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Isaac afunadhula Jan 2021
Yesterday started with a
break down
but l'm to keep doing
my best everyday
l try to have this
confidencein me
but seconds that pass
my soul keeps hurting
for l'm lost and helpless
but believe to make through
back at home tried to make peace with my bloods
but couldn't escape the torture
will l still face trouble in the future
and battle for the survival fate the future holds.
JKirin Jan 2021
There is no escape...
A creature of evil—the dark!
You roam through the night well hidden—
ghostlike!
Your strike –
a deathly finesse! Crushed, smitten,
he falls down – your victim, your mark.
There is no escape!
about deathly creatures of the night
BrookandherBook Jan 2021
An escape is a desk
harry Potter, Shakespeare,
a quaint, cozy, spot
music in my ear
an escape is a pen
moving along a blue tier
running for your life is an escape
but the world is quiet here.
If this infinite cage
Means your undying love
Then give me the key.

Sure, I'm pretty on the eyes
But don't shade mine,
I need to see.

I've told you before
To let go,
to set me free

You say I don't understand.
But if I want to know
I've got to flee.

I don't want your love,
I want wings.
Don't clip them, let me be.

I'll be home by high tea.
Anyone can lie.
I'm not coming home.
I've seen mine, now accept your reality.
Olivia Catherine Jan 2021
He floats, adrift over wine-dark depths,
Veins of denial and luciferin,
Dressed in silk ribbons, deceptive in their innocence,
The discarded robe of a fallen monarch.

He glides, elusive, over nothing, solitary in his rule,
Unmoored and untouchable, even to a hand offering solace,
For fear that this same hand may tether him to an unsavory reality.
Lying to himself, the king of falsity and bioluminescence.
Evan Stephens Jan 2021
Some yellow has gone,
bleeding in the valley.

Night lisps forward,
soft as ether,

as blossoms of bay laurel.
The moon stains the east,

& errant glimmers
founder in the cloud ditches.

The trees gather ice,
pages of silence,

smeared with identity.
Let this winter end

with an escape -
let this blood gallop

from black lots filled
with daggers of self.

Move me to
the necklace of river -

away from this inheritance
that stirs the dark.
Eli Jan 2021
Break free

Why am I dead?

There goes some tears

Funeral to be had
inside my head.

Am I not me at all?

Give me the key

Open the door

Who's in here?

Tell me more.

Break ****.

Watch it burn.

Cry on ashes
in an urn.

I'm dead inside
and mourning
my soul.

Plug me up

and

Let me go.

Unzip my body.

and

split my brain.

I hate it here.

All existence

is pain.
This probably doesn't make sense.  I just know I was mad and crying when I wrote this. I sat down to write this feeling a mixture of sorrow, agony, and rage.  To be honest, this isn't even all of what I wrote.  I ended up getting ******* at the universe, aka me, for making me.  Then I scribbled in my journal and threw it across the room in a fit of rage.
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