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Aimée Dec 2022
She lived in a haze
Of happy days
Till somehow she lost the sun

Lost in dark mist
Finally she tripped
Little pieces of her fell, one by one

Couldn't explain from the inside
To everyone else on the outside
That something was truly wrong

So she filled the holes
With the stories she told
And ended better than as she had begun
Maria Etre Nov 2021
I gained weight
my shoulde(r)s slouch(e)d
at the burden
I am carrying
that'(s) increasing
with my age
as time piles
my waist ex(p)ands
fertility is just an adjective
with(o)ut a part(n)er
sen(sib)ly carry(i)ng
(li)fe's weigh(t)
Zack Ripley Feb 2021
It's not about the bad times.
It's not about the good times.
It's about all the times.
The heartache and the pain.
The kisses in the rain.
There's so much for you to gain
If you don't worry
About your heart getting stained
scatterbrained Jan 2021
Burning in a sweeter version of hell
Your skin smolders, growing into a fire that I didn’t mean to start
But suddenly I’m a pyromaniac that’s coaxing the flame
I know I’m to blame
And I know what they say
But I want to get burned

With my moral compass leading south
And your jaw pressed to my mouth
This price seems so small to pay
i wonder if your price is the same as mine

you have everythang to gain by

playing the card of authenticity.
M Vogel Nov 2020

All these years
(and all those covered up, fears)
Ah, babe.. the things I would do
to keep myself separate..
to keep from being  pulled in--

to all things, nonlife;
from that which  my spirit
could not believe in..
to paths that felt to be
diametrically opposed
to a true north  
that I did not know,
but could only feel
Oh what have I done,
my beautiful--
I have judged, and lost
so much

in order to become  so un-able
             to  hold on  to so little

Just how much  of me
would be left,  
had I let you in; 


Or  no-thing--

sans the memory
of all that I have done
in order to obtain it.

I'll face myself
to cross out what I've become
erase myself,

and let go of what I've done
~ C Bennington

all the years, and years
and years of it
Mystic Ink Plus Oct 2020
The mind
Is fertile

Any age
One can learn
Genre: Minimalist
Theme: Enroll
All energy comes from the same well
every whim wrought
whims not
while sitting on a fiery throne
or cast out onto frosted stone
buy or sell
It's drawn from the same well
close your eyes
what color is it?
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