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Raven Blue May 2021
I'm broken inside,
I tried to fix it, I really tried;
But it was so fragile,
That even when I tried to fix it,
It would only get worse.
My body was tired.
My mind was in chaos.
My heart was broken.
And my soul was shattered.
Lani Apr 2021
Inside I'm
crying
hurt
deadly
happy
nostalgic
terrified
excited
hopeful
needing
hu­rt

Inside I'm
lovely
annoying
rude
kind
helpful
ignorant
horrible
kind

Outsid­e I'm
happy
sweet
shy
funny
amazing

Inside they're
needing me
but I'm too
worried about what's on the outside
to worry about them
inside
wow this was all over the place
not how I imagined it
John McCafferty Apr 2021
Two dark sides converse in glinted eye,
we judge between few subtle signs,
vibrations bend which speed up time,
what sad masks we wear, when occupied.

Allow yourself some pause for thought,
searching around inside of you,
whichever form this may flow through,
to find that place of peace and solitude.

Importance of imprinting reflective memories,
we hold onto questions of our visions set,
remembering of what was and came to be,
a fabricated formulae.

The varied receptive connections of others,
helps us engage respond and occupy,
to release the grey that builds inside,
heaviness escapes through focused sighs.
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Jane Smith Apr 2021
Breath condensing against glass confines,
Out of order, out of being.
Undaunted rebellion against the boundless universe,
Splayed out onto bed sheets or forest ground.
In the corners of damp alleys.
Law, worries, ribbons undone.
Hair fallen, laughably bedraggled.
Melting snow dancing on raven feathers.
Faint fingertips skimming across that brazen chest.
Oxygen crestfallen for its own demise.
And oh, how it will die.
Kin with each unmerciful covenant.
Maimed by wayward kisses and borrowed time.
This mortal revolt championed by love.
God is dead and we are still here.
The world is ending, and we are still free.
Raven Feels Apr 2021
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, no one knows you better than yourself:}


you know inside

you know outside

of yourself fears of the dies

they come to a fatal end they cry

letters on night candles lit

not even legal to spit

not sure if I can handle this not a bit

a mad house on the blacks

on dug wholes on the ***** slacks

problem with dignity

pride on admitting the consequences of this troubled malignity

                                                                               ------ravenfeels
Spriha Kant Apr 2021
When fear flutters me I close my heart's shutter for preventing its entry inside me.

© SPRIHA KANT
Jane Smith Apr 2021
Hum
Dimly lit and sleep deprived
Aphrodite's curse and blessing
Hums like the embrace of a lover
And its ecstatic affection
Is a comfort between dull moments
Uncaring and cold
Just how I adore them

The bottle
The hum
The dream
Addictive
Meaning less than nothing
And more than everything

The walls have ears
But my bed has arms
And it holds me tight
Like my chains
Love debilitating and wrong

I find myself lost in the sheets again
Venus has her own curse
And I have my blessing
And we both suffer through them
chang Feb 2021
You know, the sun
could burn so hot,
but it never tells you
how it hurts when it
burns so low instead.
Once, you've said,
I'm like a bottle of sunshine
you sip on cloudy days.
That my smile
parallels a sun
for how it could
light up a room
or warm a heart.
But you could not
tear open a sun
and touch something cold inside.
I have known millions
of smiles similar to mine.
Under cloudy skies,
just millions of burning suns.
noor Feb 2021
many people have died
and their loved ones have grieved

i have also died
and have also grieved

for the girl i once was
who is no longer with me
ever since this pandemic began ive slowly lost myself more and more. i think the old noor is gone forever. i cant seem to find her.
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