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Dredd Jul 2019
There's a piece missing that I can't seem to find it.
I don't seem to care.
I don't want to try.
That doesn't seem right.

I don't seem to feel.
It feels like charades.
Are they even mine.
Those feelings inside.

I look in time.
Is it too late to try
to find that piece
that is missing inside?

-D.L.
Just feeling a little lost and empty
he wrote poems inside of me
he carefully inscribed each letter
allowed my moans to fill the blank pages
and ended the story with one last rhythmic line
leaving me begging for more
Kaitlyn Jun 2019
Why do I still feel this way?
In a depression I stay
******* joy out of life everyday
I try to be happy trust me I do
I just wish I could be happy as you
Feeling numb and depressed nearly everyday
Hoping and waiting for things to go my way
Ken Pepiton Jun 2019
We, the people, is inclusive.
It's me and you and whoeverelse shows up
under examination.

The unaxamined life, ain't worth the time, t'm'mind.

We, the people, embody liberty
it's a cultural-environmental-asentien-told-tale,
an ethos-pathos, super positioned meme.
Our endowment, as it were.

It is living. Alive means it is living, in short form
where it is a
named variable earlier in the duration of events.

okeh. quotes and things
around phrases are de
meaning to the words in the phrases, so, mebbe,
for real spells,
we only use
invisible links, right

"to effect a thought"
slogan mantras from others into
now, if the phrase might be called stolen,
if we fail to say, who said, say
mebbe
John Kenneth Galbraith said that...
Name dropping as an ethos move, scene setting up pathos

or it could be a tribal signal. Are we in send or receive?

I know some of those. If we read the same books, we are related.
Valis might mean something to you.
I might cure your apophrenia and ****** you to my side,

don't push me off the edge this time.
Finding oneself in the book of life is ... as hard as you think it is.
Would you know your name if it were called?

wwwuwu freaky online poet person messin' witme.
crazy, the idea, is not a bad state of mind,

past the cool of the day, as the last shred of doubt about
reality has been besomed into the dust,

matter for matter, dust for dust,
here is where the part of crazy that is only Escherish
begins to twist itself
into a Mobius strip with Pluribis backing us on fife,
Higgs on the bass, and
Hopf spinning sticks between perididdles

The entire idea of Universe, emerges
inside out, and

all over the planet, all hands clap to forehead, as one.
A dialogue in a crowded dark rom, mebbe.
Eyithen Jun 2019
...I sometimes think...
......the only reason we fear the dark...
.........is because deep down...
............we know...
...............how easy...
..................we could fall into it...
...And that idea scares us...
......because we have...
.........no idea...
............of the destruction...
...............we are capable of...
Empire Jun 2019
Everything used to be so clear...
Don't lie, cheat, steal, injure, hate...
Do the dishes when you're told
Go fold the laundry
But when did being "good"
Become so complicated?
When did that voice appear
That taunts me to sin
Even when I know the consequences
I can't always tell wants from needs
The lines are so fuzzy...
So I live in no man's land
Sometimes even stepping over
Clearly crossing lines
Just to test it...
But I thought I knew
I thought I was good
Why am I so dark inside?
And why do I like it...?
Wolfatheart Jun 2019
Shadows lurk
Shadows hide
Not always being
On the outside

Shadows can steal
Your force to strive
Shadows can steal
Your wish to be alive

Shadows can lurk
Deep in your head
Or loom upon walls
Above your bed

Shadows can take over
The outside at night,
But can shadows take
Your inside sometimes
... sometimes
Wolfatheart Jun 2019
demons can reisde in parts of your mind,
hidden beneath shadows and thoughts to intertwined.
You may not even know until its too late,
struggling with the crawling, nagging feeling nothing's right

Struggling with the darkest part in your brain
Telling you to do it, but you must refrain
You know you don't want to but you have to believe
One day the demons just have to leave




....don't they?
Ithaca Jun 2019
i.
hate me.
loathe me.
despise me.
turn away.
run away.
go away.
come back.
i need you now.
i can’t live without you.
you mean everything to me.
you are nothing to me.
i am nothing to you.
i am nothing at all.
i do not exist.
i am you.
Pyrrha Jun 2019
Behind her eyes I can see
Inside her heart and in her soul
Her veins and all her bones
All are painted gold
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