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Skylar Nov 2020
Life is a game of survival,
Surrender, our escapade of a rival

Mirrors of heavenly Death broken,
Hunter of malevolence, shatteringly oaken

Dawn, the further I venture to chase my dreams,
Confessions of apocalyptic, unknowing regimes

Reveling dissonance of fallacies,
Silk that never seeped the galaxies

Guilty of inaction and neutrality,
Would she still be alive if I've acted upon fatality?
This is inspired by Ruelle's "Game of Survival". It's so underrated. By the way, I haven't mentioned this before, but I predominantly write dark poems; the inspirational category is quite new to me. "Everyone is just so nice until they drive you to **** yourself." - Clay Jensen
Au Oct 2020
my visions
aren't even mine,
to begin with.
Nylee Jul 2020
Why am I me?
I had a chance
to turn into many
But why did I get
stuck with me
this version,
there are so many bugs
I am always lagging
behind
Often I freeze midway
I am seldom muted
the voice quality
is so mediocre
the display so
unsatisfactory
why this me
?
mae Apr 2020
don't love me         with half a heart
for I was not made for calculated love
nor  for some lackluster romance
you either love me with
all of your heart
or don't love
me at
all
Michael R Burch Mar 2020
In this Ordinary Swoon
by Michael R. Burch

In this ordinary swoon
as I pass from life to death,
I feel no heat from the cold, pale moon;
I feel no sympathy for breath.

Who I am and why I came,
I do not know; nor does it matter.
The end of every man’s the same
and every god’s as mad as a hatter.

I do not fear the letting go;
I only fear the clinging on
to hope when there’s no hope, although
I lift my face to the blazing sun

and feel the greater intensity
of the wilder inferno within me.

Keywords/Tags: swoon, life, death, ordinary, commonplace, usual, average, mediocre, inferno, intensity, passion, cool, cold, pale, moon, blazing, sun
Emi Apr 2019
Dizzy feeling
Staring at the ceiling
Cool and white
Could it feel my spite
Try to Speak
Words come out so bleak
Running for the door
Both feet escape the cold floor
Fresh air
To keep me from ripping out my hair
Breathing begins to quicken
I’m starting to feel sick and
Helpless once again
Go outside
Trying to hide
In the moonlight
No happiness in sight
Climbing into the pool
Feeling like such a fool
Cool, yet warm water surrounds me
I think of the sea
Begging for an answer
To stop being such a hopeless romancer
Needing a sign
Before deciding it’s time
To give it all away
No one left to beg me to stay
Needing a sign
This can’t be my time
This can’t be my last day
A shooting star says stay
I do
Didn’t have a clue
I stayed
Another part from my memoir for school.
mslu Feb 2019
thanks to the basketful of maybe's
i collected
when we were one
it would seem
i'd be well equipped to deal
with the next one's indecisiveness

oh well.
Ian Robinson Jan 2019
I call out
To a shallow cave
And in return
I get a shallow reply
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