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Maguna Dec 2020
he wasn't in the right headspace
he wasn't in the wonted circumstance

it happened neither occasionally, but on numerous occasions

however, his surrounding be approaching and expecting his so-called tough shoulders..

..to be cried on, to be leaned on or to be the place they can dwell in for some considerable time.

his heart was made of gold, but it felt like a block of ice.

nodded his head; means acceptance.
tossed a yes; means a welcome.
painted a genuine smile; means he's all about to listen.

he was there for people, and he will always be there.

but where are the people pace their footsteps out while 911 numbers were pressed on his life's phone button?

nought. zero calls back. all dead. stone deaf.

that's how we live in, being a living buttress to people as in fact people won't ever spend their seconds to be your place to go.

aside from the bitter truth,

survive.
keep breathing. x
Mitch Prax Dec 2020
Perhaps we
are both addicted
to the sensation,
the euphoria,
the madness,
of loving from afar.
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2020
Write a poem to get off my chest
All my thoughts into a pile
And boring soap opera lines
Lighter for a little while

I see familiar metaphors
See the recycled rhymes
See the same old stories
Shared countless times

I see piece of a greater puzzle
Existence of chapters not written yet
Entire ocean of future to chart
Only gotten the tip of my pen wet

I see the history shaping my universe
Joy and sorrow imprinted
See the creation made from my transformation
Artwork I sloppily printed

I see natural progression
See soul spread out on display
See what's hidden in the spaces between words
I'm too scared to say

I see truths of the galaxy I've learned
Leave traces of my essence in each mark of ink
See miracles
Mights
Madness
Writing combines my spirit with things I think
I am pretty honest with my poetry but sometimes it's hard to get out exactly what is going on in my life without sounding stupid so I leave some parts out
Deep Dec 2020
The ashes are once again fired
by four years of idleness,
Yet again I want to plunge in the
Sea of madness
Knowing very well the outcome.

I'm lost, my friends! salvation is not possible now,
Tell God! I have found a person to worship on earth.
Hope Dec 2020
Mirror.
I've been talking to the mirror.
Been looking at the mirror.
The mirror of me.

Mirror.
I see the tears on your cheeks.
The red on your skin.
The mirror of me.

Dear mirror,
The cracks as you scream,
The pain that you're in.
Is a mirror of me.

Oh mirror,
I saw you on the street
The rain your only sheen
Was a mirror of me.

So mirror,
The claws at your cheek
The deep open screams
The mirror of me.

Hear me when I speak
The reds and blues I see.
The dark that your making.
Is no mirror of me.

Mirror
I hope you can hear me.
The lies that I've seen.
Never a mirror,

Of me.
Not all mirrors tell the truth.
Louise Dec 2020
My love, I will be here.
I will be here on nights that all you wanna do is cry and all I wanna do is watch you because I enjoy seeing you in pain.
If I could only take more pain possible and let it wreck you from the inside out every night, I would.
I will be with you on days that feels like weeks
and I will try to make the days feel like years instead.
If I could only shove the sun aside and bring forth darkness to your daylight, I would.
I will stay and sit with you through the dark
so I can make sure that you wouldn't find the switch before I do. The only light you'll ever need is the one you'll see in the end of my wrath's tunnel.
I will protect you until the end
from finding your happiness. You are safe enough inside the cage of my pain,
I will not let go of you,
where do you think you'll go other than here in our bed of daggers made from your remorse and my resentment?
I will hold you closer with the strongest grip of my now unable hand everytime.

There's nothing you can ever do to lose me,
as much as there's nothing I can ever do to love and trust you again.
Being with you, I knew I've brought this upon myself.
Messing with me, you never knew you're gonna see this coming, knocking you from your senses.

Through the gloom and in bloom,
for worse and for the worst,
for richer and for poorer
In sickness and in madness,
to hate and wait for you to perish
everyday we'll crush each other's hearts
I promise even death won't keep us apart.

💍
A vengeful, sadistic rendition to the classic wedding vow.
jdmaraccini Dec 2020
There is a violent madness that hides inside all of us,
some oppress the chaos, others live in denial
Once in a blood moon, hidden in a dark room,
vibrations of bedlam, a paracosm of two
For the world that we see through a hidden marquee,
a putrid stream for the mentally ill
Yet with no hesitation, a dark star pulsating,
you plunge into the void, then pull me through
Fret not, for each thought gives birth to brilliance
as we stir the cauldron of the sacred brew
Blood and water, son and daughter,
resilient to the universe we devour and consume
JDMaraccini 2020
JR Dec 2020
Sometimes I spend the night in a different room
Not because I feel alone
But because I don't want to be consumed
By the same emptiness of the night
My mind must not wander in it
Or I will surrender to it
Others have done it before
I will make sure not to walk through that door
Madness will call me
No choice but to go with it
So I leave my room
So it won't find me in it

-J.R
This poem is just me trying to explain why I find myself in a different room. Sometimes I just can't sleep in my own bed. Because it doesn't feel right. I feel like if I sleep in that bed over and over again, I'll drive myself insane. The second line I lied because I do feel alone. Sometimes you just need someone with you, to feel the warmth and the presence of other human being.
Kristin Dec 2020
She's a would-be
Disney villainess
a temptress

She's a would-be
empress
a mogul-ess

She's a fear
and she's a longing
distant and yet, oh-so-near

She's a myth
and she's a nightmare
so subtle, yet full of pith

And so unreal
yet in reality, so sad
all because, she's ******* mad

Mad like the full moon
mad enough to tear her hair
don't you stare

Trope upon trope
we lay upon the forbidden woman
the discarded woman without hope

If only we had the eye of compassion
instead of berating her for her passion
we'd heal our lost mothers and daughters at last
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