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Tony Tweedy Sep 2019
Not by rope from a branch nor by knife upon flesh have my pains been given to yield.

But by words on a page do I yet seek to make my wounds to become healed.

Thoughts like demons cast out to be left behind to help me better see the road still ahead.

Perhaps to see smiles and love once more, but if not, a world where I crave less to be dead.
I don't think I have it entirely right but the doctors do recommend daily exorcising.... :)
Deep Thought Sep 2019
Fact is, you can only relive memories through photos.

Do you know why that is?
It’s because time machines don’t exist.
Photographs will have to suffice.

Every photo, every expression…

You can’t recreate or alter them.
All you can do is remember.

Sadness from a past relationship, heartache from a family member that passed away. Joy from the time you moved across the country, or from that vacation you took and the people you met.

Even so, I wish there was a time machine.
Not to alter the past, only to relive the memories once again.

‘Till then, I’ll display them in a cathedral in my mind.
Can you relate?
Tony Tweedy Sep 2019
I write not for my arts sake...
I write for my hearts ache...

I write not to remind myself...
I write to re-mind myself...
I perform my own exorcisms through my keyboard
Aurora RW Sep 2019
Feeling a presence with intensity
A connection so powerful
No distance could shatter.
Seeing one for a mere moment
A glimpse right in front of you.
A second, then gone
Closed off from their world
A connection that never dies
Distances apart
That glimpse in a moment
Seeing their eyes
The hope,
The love,
The want,
The need,
What a silly thing
To love someone so deep.
---AuroraRW
Empire Sep 2019
I’m done
I’m tired
I’m through with this
All this false stability
Repression
I’m ready
The dam’s gonna break
The flood is imminent
I can’t stay wound this tight
I’m just waiting for something
Push me over the edge
Free my imprisoned mind
Release me from the chains
Just give me a night or two
Of havoc
Chaos
Torment
Just unhinge me
Could be risky...
Carlos Iglesias Sep 2019
Jack and jerry noticed a dam
This **** dam was huge and leaking
What came out was liquefied gold, most desirable
Both reveled in it and wanted more
BAM BOOM DING
More of this lovely treasure leaked out
Giddy realization kicked in rather quick and both had this dream now
Set hours, shifts and turns were done
Both got blinded by their desire
Working overtime on this feat
The dam leaked and the rest is history.
alcohol is good in tiny amounts. Feels good to let yourself be free, only in massive amounts you regret.
Mystic Ink Plus Aug 2019
If he/she could
Write something
Beautiful

Remember
That is you
Transformed into the ink

No wonder
Words then breathe
That's all
Genre: Autobiography
Theme: Stimuli
Author's Note: Mostly the writers are the receptors of the stimuli sensing the vibes. They see the goodness more than the average, they feel the pain more than the average, they appreciate the beauty crafting their rhyme. They can't resist their soul. They are passionate straight liners focused on reciprocating the frequency using the pen.
Peasant The Poet Aug 2019
Vowels vermillion,
bleeding ink,
dripping dialogue,
lingering link.
Looking inward,
tearful blink;
pour on paper,
soak and shrink.
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