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Aaron Elswick Sep 23
Is it... Irony?
My life is language
and I have no words for you.

Erasing each little quip
before it reaches my lip
only echoes

A thousand lines for you.

The precedent muse,
and you won't see them
even if written
you won't see them
deleted.

I feel defeated

By myself and my hands
by my words
with which the short line spans

I feel deleted

Concieted

As if it's my defeat to posess.
As if the story is in reference to me.

But it was ours
and now it's not.

You won't see it.
The words won't rhyme,
because it's not our song anymore.

It's a memory
Fading into the background
Frequencies slowly dying out
against the scenery
as our ears get too old to hear them.

We'll remember differently every time
we think of it again.
Until it's different again.
Over and over,
until the echoes are a whole new chorus.

A different memory.
And the spark will be dead again.
In another new way.

I'll always be sorry.
Then I'll remember it
and type it, and delete it.

And we'll forget it, but we won't.
We'll hear the echoes
and won't have the words.

Deleted.
Renn Powell Sep 20
maybe it will never change

maybe we will still be flowers on the side of the road

still no place to call home

but still flowing in our veins is the wildness and adventure that

we’ve always known to be

we would be gleaming with vivd colors.

still trying to survive


the droughts
the rains
the storms
the heat
the wind
the bitter cold

when winter comes along, and someone doesn’t stop to pick you next and we will be left

to wilt

forgotten

something once so beautiful and fragile

now lifeless and limp.

r. Powell
Justin Sep 2
I'm fading away
I can't see the starlight
But I feel the chasm that's between
It looks like the division's here to stay
I'm waiting, but for how munch longer
I can't say

The silence is blaring
My ears are ringing
I don't expect to hear a thing
But I keep listening for a signal
Some sign of life
The silence cuts me like a knife
And I'm fading away

I dream of the stars
I dream of their beauty
Wishing I could see their light again
I miss how they shined when I looked up at them
I miss how they made me feel
Wondering if any of it was real

I'm fading away
The hope is almost burnt out
I see how much has been lost
It's almost spent
I'm waiting, but I know
this has to end.
Seanathon Sep 19
With the last ounce of daylight
   A quiet wish takes flight

Like the beating wings of dragon flies
   Faster than a heart can hold
   Clearer than a clouded sky
   With dusklit distant humming hues

Here is the wish intent on finding you
   Wherever you are in this storied eye

I cannot see you
   Though I wish
   (To find)
This started with the sentence... "There isn't enough daylight left." And continued with the question of "why?"
Ash Aug 20
And all the things that once made us alive
Eventually fades
Sad how everything must come to an end
All the memories and all the love we shared
What a waste, it’s all in vain
Nothing is forever all we have is now
And now is pointless, why do we even try?
But one thing is for sure
You cant have it all
Enjoy the happy ones, before the dark ones come along.
JosilinP Aug 20
Fingers soft like honey
words that sing a tune
my baby doesn't love me
and neither do you too.
I'm bleeding shades of red
and my wrists are all black and blue
oh honey what'd you do to me
i've become oh so blue
honey be safe
It's 3 am,
everything feels like it's falling apart.
Self belief is fading,
heart is aching, mind is raging,
colors are fading,
self esteem is deteriorating,
and I am here expressing.

Writing to reunite the broken pieces
into words and art
so it feels like i am not break and falling apart.
I don’t understand why
It hurts so bad inside.
Each word
He speaks
Is like a knife in my heart,
A stab in my back that makes me sting.

I don’t know why I ever let him inside.
Why I let him make me cry.
Why I let him into my safe zone
Let him into my sacred space;

I gave him the key to my gold
He scratched at it,
then spit it out at my face.

Not sure what hurts more than this,
Salty tears and puffy eyes
Trembling hands and despise.

To feel so ashamed for letting you see me,
Telling you my secrets like an open book
All i am is another story with no happy ending
I’ll never get naked for anyone again.

I wanted to feel safe and beautiful.
But now all i have is empty walls and endless thoughts.

He laughed and then he cried.
He regrets what he did
And now I have to pay the consequence.

Trying to go about my day, trying to forget the mess you made.
So I smile, I walk and talk like nothing ever happened,
But deep down the memories of watching you love someone else
Replays and replays through my head.

It’s sickening, can’t stop looping.
The sound is screeching, pounding.
it used to birds chirping,
Wanting to scream, nowhere to run.


But i keep quiet.
I’ve chosen to forgive, because I see you.

But forgetting is something, that I’m not capable to do.
So please forgive me, If I keep bringing up the past.
I promise you, The wound won’t always be this raw.
The scarcity of it won’t last.

Bare with me, baby. I ask.

People make mistakes and maybe all that was fate.
I tell myself everything happens for a reason; maybe the feeling will go away.

What a gruesome mess of salty tears forever strolling down my face.
I can never forget the pain.

Give and give
They will take and take..
Until you have nothing  left.
They will leave you with a jar, only full of your own tears and call it fate.

Making you feel like you’re the one who did this, you could’ve been better,
Prettier, brighter.
maybe smile a little bigger,
maybe be a little thinner.

I start to vanish

They will leave you stranded
In the realm of emptiness,
Expressionless.

When i speak up, He tells me it’s my pride.
So i swallow my words.
I die.
I die.
I die.

He lies.
He lies.
He lies.

I cry, I cry, and I cry.
So pathetic and so disgusted.
The humiliation, to see i was so easily decepted.
I wanted to  believe that he did love me.
He was too blind to see.
All that unfolding in front of me.

I picked at my skin,
Screamed, cried and plead for him to come back to me.

I begged for his love and that’s what disgusts me.

I should have kicked you and her out, but i was too deep in my own sorrows without a doubt.
Wishing and hoping you’d come back home, into our sacred space

I wanted to hold your face against my soul and i hated myself for being so vulnerable.

Why would I want someone who used me like a puppet on a string.

Lets not forget if I stand up for myself, I’m a *****.

Forever astounded at the egoism.
Mislead and now pleading

Wondering where you went wrong
Wondering what you did to deserve this mess.

Feeling abused and despaired.
Was I a fool to think you would be there?

I could never stoop down to how you mistreated and disrespected my heart.
Nothing about that is art.

I’ve forgiven but the heart cannot forget what has wounded so deeply.

   You did nothing wrong sweet sweet girl, all you did was give your love to the world.
You can’t control how others abuse your heart. Don’t let their foolishness take away your heart.

Don’t dare let those dark shadows capture your pure form.

Be true to yourself,
especially if you are falling apart

Cause the world desperately needs more devotion and less promotion.

But remember
The ones who give away their hearts to a wicked spirit  
Usually end up, with sunken souls in the dark.

Be careful of whom you give your love.

-kc
For anyone who gives the time to read my poem completely, thank you. I wrote this about two years ago. As you can see, I was completely infatuated with someone who treated me like dirt.. I finally got past this point, and I realized, I didn't love him.. I loved the idea of him love me. And once I realized this sad truth, he owned my heart no more. Thankyou for reading again. Just a bit of my heart and tears poured out onto paper.
Reimers Jul 13
An auction was held at the gallery
Many from afar had come
He who loved the painting so dearly
Puts on his best suit and brought a large sum

For he dreamed this day to come
Finally, he and the painting can be one
Alas a person came that made him numb
Who commanded power and
money, outbid everyone

Stood there lifeless
Could not comprehend what happened
Nowhere to go, feeling hopeless
His once favorite spot now darkened

Missing is the painting he so loved
That  was taken from him in an instant
For once he never felt loved
And that dream is now very distant

Left the gallery soaked with tears
His heart has died and lost it spark
All alone with a couple of beers
Drunk and left dancing in the dark
Something I experimented along with the other 2 volumes
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