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Mystic Ink Plus Sep 2020
In love
You become
A prisoner
Yet
You don't want
To be free
Genre: Observational
Theme: Paradox
Paul Idiaghe Aug 2020
submerged in a cascade of
cacophony, my pieces wade
like fish, into semptember's silvery net
so its plundering pull would heave them
                                                          ­       out
from their misery, grant them purpose
in the mouths of fortunes, that gobble them
as delicacies;  they wither, till my egg-fragile
                                                          heart
unravels itself, savors the warmth
of the virgo sun, and hatches
immaculately, into me.
Gary Cuming Aug 2020
Help
Nothings new
Nothings the same
Nobody yearning
No one to blame
Pretentious thoughts
Relentless smiles
Bloodthirsty thoughts
Sinless flesh defiled
                                                         ­       It hurts
Pointless meetings
Insipid friends
Effusive pretenders
Matching the trend
World keeps turning
Illusions are gone
Within the abyss
The demons belong
                                                          ­ I’m scared
Watching from the shadows
Eyes glazed with sweat and fear
Dripping with anticipation
The reckoning draws ever near
Every muscle turns into venom
Every nerve stabs at my chest
Every breath secretes a wanting
Every inch, every piece, possessed
                                             I want to go home
The darkness elicits it’s own revulsion as the ***** becomes one with the night.
Chaos bleeds its emancipation, as hysteria shrouds the light
Cold metal evokes a black compulsion, that thrives within a mask of desire
Salt water entices the sinister passion
Oozing dreadful love, dank and dire
                        Please. No. Please. No. Please.
A sweet sound fills every moment
Divinity within every touch
Lifetimes pass as stars are reborn
Delightful whimpers destroy the hush
                                               Please. I beg you.
Nothing’s real
Nothing’s fun
Same old morning
Same old sun
Lifeless morning
Worthless day
Deathly palour
Cold and grey
                                                            ­              ...
Karijinbba Aug 2020
And so many dreams
do not breathe
in the face of a harsh reality
or drowning in the shock silence
of a lovely once upon a time
ancient scripted surprice.

Playing old sad unkind songs
can't help much either
Only loves songs pry open
the gold lack, gold key mystery.
Spilling ones gold heart out
loud and clear is point key.

Understanding others
and self is fundamental
fireworks delight;
winning trust,
Your gold key lover mine
opens my gold lock.
~~~~~~
By: Karijinbba
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Revised 08-2020-
No more sad songs please play some nice music let the music play I want to dance the night away untill this misery subsides
the blade burn of gaps.
Rohit Goyal Aug 2020
I often get lost in questions that I don't want answers to
How did I even get here? Which road did I take?
I look at the world outside, death and decay, blood soaked soil,
glimpses of light shining on shards of glass like spoils of war
I laugh at how similar it is, to the world inside, still in turmoil

I wonder why can't I hear the sound of the approaching hurricane
maybe I'm playing our song, too loud in my head, maybe I'm still there
A flood of memories sweep me off my feet and the delusions shatter
I can see the storm approaching, with all of it's might
but if I am being honest, it doesn't really matter

I am soaked in the rain again, just like I was many years ago
When it didn't represent misery, when it didn't bring me pain
I just want to be drenched and happy but nothing feels the same anymore
It ***** how everything that you think you enjoy can turn to ****
I guess the little pleasures you brought in my life also walked out the door

I can see the long tough road and the sleepless nights ahead of me
I can see the battles to be fought and I know we'll not pass unscathed
I know I could still smile at the end, as long as I'm standing there with you
But I don't know how to stand back up and fight this battle anymore
I guess you can never really win a battle where the victory doesn't want you
دema flutter Aug 2020
don't let
the ship sink,

and if
it happens,

don't
leave me
behind,

drown me
in your love.
titanic
Coleen Mzarriz Aug 2020
There he goes
scraping his last worn-out scars
gripping the tune of
his harsh breathing
could've been if he was
the brave man
he ever showed.

Harmonized with his rusty guitar
sang an unfamiliar lullaby
hummed in different tones,
as he silently uttered a profanity
and there goes him,
let out a clamor
no one will ever heed.

As his visions turned blurry,
the fussing rasps of his voice
can only be grasped
by the mist of death
and there he goes,
sang a weeping lullaby
beside him was the woman
who so abode with eternal chaos.

And then together, a wayfarer
amid the longing dawn,
the sun shall never rise again.
From the tune of the brave man,
he quieted the chattering misery of
the goddess of the night.
The brave Man and the Goddess of the night.

p.s you can also listen to ‘I Promise’ by Radiohead.
Letters from Lia Jul 2020
I have a strange mind —
It only remembers things
that are too cold
and tragic

I have a strange mind —
It only remembers misery,
grief and torments

In my sleep
my mind only gives me
ceaseless nightmares

Sometimes my mind
would go on a quest
in search of a speck
of hope
only for it to get lost

Sometimes my mind
creates moments of bliss
but I can only see
void
or maybe
there's really nothing to see.

I have a strange mind
and I'm starting to wonder
maybe my mind
can only recall moments
that are real.
Siin.li

When can I taste a bit of happiness?
Dr Zik Jul 2020
Ah!
Dr Zik Poetry
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Amanda Kay Burke Jul 2020
I am sorry that I am a hopeless mess
Waste of space
Broken at best
Words my comfort when taken by fear
Times I can't face who's waiting in the mirror
I want pain to end so I can be free
The overwhelming misery
I try to pause
Breathe deep and slow
Anxiety will not let me go
And I want to change
Be happy once more
I'll never get back the life I had before
Just make the world disappear for awhile
Then maybe I'd remember how to smile
It's been so long I think I've forgotten how it feels to laugh
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