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Jackal Mar 2020
Words spill from my mouth in a constant flow of black sludge.
My ribs shake as wind blows through my hollowed bones.
I am exploding and caving in on myself
all the same

As emotions take over and
I am left to my own devices because
There is no one to save me

The hardest pill to swallow
Is the drug that says I did this to myself.

Now all I can do is lie here and waste away
As the mushrooms and bugs take over
Consuming what once was living me
And returning my flesh to the dust from whence it came

So juvenile, my language is
When trying to describe the torment i feel
That grows with each passing day

And yet here  i sit,
Desperately trying to piece some semblance of
Art from this
Horrible mashed up plea

And you're still reading,
But at what cost?
A soliloquy from the ******.

I have stolen minutes from your life
And yet still you continue
As the corpse screams in your face

You tread on..
Soumya Inavilli Mar 2020
To the person I see when I look at the mirror,
You are all I had when I felt lonely in a hustling
and bustling crowd, swimming in cold waters.
We have ebbed and flowed, sailing smoothly at times
and through raging storms sometimes that have
made us one hell of an ugly shipwreck.

To the person I see when I look at the mirror,
You are all I have to fight every single day that comes
with a hundred surprises and a thousand plans.
We will get to the other side of the shore and
explore all that the world has to offer, we will go to
the places where the sun shines the brightest, I promise.

To the person I see when I look at the mirror,
You are all I needed when I had a blurry vision
and was tripping over my own thoughts.
We worked on ourselves for countless hours.
You took me into your arms, hushed my mind
and said everything is going to be fine.

To the person I see when I look at the mirror,
You are all I need to stand tall and go about this
life that seems to have a lot of things to teach me.
We will grow and be better than what we
were yesterday; learning constantly, never repeating
our mistakes but making brand new ones everyday, I promise.

To the person I see when I look at the mirror,
You are all that was there in my success and failure
to tell me that I am much more than this.
We doubted our potential and didn’t believe in
our voice, maybe we didn’t have a voice and maybe
we still don’t have one but we never stopped looking for it.

To the person I see when I look at the mirror,
you are all that I will ever have till I breathe my last
and I couldn’t have asked for more, thank you, best friend.
What if we don’t have enough time left on this earth?
Then listen to me, today you are here, you are alive, you are strong,
you are loved, you are capable, you are my miracle and that is enough.
You are enough, I promise.
PS Mar 2020
It's half past midnight
And you're warm to touch

My hands, cold on your chest
And my lips wet on your neck like nonesuch.
Jessica Mar 2020
the soul sat there
a hollow shell
a soft layer of dust gathering
absent of all light

it’s dark in here
i often wonder if i’m breathing
am i hearing my bones fall apart
the shards falling against walls

they tell you to trust the fire
but the flames charred my mind
left behind a rubble
the concept of trust turned to ash

i’ve become my own antagonist
unable to process care
constant disbelief in others
my demise was always inevitable

how long have I been asleep
lying with my eyes
desperately holding onto life
leaving a blank space where my existence once laid

death hasn’t claimed me yet
but the emptiness has
so i go through the motions
and wonder if i’m breathing
Becca Mar 2020
it's 02:47 and i'm losing it again
either my mind and my soul
the demon in me started to crawling
on my numbing skin

help me
stop this thoughts
Shivam S Mar 2020
It's 3.20 A.M
And I hear birds
Maybe lost.
Crooning for what
God knows.

One hour from now
40 years back
Mr. Marley will be
Rolling his blunt
Rolling in his grave
For what?
Only god knows.

It's 3.24 A.M
And I am writing
A poem.
For What?
God knows.
Posting the most random burst of a poem here after nearly 2 years. I missed this place.
Ritz Writes Mar 2020
Straddled my mind until I am confined; the way you see the world in kaleidoscope as I gazed into your eyes, a bright lad on a quest to conquer the unseen future.
Tonight, we will be sailing on our dreams where we could just be Us.
You have set my soul on fire and electrified my desire.
#RitzWrites
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The heart wants what it wants.
Mitch Prax Mar 2020
What we desire
after midnight is seldom
good for the spirit

9:13 PM
7/3/20
Gray Roxanne Mar 2020
how come the echoes
of our pasts resonate
with the same tune?
strike the same chords?
climb and descend the same scales?

how is every
sunrise with you a symphony
and every midnight a concertino,
other wordly sounds ringing
vibrations in the corners for your mind,
transfigured by your heart,
carried out through voice
and reflected in
the deep gyrations of your ocean eyes?

(to be continued)
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