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Gary Cuming Jun 2021
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Distant sound from above
Kept silent within a fragile soul
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Drowned out through fear and love
A wind beyond a persons control

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The baying of the storm
Branches frolicking on every gust
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Long shadows start to form
Fickle weather displays it’s disgust

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When will it cease?
How does the window not shatter every time?
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Darkness within, fearing a release
As the peace is shattered in my mind

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Glass explodes within its rage
The storm whistles through empty eyes
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Anger escapes its fiery cage
Smashing all that it touches with its cries

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The storm is let loose
The fire, the fury, the furore
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Through insatiable abuse
Frustration angrily reaches its glory

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There’s nowhere to turn.
No escape from the pain it spreads
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As the world starts to burn
All placations are torn to shreds

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The clouds roll past and the winds subside
As tranquility restores the mind
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Regrets form like tears and fall like pride
Promising no more, promising nothing. No next time.

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Keep me away from myself.
It is not safe to exist in this body.
Irritation is the dragon
That breathes fire and destruction
Should I dare to open my mouth.
Mystic Ink Plus Oct 2020
Sir
What can I serve you?

"Your brain"
"For a time being"

Nothing more
Genre: Experimental
Theme: Irritation
Josephine Wilea Jul 2020
We're best friends.
Doesn't matter that
I'm a high school junior and
you're a college freshman.
Until it's time to go dorm room shopping,
and then I'll "get there someday."

We're best friends.
Doesn't matter that
I live in New York and
you live in Connecticut.
Until I can't be driven to you,
and then I'm an irritation.
Age DOES matter.
Joseph Rice Sep 2019
Torrential downpours of raw
Irritation.
Regret swirls with loss into
Whirlpools of rage, desire, and hopelessness.

Smiles guile miles between isles
of disconnected people.
Eyes see ******* butts ***** and big *****….
Missing hearts….
Missing the empty arms of long alone longing.
Reasons and reasons, seasons and seasons.
The flow continues and we cannot stop for what's missed.
Wrote this on a rainy day.
Baylee Kaye Feb 2019
am I a drag, a bore?
what do I even try for?
all my hopes and dreams of loving,
have hit a snag.
things to work through
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