I don't get no love

My head in her lap
Fingers through my hair
So close to a relapse
Had she not been there
But she don't remember a thing
To much wine and revelry
And I can't say a thing
For fear of her leaving
For fear, fear of her staying

What do I do
If she says no
What do I do
If she says yes
How can I live my life
At the end of this rope
Pull the knot, Kick the chair
But I ain' wanna go there
To much commitment
Look I'm scared
Had to many people in my life walk away
To many times where I forgot what to say
To many ******* times
Couldn't read their minds
nance Nov 2019
i think every night
tomorrow i'll be real
and stop acting like a fool.
i'll be my serious self,
leave the sugar at the door.

yet with the sun comes
the amnesia
"who am i?"
those three precious seconds,
then
"oh no"
i remember.

i dread the day.
the brushing of teeth
drinking of water
checking of phone
eating of pasta i will never finish
Rafael Melendez Nov 2019
Funny how people you know, may come and go.
Whether it be from a poor choice of words, or the weight of the world.
"Friends"
Colm Oct 2019
Cold trails
Dark sparks
Wood chips drowning beneath waving path
No time
No chance
No opportunity left to embark

I've missed the stars
The skyward boat
It's filling mast has sailed away
And I am left standing
Beneath the reality
Of day

My reality
This day
As you sail away...

This one's about some kind words I once received. A mere word of thanks for me quietly giving up my seat. It was nothing special. But the memory of which has become quite precious to me. Very pretty.
renae Oct 2019
There is always a time,
Where my heart begins to clear,
And,
My weary lungs,
Cry in relief.

My head still may ache,
For it has been dragged so raw,
But,
My lips may finally rise,
For my cheeks to peacefully rest upon.

At last my soul may relax,
Panic slowly drifting,
Off my shaky silhouette.
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