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Lev Rosario Nov 2020
The only thing left to say is
That there is nothing
Left to say, Not today at least
Not to you
Not to the partying crowd
Not to the angry moon
Or the wine glasses
Or the laughing hearts

There is nothing even to do
But wait for the twist of
Morning
Expect that by that time
Perhaps we have found
Something to say

Not just that
There is nothing I could say
Or do
Not too you at least
Not in October

But it is futile for morning
Too long a time
And by that time
All that could be said
Is that
All this time nothing has been said
These are now the rules of our relationship
Shall we start talking now?

You know how I talk in these October nights
No different from February mornings
Where air is good
Or April days
Where the sun is naughty
All the words are perhaps
But they cancel each other out
So?
Shall we start talking now?

When there is in front of us
A sordid mirror
My suit which is a farce
Your dress which is another farce
Drink in hand
Cigarette in another
Untalking. No talking. Detalking
(This is the tragedy of our own unsaying)
Remove, do not revitalize
The closing doors say (our bones say)
The movements of the mouth

In short we are tired
That there is so much to be said
And that there is nothing to be said
It is time for sleeping you say
Lull-laby-the-night-a-way
(and even here you gave up halfway)
To let our bones do the talking
(Or untalking)
It is a pregnant pause
A miscarriage
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Toya Nov 2020
Days trapped in dreams
Winters trapped in drought
Let the fog be the guise that distinguishes the light
I need you now, light as a feather
Now and forever
For the sun is just weather
Slime-God Nov 2020
Ice-pick finds my ear;
**** this unfettered silence.
I long for music...
This one's not literal, my ears are fine, but snow doesn't sing as rain does
C F Tinney Nov 2020
The day flows on
even in the most basic ways
when we have the best of our days
there is still the pain

It radiates and rises from the pores
when we are uninjured
but who among us is ever truly
unhurt?

At my best I rise and fall
in various states of anger
angst
bitterness

I cannot recall the last peaceful day
a day without pain
be it the pain of the mind
or the ache of the body
the first because of the latter

Yet it doesn’t seem to matter
what is done
or undone
it remains and I remain
two enemies trapped together
my Pain and I
like two bitter foes who’ve been at struggle
so long
they couldn’t understand a day alone
without the other
poem speaks for itself
Filomena Nov 2020
Here we go again
Man, this **** really ***** ***
They say I need it
Psych ward poetry #9. (Second set)
annh Nov 2020

СНЕГІЅН
what you have;
the sticks and the stones,
the brittle bones and the names
you call yourself out of disappointment,
frustration and contempt. СНЕГІЅН it all; the
rituals and the struggles, the battles lost and won.
Eventually, those positions held so uncompromisingly
will be surrendered, by choice or by chance, to the
nothingness from whence
they came.
W
H
E
T
H
E
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you are at one or at odds with yourself, whether you like it or not, they are a part of what has made you who you are - informed your choices, shaped your present. Return them to the bedrock of the earth, the ether, or the ocean, if you will; but do so with grace, fond remembrance, and a care for that which lives on within you.

‘I have had to experience so much stupidity, so many vices, so much error, so much nausea, disillusionment and sorrow, just in order to become
a child again and begin anew.’
- Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha
I wish I could write
more than simple words
but deeper than convoluted *******

no matter what language
the words would fall into place
the right position in a sentence

before I realize
all of these perfect words already came out
either in the form of a poem
or in the form of a complaint
Michael Luciano Nov 2020
Destruction breeds creation a man he once told me.  
But I'm all deconstructed and this creation I can't see.
I've been seeking shelter, shelter From The Storm.
Because I can't take this battered braking feeling I'm so torn.
Well all I see is bridges and they're burning in my dreams.
While I'm searching for passage to a place I can be free.
So just deconstruct me tear apart my lonely mind.
Desolation and frustration is all in there you'll find.
I'll just batton down my hatches and rosin up my bow.
Cuz the way it's looking we're in for a hell of a storm.
It's getting Wicked with a quickness can't you hear that thunderous roar.
I can't see the road signs I don't know which way I'm going.
jdmaraccini Nov 2020
Gagged and bound inside my thoughts,
jagged shards of melancholy rage.
Frustration strangles pent-up chaos,
I plunge a dagger into my face.
Ripping fabric caught on thorns
I drag across my paper waist.
I turn the key inside my flesh
and puke out my creative angst.
JDMaraccini
2020
Jennifer DeLong Oct 2020
Why did it have to happen
What is it , I am supposed to learn from it ?
If my life wasn't perfect already
Well now it's gone to ****
Walking around with a mask on
What used to be me
My uniqueness
What's that ?
No hugs Stay away
No going out
No rock concerts
That was what keep me alive
That's what made it worth it ..
Not alone sheltered from living and laughing
Being with others
Going places
Enjoying being alive
Enjoying the beauty of nature
That's living
Talk about depression
I wonder why keep living
Alone and Depressed
I wonder why ?
What's this life lesson
What did. I do in a past life
to deserve this ..
Hmmm ...
© Jennifer L DeLong 10/24/2020
Just my feelings right now ..
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