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george Dec 2020
blessings and curses
warlocks and muses
some of the fleeting melodies this world uses
diminishing moments
crescendoing hours
the allegro of my heartbeat, facing these encounters
the event that struck a chord
intrepid, might i add
the milquetoast that's the real you
and the ego you wish you had
JKirin Dec 2020
It is heavy—
the burden you carry.
Suffocating—
inside, you’re aching.
Will decreases—
you’re ready to shatter to pieces.

Yet, there’s fire.
Your eyes blaze with anger, desire.
Feel it burning—
all its power, deep, twisting and turning.
Let it out, then—
and escape from the weight of the burden.
about escaping one's darkest thoughts
Acina Joy Dec 2020
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If I could break out of my enclosure
Is there a moment of reprieve
From the horrors you've shielded
Me from?
Or will the skies crumble,
And the oceans drain down
To the very basin,
And will the earth break under me,
Until it knows my name?
Will your world be destroyed
When I break this enclosure?
And if so, will it still be as beautiful,
As you said?

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Early morning poetry and god forbid, another person to cry over
Caage Gaber Dec 2020
Tears wash down a face.
A heart drowned infinitely.
The barrel in place.
It's right there in front of you. An escape. Do you really want to take it?
How do you expect me to
hold on to you
when I keep running from myself,
every chance I get?
M Vogel Dec 2020

Your *******, when love-based
within their beautiful forming,
and then  glorious unfolding
are Love and Light's  extracorporeal
pulsings;
focusing   l o v e t on e d
sonic shockwaves directly at the  machine's
extremely intricate innerworkings..


Having,  through years of horror-based
survival tactics; in desperation.. slowly learned;
now ingrained-- softening up the very
innerwall-linings of your very spirit
in such a way as to unknowingly
provide footing
for the machine's  deep embedment,
and then,  permeation  of all things
previously, you..
having now enwrapped itself into
your very sinews

holding your precious spirit   captive
from the the soar

These passionate, late night forays
outside the wire with you
are not exploitative, but instead
are love-driven  deeply focused,
fully intentioned pingings of Light's
Relational sound waves
aimed directly at the beautiful you
held so tightly, so covetously by the machine
as your wonderfully  nectar-filled body
responds late at night, aligning
to the me, you have come to know..
heightening your beautiful response
to the point of screaming,  passionate release--

your own, fully love based..

      extracorporeal..

unwelcoming,   of the machine.

an ode  to the healing light of relationship
Strying Dec 2020
You tell me I'm not good enough
I say a snarky comment,
walk away.

Never saying how I truly feel,
breaking down,
another day.

Knowing I will never be okay,
Hurts a bit,
I gotta say.

But I can't do anything to change,
because when my lips open,
it seems that nothing escapes.
.
B Dec 2020
come to my room and we can play
video games
video games
video games
lay your head on my lap
it’s okay
it’s okay
it’s okay
i don’t really want to feel alive today
but come to my room and let’s
run away
run away
run away
get me out of this place
there’s more love
in space
in space
in space
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