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mark soltero Jun 14
trust is something sharp to hold
for someone important
in a perfect world we'd never bleed over one another
chrome blades dig into each person
who lost grip with their loved one
in a perfect world trust would be dull
significance is in the blade
filled inside of the atoms
are the affections, promises and lust we carry
a perfect world is plastic
empty atoms
hollow and dead on the inside contain nothing
I rather take the blade than poison myself
LC Apr 8
before I step out into public,
I lock my opinions in a safe
that resides deep within
the ridges of my brain.
I wear a sweet smile
to mask the dull pain
radiating throughout my body.

but when I enter my safe space,
I strip myself of that smile,
and look my pain in the eye.
I dig into the ridges of my brain
to grab and unlock the safe.
I welcome my vulnerability
in all its undisguised nakedness.
#escapril day 7!
bubblyflower Apr 3
Why can't I express myself into words?
This heaviness, stuck to my arms and mouth,
It makes feel like a butterfly stuck in a web.
I want to talk and write more and more,
My word is getting duller and duller
I want to confess to you
I want to speak to my friends
I want to be happy.
Jim Feb 5
Drugs never felt so good
as when they're covering pain
They're the umbrella put up
to keep out the rain

Sometimes it's nice, but right now
I don't want to get wet
So, pass the bottle, spark a joint,
and roll another cigarette
Mellow sunrised.
The dew of the afternoon high light.
Paradise sunset.
Tuscany, Marigold, Chartreuse, Caramel.
Amber, Copper, Olive, Saffron.
Honeycomb mystery of rejection... or doubt.
Freedom sparks; feet and hip dilate and constrict; lips close to feel the colors and open again, blinking to suffocate the oasis into the dull reality of smog and soot, of cemetery.
The psychedelic picturesque star stares back, dusk-like fireworks of heaven gained and lost.
One second that sealed his fate.
Death will be hazel eyes.
This is an extra poem I wrote after finishing my anthology, trying to explore a new style of poetry of almost pure imagery and sensory information.
Alina Dec 2020
I think you never really move on from 'that' person. The pain just becomes more dull where it once was so sharp, sending daggers in to your oh so tender heart.

A.C.
JKirin Dec 2020
You are real.

My reflection is foreign, it’s haunted –

You are out there (I see you, I want you).

Lover’s caress spills traces of colour,

Making pain in my heart even duller.

Wishing idly (to touch you, to feel you),

I’m stuck here—this moment, my torment.

Help me heal.
Alicia Moore Nov 2020
I step out into the streets,
Ready to mimic the actions of those I’ve learnt from.

I do not understand the gleeful tones and beats
So I adapt another one’s joyful flow.

But I wonder how far this fake peace
Stretches across the land of our one and all.

Am I mimicking the mask of another mime?
I worry for the number who are stuck in a rhyme...
If the words are caught in your throat, reach out to audience instead of the fellow masks surrounding the curtains.
Sophia Nov 2020
spending my days
in between the sheets
peeking out at the sky as it speaks
one deep sigh
i watch as it shifts
from night time
to day time
flicking through the shades of blue
mixing together, painting a solemn hue
i hardly notice that time has gone by
until the new day arrives
sitting all alone
wasting all my time
Alistair Oct 2020
𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓,
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈,
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍.
𝒀𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍.

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒔,
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔,
𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒕.
𝑰𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆.

𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔,
𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚,
𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓,
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒙𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍.

𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅,
𝑨𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓.
𝑺𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚, 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒍,
𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅.
Hello everyone! this is my first poetry that I made last year when I was in junior high. I hope you like it!
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