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LightToBurn Apr 2020
Oh my freaking god
Here comes this ******* again
*******, and you too
a senryu
(similar to haiku)
Tuesday Apr 2020
I lay here in the depths of paralysis,
Frozen beyond all I could miss,
My heart is heavier than I can hold,
My tears streaming like water so cold,
I feel you, I feel you so far away,
Yet I keep searching for you everyday.

Is there something wrong with me,
The memories so few, all I can see,
Crying at every thought of your return,
Silence instead, present in an urn.

One day it wont feel as bad,
One day I wont make you mad.
Ricky Parker Apr 2020
What am I?

While listening to the song forgive, I did not realise it would affect me so much but guess what it did. It feels like life around me is crumbling, heart is breaking and everything is not what it seems like. I had stopped writing for days because everyone around me seemed better somehow, better in this language, better in grammar, better even in expressing whatever was in my mind. I grew up avoiding the person I was and always focused on what I want to be. I still find it hard figuring it all out. Nineteen year old teenagers who I grew up with suddenly seem so mature and complicated while I look into the mirror. I see a person struggling to breathe even though it's one of the easiest things to do. I am sorry for everything I say because deep inside of me a person keeps criticizing all my actions and I keep hitting backspace to all the words I thought i should never write, I am angry, I feel hurt but there it's directed to no one, not even myself. I want to keep asking questions and get no answer, because the answers make me feel more complete than I already feel I am. The red and blue bars under the words I write show how incorrect I am. I genuinely wish in life my actions also had these lights guiding me, but all I have is insane conversation in my mind all end up on one thing, I am never the person I think everyone deserves.
Deep breathing and closing my eyes wishing it all goes black so i can forget it all, i write as though i have gone through some big tragic event and i pray to god, i really wish i had at least then i will have something to blame but right  now i only have this unsettled feeling running through my body.
I am trying, I really am. But i keep getting hurt, nobody tells you how many scars you need to stop feeling the pain. At Least Icarus had a sun to fly to, why don't I have anything to look at?
I go silent on my own and want this world to stop and yet I crave for someone to come give me attention. I don't know what I have become like, someone who regrets every step she takes.
I do not know how to stop feeling this hate or to start feeling that true happiness. Why after moments of my greatest achievement I feel, someone else deserves it. Not me.
I really wish i could stop crying and running around circles. Is it bad to ask the genie in the aladdin's lamp how i can stop this all. I don't know what am I supposed to do while I want to ask the question about life, the grand design, i want to  just close myself in a dark room and howl like a dog, i am scared of myself sometimes, how can someone feel so much pain without any trigger ever. It makes me question this pseudo self i put myself into. What am I? Why am I this way? Give me something to blame, some label to justify this. Some therapy to fix this because right now it all feels the same, Incomplete and drowning.



Ricky Parker
Geoffrey Adams Apr 2020
I often think of you, the one that got away.
The nights staying up until 4am
I regret nothing.
I wish you would let me stay
I thought to you my humor would mean something
But alas.
It is you after all, Mark zuckerburg.
I got banned from Facebook for 30 days. ******* Zuckerburg 😂😂😂
Michael R Burch Apr 2020
Insurrection
by Michael R. Burch

She has become as the night—listening
for rumors of dawn—while the dew, glistening,
reminds me of her, and the wind, whistling,
lashes my cheeks with its soft chastening.

She has become as the lights—flickering
in the distance—till memories old and troubling
rise up again and demand remembering ...
like peasants rebelling against a mad king.

Originally published by The Chained Muse

Keywords/Tags: insurrection, night, dawn, wind, lights, peasants, rebelling, mad, king, old, troubling, cheeks, chastening, flickering, memories
zenfoldor Mar 2020
Is all we've been, every whim,
only to see and be seen by Him?
Is every mountain we have climbed
a show upon the stage Divine?

One day, perhaps we all shall face
He who gave us pride of place.
Climb the lattice and see beyond
ghosts, and rooms, and distant space.

Then perhaps we shall know
why the light within us glows;
and when it dies, where it goes.
What doth the needle's eye behold?

To what, do distant marbles owe?
Be they yet another cage?
and by whom does the latch engage?
Do Redbreasts spark a sprightly row?

Occasionally, by and by
I turn my gaze to night and sky
Is all that we have known so long,
a loving Father's peaceful lie?

Then I return to our estate
and find here those I hold most dear.
I lose my will to contemplate.
I trust the hand that holds my fate.

I trust the hand that holds my fate.
ATILA Mar 2020
If you let me in
I’d bundle up all your insecurities
and create a new constellation from them
I’d shift my whole attention to you
like sunflowers turning to the sun
I’d build an observatory
to verify that stars in the sky
are not as brighter as you
I’d fight to be your gravity
so that you would stay still with me every second
I’d ask the moon to tell the night
how charming you are
when you wink a star from your smile.

I know you don’t see yourself
as worth as I see you
But hey, here are functions of a partner
To remind that you worth a galaxy
To be flooded with your presence
To prove that you orbit in my atom
To be thankful for your holy existence
To show that you are the first snowflake in my winter
and my spring’s first bloom.

If and only if you let me in
and be your absolute sanctuary.
Happy World Poetry Day!
Sunstrike Mar 2020
The world is not a place we call "Home" anymore.

Even for minutes being outside, we surrender ourselves to danger.
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