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Dream Fisher Apr 2019
There's spiders crawling up my back
They walk beneath my skin
Following my veins as tracks
If I give in to the itch and scratch,
They'll only go deeper down it seems
In a whack-a-mole, I'll never win
There's no cut to end the scene
A T virus living within me
Too young for this vaccine.

There's a dagger digging in my side
Giving a twist every five minutes or so
As hard as I've tried, I can't remove it
For a few weeks then I guess it resides
I don't know if they can tell me
Why I always throw dice and end up
With such luck of drawing snake eyes
But they seem to be on the slither
Scaling quickly up and down my spine

There's a room that's been spinning a bit,
A headache for days that just won't quit,
I'm losing focus and maybe you noticed
But I'm trying hard not to throw a fit.
I'm anxious and truly I don't wish to mingle,
I'm twenty - six and I have the shingles
And my roof is leaking a bit.
Life's most precious gift:
To live, we have to just breathe
But there're thoughts beyond thoughts,
Trapped in a realm, yearning to be freed:
If we hold this breathe seize,
We shall seize to live, but leave
But sometimes, to actually live, we have to leave

There's a thin line between sanity and insanity
Erased by our unsay
There's a thin line between Illusion and reality
Erased by our don'ts

This place of gracious enticement
Where we watch us being killed
A place filled with men of slightest thoughts
Amused by this illusional amusement
A place where nothing is real
Full of dos and don'ts, yet no one is free

Though we all came with says and dos
We've not by ourselves chosen to be free
We've trapped all those for the sake of our creed

Why then not hold this breathe seize to actually live
For stance where our thoughts could not reach
For life in a place we've never seen
A place where we're actually free
Why don't we leave to actually live?

—JIBRIL ABDULMALIK ©2019
Eric Apr 2019
The point in silence that makes your brain implode . Every day becomes a search of relief   and every bit of it filled with grief . The second the feeling hits where the heart no longer exist . I'm broken , and you refuse to understand it . Is moving on a thing .Even with years that I could sing . That you made me feel like there was a reason to being. Maybe I'm crazy and everything I see shouldn't faze me . But your love grazed me . Took the whole side of me out , now every interaction becomes a moment of doubt . I am me , and everything is estranged to what it used to be . Now my world is filled with empty thoughts and actions . With every thought given to your affection . I laid down like I was taught a lesson . A lesson never to forget again . Cause our every action creates a world in between . Cause who knows really what the others are thinking . They could be creating a story without me ever existing . I'm listening , to my non-existent heart beating . It's weaker then before because there once was two beats according to our breathing . But you've deceived me .
Brett Palmero Apr 2019
Creativity and art
Come from the unhinged
The insanity, the beast
Our unchained selves

Only when we truly see
Beyond norms and regularities
Outside the everyday mundane

Does the beauty so magnificent
Comes absolutely

Terrifying
How amazing things can be so different that it scares people
I can pack all my belongings into a single bag
But I cannot condensed my thoughts into a single universe
Sketcher Apr 2019
You are back.
               back in our city.
               back in my time zone.
                             my beautiful baby.
          Soon to be my own again.
          Soon to be in my arms again.
          Soon, her and I, and nobody else.
                                   I won’t have to share her.
Her body will be mine.
                  Will she enjoy our time?
                           She will!
                                   Will I?
               Of course I will.             And I shall take every  course  of action to make sure she enjoys herself.
She will.
     I will.
     I will be in heaven.
                         Heaven will be on earth.
                          I hope I will see her soon.        That is my only hope.
      Without my hope, my lover, my everything, I am sure to go insane.
    How can I tell?
   Is it what I can feel?  
     Or what I can’t?
                       Can’t you see it?
                    I think you can...
                    I am losing all control...
                    I am going insane...
                    I am.
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I made a language... Can you decode???
InsertPenName Apr 2019
I feel as if God's looking down
At me Judging a sinner for being sick
back stepping around, mischief stirs like merry-go-round, about
senseless **** that spins around
In my mind, Inner demo's verdict's out
I'm in-human

That's the thought woven in my psychyie.
A fact. In fact the impact
freeze my insides
beating of my Heart stings
Maybe I'm not worth all this
Breathing and ****

This mind of mine isn't worth a dime
Torn apart on front lines
The fonts are bold but i'm not
These words I spit are underlined
but know this , something I noticed
After all this. Still i stay undermined
Undefined

Siting Waiting for flat line vital signs
But never take my gaze off The rampage on the page no.

Rage and focus pays off
So pray often or get preyed on
By monotony
So Never bat an eye, never blink
Think wide and deep
Let the ****** eyes bleed
red is the ink we write in

My Two parts of conscience
Entranced In a staring match. Waiting
For the wining catch of a sparring match
Between the will to **** or die first
But let me lie down first
In a fatal state, it's comfortable
I'm familiar with it the most

Broken over a tale with no ending in sight
Still the thirst keeps me going
Turning page after page of dread
But thoughts never combine, never coherent

Like A grumpy fella in love with a lonely
dweller who sees everything in gold
One exist at extremes
One exist in middle. By the way that other half is peace for me. A broken piece of me
We meet twice a day
Cross miles just to see each other
One more time
Just one more time
One more day
That's what I tell myself
What I say to the face in the mirror
But in reality I feel misplaced
I'm back!
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