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Axion Prelude Dec 2020
Seldom do we find our own reality gnawing at the right door
Senseless guise and fruitless time arrived from feeding on the wrong domain

Indecision obfuscating want and need
Imploring absolution as an only means to achieve hope
Begetting desolation is the end result in spite of it all

We are found, when
We let go of what was tearing down our walls
We are done, when
The lie becomes the forged duality
We are lost, when
Hopeless dreams derive from tainted purity

Love is not a way to seek reprise
The heart demands a sacrifice of old
Each new dawn beseeches zero compromise

We either live long enough to see our desires through and die alone without surmise

Or we strive to push through all the insalubrious conjecture long enough to see what's true

Sanctity, depravity, hand in hand echoing
Peace does not become the solution until chaos has its way without vision
We see ourselves wrought through trial of flame
Burnt by years of decimating neglect, impoverished longing for what soul would embrace our own

I see you, and I see the sun; blinding impressions waking every eye closed by incessant deception

I seek you, and I feel the earth beneath my soles; through embodied disposition, resonating "you have begun the right direction"

I feel you, and I feel a place to call my own

I want you, and I find peace of mind to  extricate the withering denial of prior disappointment

I need you, we feel the stark contrast of what was and begin anew

I want to spend my time and effort creating stronger paths that lead us to where we both desire to go

And the rest is misery
Fiery contemplation
Delerious disposition
An exposé of all we aren't
Indecision left at the crest of dawn
Seething repitiore in words and meaning, disdained and left to fester away from all that matters of the heart

We are strong, and the resolute sinks in

We are proud, and misery's addiction fades into oblivion

We are meant to be, savory, undeniable, absolute, fateless but reliably designed hand in hand

You are the string cut from the edge of the woven cloth, I am the seam with withered edges; our hearts the hands that begin to write anew the chapter which binds our ties; our shared strength lies in the knots we bound

Suffer never again
Cry never alone
Waste no time nor effort
Be as one to behold

We are living apart, together
Someday soon, we live as one
We forge sanctuary beyond all weather
In due time, our strife be done

You are my revelry
You are my empathy
You are my fateless waltz into the unknown
You are my dawn, my night, my favored tone
You are my heart
You are my warmth
You are the glow with which I have to guide my path
You are my undeniable way home

But do you feel a semblance?...
BethMaria Dec 2020
humans are the most pathetic species on earth,
they have no content;
no happiness,
no compromise,
no nothing.
so they ruin things over and over
and try to make themselves feel good by bragging about there misfortune,
and people pity them
when actually the ones who suffer the most are the ones who stay silent because they aren't allowed to talk.
don't worry about fate darling,
even if she got it bad for you
don't worry about things breaking,
even if I'm not there to fix it for you
for even fate follows her foreseen immutable road,
while you push on looking for some inviolate abode.
This is goodbye, my friend. I bid you farewell. I hope you find what you're looking for.
Chelsea Dec 2020
Wake up, wake up
The Whole World Is Watching
And your skin is crawling
I wonder why it's
Bubbling, boiling
Is it alive or am I?
Lifting the digital lid to let them in
Feeds that feed my insatiable hunger
For what my ex is doing now
Soon becomes irrelevant
When people are dying

Who will lose their life
In front of the next camera?
Why does it take so much
Just to open our eyes ?
Just to listen, just
Sit down
Get off him, please

Please.

I don’t want to hear another mother
Crying for her son
Another wife sister brother
I don’t want to watch their children
Learn why their daddy died
I don’t want to be this detached
From loss of life because I’ve lost my life
I don’t want to hear from a clown
Or discuss his position, even his mind
I refuse him my energy
I know big and he is the smallest
What is a President
Sorry, who?
What government
The one that destroys us?
Puts everyone in in cages, our strongest men, our brightest children
Makes us watch
From our couches
From our desks
Because we are that good at multitasking
Pillaging, ******, recognizing
Shrugging and closing the door
The powerful people killing real people of power
Of using color to teach color and power flowing
To keep it going
What does it mean
To put a human beneath you
We were not made for this
But we built it anyway
Was I made for this?
I don’t want to be here
God, I am lucky to be here
I am here

And it doesn’t take long
Not to be
Delyla Nunez Dec 2020
Oh you’re back.
How was the trip?
Wait you need to do what?
You can’t right now though..
Really?.. that bad.
Well then.. okay. Guess it’s your turn.

Hi nice to meet you, we’ll get to names later.
She almost did it.
God you should’ve seen it.
But that’s done and over with.
No more you after all.
I’ve held her ground. I picked up the pieces. I saw her sink.
But I’ve seen her pick herself up. I watched her clean her mess. I saw her rise.
She thinks she needs someone and she truly doesn’t.
That’s why she has me.
Oh and I’m not good with names.. see ya.
VALE  OF  TEARS  


Imagination,  
Briskly; my heart
left me
wandering,
pondering wh't  

I wondering,
roaming for,

Searching fortune
in vain.  

Vanity,
Vanish like chaff
before the wind and as
puff of a blunt's  
blown.

Life,
None;
Nothang don't
last fore'er they
come and
gone.

Pain,
Misery; can't find  
my scars.

I keep her memories.  
Reminiscence, obviously
she wasn't holy.  

The false isn't true
but yet tried replaced  
the truth.

Fruits,
Blessed the seeds;
Let the youths
truthful, fruitful.

Plenty Roses,  🌹🌹 🌹
🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹
🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹
🌹🌹🌹🌹  
somethang seasoning;
My heart ♥ Softly
filled with a specific  
fragrance sublime
and lovely.

My heart,
Opened; to love before I
returned to my dust.
I'ma be ghost.

#c9_fm
plat Nov 2020
We are all the same
Human nature stays forever
Greed, pity, jealousy

What brings a man to **** another man
When is it that enough is enough

Have We yet changed
From the dukes and kings of yore

What is enough for one man
What will be enough for one man
What ever was enough for one man

Times have yet changed
From the time of thinkers
And the times of sticks and stones
We can put a man on the moon quite easily
But its human nature to fall

What makes We different from Them
From the animals around
Because We build machines
Because We destroy the world
and one another.
Seriously **** life.
Mitch Prax Nov 2020
It was
a bad year for all,
but 2020 is
merely an illusion.
The arrow of time will
forever stretch in the direction
of chaos and
misery.
Grace McDonough Nov 2020
Memory is a sick lie
A joke
We choke on
Collectively

Memory is rose gold
Damp with mold
Stretched thin and wide

It fills me with hope
That the evil eye
Will not abide by human law

and let truth preside
Over memory
Its invertebrate spine

Clenches
Withholds
The pain growing mold

The rage that burned
Holes
In your favorite sweater

The silence that follows
Time not spent
Alone

Tastes like sour
black coffee
Left out

Old times
Are not the happy ones
They are all sprinkled

With a misery
That precedes
Your lie of a life.
we never remember things for what they are
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