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CK Orzen 21m
I feel it in my bones
When im all alone
It gives my grief a home
Unexpected and unknown

The sadness keeps you with me
Heart breaking to the third degree
I thought our end would mean we're free
But your memory grows like a tree

All through my mind
I was evil, when you were kind
Puts my feelings in quite the bind
Guilt is all I seem to find

When you lose someone you used to defend,
New regrets surface you can't comprehend.
Now put on a smile and try to pretend,
But don’t forget—you created the end.

Five years ago
My true colors showed
My reply to you was no
I told you you needed to go
You said we can still be friends right
I said its not fair to fill your thoughts at night
Your future deserves clear eye sight
It was just like you to let me win that fight

You asked for a hug goodbye
Under a star filled dark night sky
When I said I never loved you , I lied
I never expected so soon you'd die

As I write this i am married
As for you, you'll soon be buried
Your casket wont be the only thing carried
As my tortured thoughts are no longer parried

So long to a former beau
You've opened wounds That have no way to sew
I always thought my feelings for you were faux
I didnt realize youd bring me to an all time low

Your karma will do its work
As your memory it will lurke
Because when you dropped dead at work
We both know it was me that was the merk

C.K. Orzen
the egg that suddenly cracks,
are the hands that shake
or the ceiling that will flake
and the bone in the break,
train lost off the tracks
relapse of the flash-backs,
soft flesh of t-bone steak,

the summer heat of ice-cream softening,
melts as quickly, internal suffering,
a gush of blood to the side of the neck,
down on his knees with hands gushing red.

you could fry an egg upon his head,
hot is the conscious of his dread,
easy are all the words that were read,
bible says, a sociopath to bleed
If you can't see pain of victims.

I dance to the method death decides,
I don't like my flesh cooked overly dried,
I love it ****** of heart and emotions tally
angel sings, dispersing sorrow and unholy
the trouble shall breed and the fire flames,
unbelievable are the lies of the guilty,
there is a truth to every crime to blame,
wild is the wind and ferocious are the seas
tantalizing is a breeze from undying trees......
If seasons can change then so can we.
Mariah 2d
How easy it was,
anywhere was home to me.

But, it had to be.
I've been thinking about what makes a home lately.
guilt of a shared secret.
The sickeningly sweet taste,
of fruit
too overripe
like
passion
drunk on stale wine

Parches your throat
and its tartness stranger to the tongue,

which- please
may never let
those dear
secrets see light
Skyla GM Jun 29
Filling my buckets of red—
I promise you,
I don’t have enough yet.

I don’t have enough anger
to paint the hands
of every man
who ever dared
to be a traitor.
Soul Jun 28
Wearing a
white gown,
decorated with
Lotuses,
you dance
in the midst of
the distant meadows
like a new-born
petal.
But, in the depths,
where bones uncover,
etched to my black heart,
a red handprint,
you left.—
Will you
ever leave me
in peace?
Be honest. Don't fall into traps. Cause if you do, it is hard to erase the scars...
My worries are weak
Yet pipe dreams for some
I sob over leaks
they sob in wet slums

My roof is above
I’m full when I feed
They don’t eat enough
I’m stuffed as they bleed

Their bullets bone break
They beg for their meals
Their hunger won’t sate
Their fates, soon sealed

Still, I dare complain
While warm, homed, and safe
While they wash blood stains
With drains that drip late

Our savour and scents
And lavish plate stacks  
Their sorrow and cents
Soon spent on scraps

My fears are content
I sleep still each night
I’m scared to present
They’re scared for their life  

But them I can’t free
For them I can’t fight
So I’ll sit with my peace
And keep shutting my eyes
I feel so guilty knowing how lucky I am. People are suffering so much right now while I’m living so comfortably.
Maria Jun 25
I woke up early today.
I woke up close to the sun.
There's an abyss of thoughts in my head,
Those that can't be there. None.

I try not to think. I try to sleep back.
But it's no use! They press for no why.
They press in my temples! They press pack my chest!
Thoughts of those, who scarifies.

I don't know where to run me whole?
Where can I find my peace?
It's my hopelessness... It's my end...
I guess they are my guilt and penance.
Thank you for reading this poem! 🙏
Mariah Jun 20
Guilt, guilt, guilt
As far as I can see

Weight, weight, wait!
Its crashing down on me

Shame upon my name
Rehabilitate with blame

Change, change, strange
Things still stay the same
I don't know if this makes sense but I feel it anyway.
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