K Balachandran Apr 16

Lone crane fly crying,
chasing mates went awry,
from despair swinging.

Jade Apr 2015

You won't run,
But you can't promise to stay,
We won't know if this feeling will fade away,
We spoke and we lay,
In the darkness of the day,
Arms and legs tangled,
As time passed away.

Breeze-Mist Mar 22

Is draping across two bus seats
At two in the morning
On an empty highway
Surrounded by vast grasslands
En route to Chicago
And praying to a god
That you don't belive in
That you'll get more
Than two hours of sleep
Failing that
Wifi that actually works
In this silent, half sleeping

rinnette Feb 4

She walks for a bit more, before turning around.
She saw the bits and pieces, floating aimlessly.
She watched them piece themselves together, and she sighed.
She smiled, a solemn one.
She picked up one of the puzzles and...
A single tear rolled down her cheek as she laughed to herself.
For she knew this was her personal playground,
And she will never want to leave.
Not anymore.

Pauline Russell Jan 28

I hear you there outside my walls
I hear your hiss, I hear your growls
I hear the distance mournful calls
Like the haunting hoot of the owls
I seen the darkest angels fall
For pain that has no words, the wolf only howls

On this very darkest night
When the eye in the sky has become blind
Your shadow darts in and out of my sight
Slowly, methodical you nibble at the fringes of my mind
My eyes dance with fright like the candle's light
This feeling if terror is unfeigned

I can feel your scales slowly scrap against my siding
Your hollow glowing eyes peering in my window
In my inky room scarcely breathing, hiding
For I had seen you that cold day in August devour my Hero
Your continuously morphing shapes is Terrifying
Stuck here between death and living, is truly limbo

The crisp fall leaves rustle as you pace
My Hero now gone, in sorrow I'm swept away
You made sure I'd be all alone in this unholy place
I'll dwell in your clutch of sorrow and darkness, till my last day
With certainty I know the last thing in life I'll see is your face
For eyes that once sparkled, once danced, now dead, clouded gray

amme Jan 21

Staring at the cold weather through the window,
think of all the ways I can win dough.

Every idea.. BINGO! But my two cents don't pay the rent though.

And I cant eat my thoughts for food so I'm stuck in limbo.
That's a food for thought that fucked up my credentials,
Because they kept offering me a penny for my thoughts until I said I was bruised and scarred so they gave me time off for being "mentally unstable".
If I tell them I'm not, I have to go back to my job of making my way to the hell hole but what choice do I got when It's either that or keep playing the role of scapegoat.

It's driving me insane and the pills I pop wont make the pain go. Meanwhile my stairway to heaven is literally blocked by my guardian angel.

takitak Jan 2

what she felt wasn't enough,
to say that she loved him so

but she felt it was quite enough,
quite enough to hurt her so

between her pain and joy,
in that space, she could
only find sorrow

Ian Woods Dec 2016

when he first walked in Limbo
he had drank a load of gin
passed out with legs akimbo
he was drooling on his chin

the vision came with sound and smell
that felt entirely real
a twilight woodland short of Hell
with textures he could feel

then riding on the bus from work
fatigue would overwhelm
and send him where the spirits lurk
inside that nether realm

the image came to such extent
it left him with no doubt
Limbo Land was where he went
each time that he passed out

every night and sometimes day
around those woods he hiked
and once he found he knew the way
he went there when he liked

he'd wake each morn and fantasise
he'd keep the day at bay
mesmeric eyes they'd hypnotise
the sun to stay away

and clinging to the sandman's hand
he'd count a few more sheep
then slip back into Limbo Land
where he belonged: asleep

that limbo world of dark and light
that's stitched around life's seams
hidden between day and night
and conscious thought and dreams

with gloomy skies, no sun to warm
just forests lit cold blue
a place where dusk shades are the norm
or daybreak's overdue

and every time he came to rest
that scene would play once more
so each time further he'd progress
and deeper he'd explore

of Limbo very little's known
but from glimpses he had stole
its where the trees of life are grown
and in each trunk a soul

there's mossy faces set in bark
whose limbs reach to the sky
from knotty mouths, their message- stark
"you'll come here when you die"

so many times Limbo he'd seen
he came to understand
all he'd become and all he'd been
was growing from that land

his lifespan told across tree rings
and written through the grain
with all he was and all the things
he'd surely do again

his future though he could not gauge
but one thing surely true
no turn in fortunes could assuage
the pain life put him through

the life where nothing went as planned
was growing in that field
and frankly more than he could stand
to know his fate was sealed

to come again would be a waste
to live the same life through
so narcolepsy he embraced
to fall asleep on cue

he'd enter in that world he'd found
and lucid dream a saw
then cut his tree down to the ground
reincarnate no more

"I'll chop it right down into planks
and make them what I please
another life for me? no thanks,
no more bad memories"

he'd burn the bark that wore his face
the branches, leaves and roots
but take an acorn just in case
it blessed him with a shoot

and then the time I saw him last
I asked how things were going
he told me  'Limbo's just so vast
with new trees always growing'

and now he never leaves his head
he's bed ridden and ill
he's comatose but not brain dead,
just searching Limbo still.

Daisy Vallely Oct 2016

I sink into the first circle of my bed,
laying in Limbo,
comfortably cold
and detached.
Your essence roams back and forth,
between my ears.
I taste the residue
of your monotone voice,
salivating at the thought of
your nectar.
Our nights were simply
We watched the clouds
blend into the sky,
as the rich colors became
beautifully distorted;
I swear they breathed.
I gently touched your
empty chest...
As it rose and fell,
The scenery above us
expanded infinitely.
Our laughs
resembled bonded youth,
forming together
like an orchestra of splendor.

I desperately try to relive this feeling,
our captivating high.
It has disintegrated.
You have melted away
and life is somber.
you have become a bland figure
without a face.
You have become the static
from the television in the silence
of a post-apocalypse.
You hide within irrelevance...
but the way you once moved,
so gracefull,
so insanely,
will remain Imprinted
in my loveless thoughts.

© 2016 D.M.V

Snowrose Sep 2016

There was once a little doll
Who a a dear stitched smile
Her hair was dressed in flowers and all
And nothing could match up to her style

She had buttons for eyes
And her owner's hair for hers
She would tell the little girl lies
And every night the kitten purrs

Mama kept her in a glass box
That's where the kitten would watch her
As she breaks through all of the locks
And wake the little girl from her slumber

"Let's play a game."
She would say.
"There'd be no one to blame."
She said as a stitched doll may.

Everyone was in their dreams
Except for the two, with an ax
Throughout the house, there would be screams
Accompanied by a hundred whacks.

still scared of the rest... I'll update it next time TT^TT

EDIT: done~! It got me so paranoid and scared while writing this, omg
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