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Smile.
I bet your aching gums would want that.
Flowers.
I bet your girl would adore them.
Breathe,
because I know you are dying to again.
I got so many feelings they leave me reeling, stealing second after second because I’m the first to leave and the last to go, too guarded to believe and too frozen to flow.

Words cut into thirds and still too long to belong but too short to be strong,

I’m not tough I’m all bluff and all guff  I know stuff but not enough
Hands cuffed and shoes scuffed I’m too rough easily rebuffed and left puffed

I hope one day I find a way to be alone and okay but for now my skies are gray even on sunny days and like the waves I know I’ll eternally return but for now I burn, endless fire and pain a pyre without rain burning forever, chains I cannot sever no matter how clever I spit my wit aint **** in the big mitt.

Held in the hands of the One but no lifeline comes so I feel like I’m being burned in the sun, taxed like earned income, vexed like an anti-vaxxer with a sneezing son, fried by having too much fun and lied to by myself as I lie down in the sun, shoulda used suncreen but my burned skin screams and my broken dreams teem around the edges of a vessel losing steam, engines down and shields almost depleted, if this is Star Trek than I’m a red shirt being yeeted, if it’s a contest I’m this close to defeated, a few feet more and I’m off the shore, swept away in the ocean and no potion can stop this downward motion more than gravity seized by the sea I see no light to swim toward so I get floored, and at the bottom I grab a shovel and start to dig, maybe if I lean in to my demise I’ll be able to fantasize that this was a choice, that I have a voice, that I’m more than another skeleton swallowed by time in the end, I got the bends I sank too fast and even if I try to rise again the nitrogen will do me in, so why the hell should I even try when I could just lie here lying to myself, another bottle off the shelf another twisted elf helping me help myself abandon wealth and fall into deprivation, depraved agitation with no sanitation, ***** not clean nice and mean like mice and men I’ve gone awfully awry and I’m not shy enough to hide my shame so in these words I confide, some part of me awake for the ride while the rest sleeps in the tide, hoping the waves take me home, soma holiday the only way I’ll feel okay, my soma and germ both squirm with the ancestral trauma I spurned until it churned into a calamity inside of me that consumes me in gloom and doom until there is no room to do anything else but retreat back to the waiting room womb.

I typed that in one breath but still death would not save me from myself, this is not a cry for help this is more like a review on yelp, my life review is five out of five in the shine and naught out of who cares when the rain lays me bare, and cold and alone my flashlight shone on white bone and rotting flesh, death so everpresent it’s like christmas every day oh yay I hope my sarcasm forces a giggle from a lip so that this eclipse lifts for the briefest second, a glimpse at the life I could have had but somehow missed, the mist covers my eyes, first second and third, and the bird’s eye view tells me I’m *******, but when I look from the floor, well that view ***** more, so I guess ******* less would mean success, but the report card is hard to care about when I carted out my art so long ago, I started out with eyes on the throne now I’d **** to throw myself a bone and feel like there was a hope I could atone or find a road to home.

Tones bring me joy, music from the noise, something I wish I could make but I feel deaf and dumb when I try so I numb myself with wine until I’m fine to eat off the vine that others planted, feeling like a waste of space I wish I could face my fears, face to the mirror without my eyes wide shut, but the feeling in my gut is like a rifle **** slammed by a soldier, the pain surges and smolders, aching shoulders make it hard to stand straight, grated down like cheddar I used to be better than this now I’m a sweater poorly knit, a useless *** and a hub of useless code that would erode the minds of better men if they let my poison seep in, so I keep myself at a distance, I witness, hide my mental fitness and put on airs to win the princess.

I’m sorry I stole your heart you should have never let it part from your chest because now I confess I come off like the best but I am cursed to sometimes be the worst, an endless thirst I cannot slake, relentless life I cannot take, smiles I no longer fake because the weight finally ground me down to nothing in the end, nothingness my final gift to lend I guess I’ll just make space until I finally find erasure, the sweet bliss of death’s kiss will launch me to the next great adventure, returned to sender, smart like Ender my heart was rendered fully now it’s rended dully, blunt knives hack apart ventricles that used to start a beat that moved my feet, but now like lead I feel less alive than dead, and hope for resurrection is my only real direction.

Someone give me sign. Help me climb. Remove my blinds. Remind me of the path to the divine.
No more names
.............

I sit here crying
Your tags label me,
My skin crawls with disgust
My thoughts broken in two
My sanity.....
There's nothing left but dust.

From where I sit
My words go unheard,
All you ever see
All you ever hear
Are the names I never bore.

In this state I'm crippled
Your words hurt like spears,
****** words are all there is
They marked me
Tore me beyond recognition
These scars are but trophies
Trophies you think you won.


How much more do you want
Are my tears never enough,
From these words my heart bleeds
It bleeds to only be ignored
No more names I beg you
I am hurt beyond my limits.
© Adiela Michael
A poem against verbal abuse
Tell me a lie I can believe.

"There is no one like you."
Dom 10h
Scattered like a million stars
These pieces grow roots
Dig further into the recess
Of all that will ever be
And by time’s grace you’ll know
I’m not a hero or your enemy

What if the truth
Of your fictions could see
Boogeymen lined like an infantry
I’ve known hell since infancy
So grab my hand as we cross
To the end of the story
Curbing your fantasy
Enthusiastic with your condescension
I reserve the rights to

Tell the truth from the fiction
In all the ways that I could,
Manifest a manifesto,
Spread you thin til the feast is famished
Look how the monsters vanish
When wolves come a huntin’
I’m a howling at the moon
Comin’ now baby come in
And witness the turn about face.

Here you thought I would be a shield
But the ramparts are topplin’,
Walls give way and the drawbridge is open
They’re storming the castle
Lest you spin in your towers
Better use the smoke of your hearth
Call out an SOS, because I won’t be savin’

No I won’t be saving you,
Not when it’s all laid to rest
As the smoke clears the rubble
And the fog releases to make way for clarity
You will see I’m no hero or the enemy,
I play the part you need in your make believe
So make believe and carry it on
I am carrion or Heracles in your songs

Scatter my image,
In a million pieces
Taking root in the frame
Will I save or pillage?

The truth of the fiction is
If you had a mirror,
You could see monsters
Staring back at you,
Confession be ******,
Hells in front of you,
And in this I know,
When staring into the fires
I’ll catch you with a Birds Eye view

Forever this
Forever more,
I’m just a nobody baby,
Creating the parasols
In tell all capsules
Weathering the storm
Humming along
To the beat of my drum.

Da-dum-dum-da-dumdadum-dum-dum-da-dum-dum
On and on and on and on

As time slows for the guilty
I carry on into the flood,
Until your reveries of mysteries are but memory
In the end of your days, you will remember me.

On and on and on
Dum-dum-da-dumdadum-dum-dum
This is about how people may judge you or project theirselves onto you, sometimes flat out create fictions about you (think about it most of the time when you get someone who dislikes you and you don’t know them and they don’t know you it’s  usually because of some fiction they conjured up) the piece is basically saying “okay well I’m going to tell the truth and you can make of it what you will but I am moving forward regardless”
Dianali 14h
Walking past a building
Being built,
As I type this.
I wonder—
Is some core memory
There,
Waiting for me?
silvervi 17h
Experiences can be beautiful, fun, uncomfortable, awkward and embarrassing at the same time.
It's not black or white and that's what life is - it's a mix of many colours.
silvervi 20h
Life takes me places I need to go.
I am exactly where I need to be.
No rush, it's your own unique process and there is nobody who can take that from you.
No,
not every poem
needs to bloom
with romance
to make a heart grow
full and wise;
There is poetry
found in survival,
in unhappy endings
and goodbyes.
Not every poem
must woo the reader,
or make their yearning soar,
some poems taste
like bitter coffee grounds
and nothing much like love.

©️Lizzie Bevis
She was mine.
Not a car, not a pet,
Not something to own—
She had a life of her own.

But—
My eyes are mine,
My heart is mine,
For they are a part of me.
Without them,
I am incomplete.
When the very foundation of your love is shattered, it's hard to get back up
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