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Faizel Farzee Aug 2019
The moon reflect your silhouette in the night sky
Why?
Are you haunting me, I feel I could cry
Heartbroken,
You left me to die
I plead, no beg of you,
please leave my mind
You still a part of me
In my soul you reside,
I can no longer cry
Someone please save me!
Why’d you leave me behind
God you should have taken me instead
In her place I would have died
Please help me!
This misplaced rage I can’t hide….


Loneliness is killing me
I can’t go on, it’s with you I should be
We for eternity, is a promise we share
Slit wrist,
Wait for me my love
I’ll be right there.
Losing someone is never easy
EzraZebra Aug 2019
This procession
of concessions to
impressions of
preconceptions

Abandoned to cruel games
of flickering shadows
bringing fear and shame
to the constricted mind
of a fading flame

Rooms full of mirrors
Fields of broken glass
Reflections of hopes and dreams
slowly gathering dust
To be torn down at last
30/04/2013
Haley Buckholt Aug 2019
No light shining through my home..
No space for me to roam.
I dream of the day..
I can fly away..
I stay flying around in my 32 inch tall cage..
Plucking my feathers, full of rage.
Unfulfilling an animal to it's nature
A form of torture..
Don't come near me I'll bite..
Company I do not invite.
Inside my confinement is no sight.
But my swing that has succumbed to old age.
But I'm just a bird..
Stuck in a cage.
fray narte Jul 2019
there's a reason for all the midnight cigarette breaks in the fire escape while hoping my mom won't smell the smoke. there's a reason for every uneven haircut; products of sleeplessness or stagnation or something i no longer understand. there's a reason for the paperbags of dysphoria and cheap bourbons lying untouched beneath my bed, and for the days when my bed felt like home and home meant emptiness and emptiness was preferable to my favorite song or to the scent of the beach. there's a reason for letting go of all the obvious lifelines and deliberately sinking into this disarray of black holes. but you breathe marigolds and sunlight dipped in bottled petrichors

and tonight, i no longer know how to translate my storms into a weather you can understand.
San-Pei Lee Jul 2019
Sometimes I wake up
To seconds that float in oblivion
Before it all floods back in waves

Dreams sewed into webs of thread
Sunshine caught in shards of glass
Seashells echoed on ears' shores

But in a sanctuary of stars
Lies the peaceful silence of unborn stars
Perdue Poems Jul 2019
I curse the mind's divine plan
as I lay in valley's low
gazing upon myself a god
and a perfect smile aglow

whilst I toil in my misery
my soul tied with stones
my statue's likeness stands above
revolted at his lesser clone

Look at how he humbly gloats
His skin golden perfection
A mind more clear than unstained glass
A body crafted in circumspection

but though I pull my nails
with a revised renewed edition
with every labored detail
capturing perfection

this tortuous image
calms my heart
stabbing it with hope
for a better start

and I hear whispers in my valley
selling nectars of complacency
spinning truths from fantasy
of how I too one day may be

but as my hands try to summit
the hill soars ever higher
and my mind it pities me below
Remaining on my pyre

and my blood steams
and irrational rashes grow
as I come to realize
I'll forever remain below
I sit alone on the flimsy discount foldable chair.
I let myself play with the candle although knowing the repercussions of playing with fire.
I wonder what to write about.
Love no longer haunts my conscious
I no longer have my muse
No one wants to here about a midnight **** binge
Or a short lived unfortunate affection.
I never knew to write simplistically so all of a sudden I’m *******.
Just cause I’m without my muse
elijah molina Jun 2019
i am jealous of the water. that ocean.
i am envious of its transparencies.
how you could surrender in the deep
when the sea held you in blues.
but i am a body of water on my spirit.
the incessant hunger which could
swallow hundred thousands of ships.
bury the relics like his jewellery.
hold the lays of proverbial mermaids.
sink into my love. this whirlpool.
i am jealous of the water. of that rain.
how it pilfers this summer from us
when it had begun falling for you too.
but as the rain pours to your body.
i only have my eyes to pour over you.
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