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so okay poems Oct 2018
she always
felt less and
less.

her hair
her makeup
her smile
made her shallow.
Jose Figueroa Oct 2018
I'm not what you think i am
This distance between us
Will always remain

A joyful confession
I can barely listen
Getting so used to disappointment
Expectations, they are letting me down

Who were you before you spoke?
Goodbyes is all you've talked about
All these doors that you close
All these thoughts that you choke

Decisions can be misinterpreted
When we both look the other way
Our kiss may of existed
But i never mean what I say

Yes it hurts, but, not for me
Heart is more than i can offer
It's confusing to see
And do not wait any longer
someguy Oct 2018
Heavy drops of rain fall on my face
Refreshing my body and my inner self
And though I thought I could hardly feel this world,
The rain has made me feel alive again
someguy Oct 2018
Oh cruel me, how could you have forgotten,
What have you used to be once you were still not rotten,
When colors were full, the sun has shown out of the blue,
When everywhere were dragons,… all of them against you

Oh cheaty me, how could you have forsaken,
What have you used to be once you were not meant to be breaking,
When wind has whispered ancient spells into your ears,
When all mud covered, you were still the greatest of the heroes
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018
Ink
What better way to pour out
the pain of a poet that
to write the stories
with a *** of
blood?
It's so good to be back here.
So therapeutic!
Lyn ***
A Simillacrum Oct 2018
Is there any wonder
why you're niche?
You speak of specifics,
in a world dumbfounded
by careful detail.
What the hell's the point of this?
Its creator better explain it to me,
if they want my sweet green sheets
of superfluous pillow stuffing.
Is there any wonder
why you're niche?
You speak of specifics,
and America speaks with money,
"Give me Very Easy, as
at the end of the day
I just want to wind down
my thoughts, and turn off my brain."
You're alone,
because you go,
"Hit me with that good ****!
I wanna think and speak
tongues with a loved one,
til we both change into eggs."

This is my song:
Where are my loves?
I thought misery
loved company.
Roland Oct 2018
‘Twas during inner turmoil that a certain yearning arose
Whispers of breakage reaching deeper as time goes
From the disillusionment of reality it was forged
Of seething rage the desires hunger gorged
In following certain conformities felt like being a prisoner
The will to resist the motions of many being aimed to muster
To not be like a tree that has to be cut or uprooted just to move
To be driven by reasons that to only ones viewpoint can behoove

Looking at another view of the coming uncertainty
As a pathway to many possibilities with regards to unpredictability
That stopping a tragedy is sometimes not the thing to do
Lest one forgets that the phoenix must burn down to rise anew
Or that Ragnarok is followed by a great rebirth
Who can know what revelations a raging flood might unearth?
Being lost might as well be the way to find an elusive longing
The remedy to the Anhedonia closely and ominously looming

When being chained to the rhythm just compares to an inner futile feeling
Knowing that a greater horizon is missed by the act of settling
A bet on the odds that epiphany might be found in whatever form
To behold serendipity actually being brought by the coming inner storm
In using the great idleness to plan the restoring of a balance
And to see clearly without the feeling of rushing pressure and turbulence
The path and pace may change to the deeper quest not yet ceased
In bringing forth the long sought betterment through a cataclysmic release.
EP Robles Oct 2018
SQUEEZED is my brain  so i think nothing like no thing
stitched partly into vengeance and frozen time  Madness
i can hear the poisoning troop of deception cloaked behind
lies calling me
   ooh oh ooh   aah ah aah
so show me ruin  show me evil
show me unsee-able things
i will show you armor
i will show you strength
i will slay you from now
until the very end of time
  some call me nothing
  some call me conscious
  some call me love
I AM HEARTBREAK

:: 10-06-2018 ::
None
Shaxy Oct 2018
You've hurt me
And you've caused me
A great deal of
Suffering
But that does not mean
That I will never
Be able to
Heal
Completely
From this pain
You've put me through
I'll show you what I'm made of
Alone,
I will assemble
All the
Broken pieces
Of me
That you've shattered
I will stand back up
Stronger than ever
Leaving you questioning yourself
If hurting me
Was actually the best thing
You have ever done
In order to destroy me
And that's when you'll realize that
hurting me
was not enough
(and can never be enough)
to destroy me.
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