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Eric Jan 2019
Alone with a dark breeze.
Comes the truthful freeze.
Sounds of molecules.
Rubbing against each other.
With every vanishing step.
It's coming down hard now.
I can feel the weight all around.
As I look up ,
Passing through the snowflakes.
As if I was falling.
And still have yet to be found.
Really,
Where am I ?
I've lived here a long time,
Yet I'm lost, and I want to cry.
But why?
Because I've been crushed by
The sky.
The weight of my world.
Quickly unfurled
Now I'm just buying time.
  But I'm broke and that's it ,
And I have no ambition left,
In my pocket.
I'd turn them inside out.
Still get lint.
Can you imagine the extent,
I have to go just to forget .
The life I had ,
Before I learned to sit.
To think about it.
I try so hard to erase those memories.
But that's just like getting rid of
Me.
I'm already gone, a empty shell.
Not traveling for long.
It's my life in a nutshell.
And the ending to this song.
s Willow Jan 2019
A knife in her back
she falls
against the walls.
Blue eyes
a wond healing face.
With a
click
and a
lock
Her
puzzle pieces
fall into place.
On that day
She turned
Her back
On
Society.
Eric Jan 2019
A room with a quiet light .
A space lit but very dim.
It's dust I see .
Apon the drapes , upon the tables.
It's past full of sin.
A step in , and the floors creak.
As window blows out , cold air seeps in.
Just waiting for that thunderstorm to begin.
Quiet was the feeling , so afraid to look up .
The ceiling on fire , filling one cup.
Hot and steaming across the room .
Stood a cup of tea half gone.
And that song ...
What song ...
Quiet wind it's gone .
Now music plays and there's a battle won .
A celebration of happiness beyond.
Sudden lights go out , dark prevails.
And screaming puts a knife to your throat.
Can't say no more, the quiet wind becomes a wail.
It's cold now and I need my coat .
To walk the world away from that room .
I have failed to see what I made my tomb.
Colette Williams Jan 2019
I reach out to nothing,
Expecting something,
Something deep and beautiful,
Complex, hard to follow.

I reach out to nothing,
With a broken hand, weakened heart, and shattered soul,
Picking up the pieces as I go.

I reach out to nothing,
While it never reaches back.
Yet I keep on reaching.
I am hopeless like that.
Eleanor Sinclair Jan 2019
There are days I could leave this behind
Pack up and go with clear conscience and mind
Yet as time ticks away I still stay
Elizabeth Jan 2019
And I hated myself for missing you. I hated the way the bottle of pills whispered your name reminding me of the time we climbed steep mountains and dove deep in Great Lakes. The pills stroked your gentle brown hair as the tears flooded my face with an overbearing sense of doubt but also forgiveness. How could I miss you? But the pills told me the answer to that one too, they reminded me of your deep blue eyes that looked as though not a single rock lay beneath the ocean- so pure. The pills sang the songs we sang just a little off key and laughed at the jokes only we knew. They told me of the memories I would never forget when I stepped into the woods where our names were carved in that tree. They never let me forget all the time we spent together or the places we once knew...
I miss him
ClawedBeauty101 Jan 2019
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OR THE HOPEFUL
...
Having a hard time finding that right now...
Pathetic right?
shila n Jan 2019
enchanted
just like mantras

these words
swam into my mind
slithered through like a basilisk
what a spellbound

did I listen?
did I hear?
did I absorb?

gotta heart
this art of losing hope
giving up

getting on
stronger or
weaker
than yesterday

tread my walk
I abandoned this thought
not looking back

for all I know
I'll never be done for
maybe
I don't know how to explain this poem. One day I decide to give up everything in life, and on the next day, I'm totally fine, like nothing had ever happened.
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