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i hold a shaky palmful of death
noting that it is surprisingly light

i swallow reflexively
feeling shocks through my hand

i could just do it
i could just do it right now and it would all be over

why don't i do it

my body, fighting to survive
my brain, begging to die
and i am no man's land
Left To Rot Jun 2021
I'm being slowly pulled away,
half unconscious, astray.
My morals converted to lust,
certainly lost in those lips,
on those hips, on those thrusts.
Drop by drop I fade,
reducted to dust,
your eyes on mine,
those sighs,
never out of my mind,
a ***** heavenly sight.
Moe Jan 2021
A faint tiny tear
Can feel like a replacement arm
Leg or eye
Skye Jan 2021
In the beginning, there was a box,
Filled with tiny wax figurines.
In it, there were me and you,
Eclectic velleities, forgotten dreams,
Sparks that lit the world alight.
Now your heart was content, but mine
Wanted more.
Flying becomes soaring,
Asking to imploring-
Reaching to seizing,
Sparkling to burning
Until all the stars in the night sky
Are gone
Until all the fire burns away our
Perfect world
I hold onto you tighter than I’ve ever had before,
You’re the only thing
That I needed
Since the beginning.

Then your flame began quivering,
Perspiration dripping down
Your half-melting face, and I
Realise too late what I had done
And then suddenly
Without warning, without goodbye
You’re drowning within yourself,
And on impulse,
I fist my hand and crush your flame,
And it dies. You die.

I'm left kneeling
by a pool of you
by a pile of ashes,
and dancing smoke
back to where we started,
back to where we ended.
don't burn out
illume forever
◊ ◊ ◊
© Cori
John McCafferty Sep 2020
Our systems show myopic woes
Foresight floats instilled in days
Who gains the most from short term aims
So easy to consume at pace
Routine breaks what hunger takes
Dilated weight from piled plates
To run on empty drives our kind
Spurred on by impulse
Mind caked in space

Clear your clutter on our way
Can shortcuts passed inhibit growth
Will we endure effective change
Sustain slower long term flows
To enter a fairer age
Filled with wisdom of younger days
Which ambitions reign supreme
When the state of fullness is temporary
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Dante Rocío Jun 2020
In seclusion and focus
long enough to settle in,
every word or phrase
becomes an understatement
with a greater pause
and reflection to it,
whether we sense it
or not
Of hanging unfinished or dubious words
Dante Rocío Jun 2020
You shall know thereby
a word or message’s
been right
if your Bowel Heart
trembles at it
whilst Mind can’t wrap its head
around it
(pun intended,
as they say)
Hit the top notch
Dante Rocío Jun 2020
Words like
somehow as beautiful sound
like oil pastels
on beige
Quick call of Pastel Heart
Mark Toney Dec 2019
Walk by
Wok buy
6/27/2018 - Poetry form: Footle - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
eva-mae coffey Nov 2019
I cut all my hair off yesterday.
8 inches of golden rays gone.
The blunt ends now sit upon my collarbones.
it’s softer.
I like it.
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