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audrey Apr 28
oh it's all so foggy,
clouded and uncertain
but i knew
i could always step over the ledge
and then,
it'll all be clear.
Naveen Malhotra Oct 2020
He was dangerous
He lived in his lair
He pounced upon
Who dared
He made lives miserable
Factious, fractious
Animal of concrete jungle
He was dangerous
He thought
No one could dare
Enter his lair
One day my dog
Fetched him out
He was brought
On the ledge
From a height
He was dropped
Like a hat on the head
Fractured his two legs
He forgot the lair he lived
Once for all
He disappeared
Beware of dogs!
Naveen Malhotra Aug 2020
When things go awry O Sprite
Give me strength alright
When waves hit to heights O sprite
Give me fence alright
When waves dip to the lowest ebbs O sprite
Give me ledge alright
When clouds burst O sprite
Dam the run off by my chest alright
When gales hit the land O sprite
Protect the crops by my inhalation alright
When the Sun sets the forest on fire O sprite
Put it out by my sweat alright
When I am alone tonight O sprite
Give me company and wake me up next morning alright
Fheyra Jun 2020
Streams— relay the slumber
Tributes to— the Waterfall's Sprite.

'Twas when— the compass— Dismantled
As the bedrocks gruel— Distort the ledge,
Confronted by— tidal waves;—
Imbued the Crush— of a Carapace
That let the Visions— Sprout;—
Abandoned— With the Barriers..

So long,— I do not know..

Sights— Times— are enclosing
Onto the lost,— And the Seafloor sinks
Slowly— Diminishing— The Sirens' Call..
It's just so strange not to remember anything.
Ingram Feb 2020
The space between us
is substantially bigger,
and your tight grip  
is no longer pinned to my emotional trigger.

You knew that in the past
I would have jumped off a ledge for you,
but now I am strong enough
to say ***** you, too.
David J Jan 2020
In that kind of mood
When ledges look beautiful
One jump, So far down
Looking down, its exhilarating. Heart beating so fast, as if its crying out begging me to hear that im still alive. That I can go on.
Tell me when you jumped, was it everything you imagined. That amazing feeling, of fear, happiness, freedom, release.
Sigh, i just wish I could go back in time
I just want to talk with you.
I miss you
Megan Hammer Dec 2019
Call me up and call me kiddo
You're getting too old for this
I think this as I hop over your ledge
Into the Island of Peter James Pan

I fly back and come over
You fly off the handle too much
Want what you want when you want it
I value patience

I can find the brightest star
But you won't look up
Say you've had enough of my thoughts
I wouldn't expect a lost boy to understand

But I'm sorry for the second night
When you just wanted to talk
And I was in a rush to Neverland
I wish you'd ask me how I am again

I never expected you to be more than a fun night
But now I know your bed and you gave me a toothbrush
I was too quiet to come through your window
I don't know if you will leave it open anymore

But maybe it's time for you to be Wendy
And forget all of us who were up in the clouds with you
Maybe it's time to fulfill your father's legacy
I know it means the world to you

But I will remember you saying you liked my questions
Because they were different from the others
The kiss on the forehead
Safe in the island of your arms

And I will remember your ledge
Whether or not you remember me
For Z.J.
Mark Wanless Nov 2019
i saw a man waiting for a rat
     to come out it's hole
     so he could eat it

the snow was menacing but i
     did not notice i passed by
     no avalanche ever came

standing naked on a small ledge
     anxious waiting to drop hard
     i masturbated and left
Tammy Cusick Aug 2019
Withered through these relinquished lips,
softly lays an embellished, embroidered, carcass.
Torn across flesh-like soil
caressing gently into this impermeable being,
you're only human.

So allowing in the presence of indigenous, oblique thoughts
slanting into the belly
never feeling so bare
the hunger deprives.
The nails of your eyes piercing into the forefront of mush you call a brain,
feeling the earth distinctively tremble with each step you chase closer to the ledge

Clutching onto the white knuckle breast
your hands pounding at your fingertips
its electric running through your veins
feeling it at the core
so helplessly, lost.

Your throat knots into one-thousand splinters
splicing relentlessly between your core
the wedge of your mortal body becomes noticeable to your soul
detaching,
jumping.

Slithering one step closer,
pull the rope
you leap
you rot

one more inch closer,
you can feel it
separating your surroundings from comfort ability
picking up between each breath
shaking at your own wake.

there you have it
at the brim of the edge
you've push yourself this close
whats one last jump out of this skin?
Tammy Cusick Aug 2019
Soft hands idling quietly by
snatching remnants of credibility
its cloak opaque to reflection
you grasp its hand,
like a double-edged sword
you hold on tight
wisping away into the night
never to be seen again.

The walls are dark and the smell is repugnant
death on its tongue
Decay in the teeth.
Smiling back as if a fun-house of mirrors
dubious, distorted, distraught
you hold on.

Cradling the noose like a new mother to its child
you gawk, admire, and dream
Of a darkness to bring you closer to the ledge.
Gently pushing formidable bounds
released to self-indulgence
you're alone.

As the world around you lights up only by screens
and reacts only by the ping of self-admiration.
A ghost among the blinded
walking slowly by as everything is in full speed.
Stuck in a repetitive loneliness
damnation of socialization
pity. pity. pity.

Pulling onto the strings of darkness
puppeting along madness
mastering hell as its vibrant and claw full of disappointment
you sit on the outside of the world
watching it comfortable in its cage.
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