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JJ Inda Feb 9
Needed someone
to understand
if you fall
you can get up again.
-Why glass bottles
are full of sand,
how it goes
round and round.
Nothing's bound forevermore
not hate nor love.
Tøast Oct 2020
How can I feel like this once again,
Like I’m falling through the floor I thought was made of stone.
I came so far but on closer inspection perhaps I’ve been going in circles.

I appear to have lost my way, stumbled on my way out of the woods,
And lost myself in the night sky.
Perhaps I stood too long looking up at the stars.

Well I stopped to smell the flowers and the world passed me by.
A great wind knocking me down to my knees again, just like old times, old friend of mine.
Poetic T Aug 2020
A knot of truth hangs over me,
more a promise that all things
      come together.

Were a straight line that if
    you take enough steps
leads to an amphitheatre of


reverberating around and around
         resonating with this truth

that all things have a balance.

We start, end, doesn't matter if we
                   stand still of reach for the


Eventually we'll just swing silently
                like a extinguished light bulb

hanging dead in the abyss.
John McCafferty Jul 2020
This femme fatale
A girl that captures
She be bright and skin tight
Shiny white with youth implied
Conversing in quirky loops
As we jump through her hoops
Slowly showing error codes
Could it be the alcohol
Clap snap of bear traps
Broken from within
Signs of white lines that fracture
Reactions to vast echoes of her past
Trauma tinged before the dawn
Soft but informed
A hardened persona with claws
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No one Apr 2020
I am going around in circles

It's too dark

everything is too tall;

all the same.

I am going in circles

People telling me I'm worth it

around, around, around

But I still deny it.

I am going in

sane; what a sought-after word

circles, circles, circles

I can't seem to walk in a straight line.

Am I in?

There's a tunnel of light

going, going, going

that I want to run into.

I am..

A bit dizzy; I feel sick

in, in, in

I want to get somewhere


Unable to move from these loops

am, am, am

I collapse to the ground, out of breath.
Quixotic Mar 2020
Dying out in dreams
Living another nightmare
Anxiety screams
These unlettered fears
A cosmic scare.
Will you ever shut down? Had to ask.
S  S
P            T
O                    U
O                    C
L             K
N  I
A poem every day.
Harley Hucof Oct 2019
The Thing about Logic is that it can be used to prove anything.

Words Of Harfouchism.
Colm Jan 2019
You go to the end of the road
And you know
Immediately what's there
That is why you don't acknowledge the sign
The street
The loop
It leads nowhere
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