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The Writer Jun 2017
What they don't understand
is that I need to feel broken
I need to destroy myself
instead of those around me

Because how do I feel
unless I cut cut cut
Cut away the emotions
and cover it with pain

The scars may not disappear
nor the endless grief
but at least for a moment
it will all fade away

A ticking time bomb
Destructive for all
That is all I am
and that is all I'll ever be
M Norris Jun 2017
I hear your heavy breath as you lie next to me. You struggled not for the first time to get on the bed, which you know is by invitation only. In out, in out. The pattern is soothing yet it troubles me that your golden muzzle is turning silver. Snoring now, I smile as you fall deeper and deeper into puppy dreamland. Where do you go on these journeys? Back to playful puppyhood? Chasing the wind, nipping at wafting dandelion seeds? Am I with you in that moment? Throwing a stick for you, or rolling alongside you in the waving grass? You are a true and loyal friend. Our time is now, in the moment, and for every moment after. Even if I have to lift you onto the bed, which you know is by invitation only.

Come on up old pup.
This prose is dedicated to my aging dog, Oblio. It is very close to my heart.
Star BG Jun 2017
The mind is an endless maze,
that calls to be investigated,
and be challenged as each brain cell opens.

The heart is a sacred temple,
that summons in song to investigate,
and live inside as one awakens to find peace.

The moment is a gift divine,
that ticks with the motions of a tock to explore.
Investigate as one masters
Earths Game before going home.


StarBG © 2017
Loyal inspired me with his poem Maze of Thought
The Writer Jun 2017
I love the way your eyes twinkle
with joy when you're proud
I love the way your mouth crinkles
as you laugh, booming and loud

I love the way you clean my mess
when I'm too lazy to care
I love the way you put up with my sass unless
I'm being especially unfair

I love the way you can find
whatever I have lost
I love the way you always remind
me of things I seem to have forgot

Lastly, I love the way you know
I love you, even when I never say so

I love you, Dad
The Writer Jun 2017
L’appel du vide

The call of the void
Is a deadly call indeed
Scary and sudden
It can lead to temptation

Like the forbidden fruit
Giving fruition to feelings
Twisted to most
But alluring to some

What if you...?

No, you shouldn't.

Fear the the dark call
For it comes unexpectedly
At the most inopportune time

A gaping chasm
Swallowing all other thoughts
Instantaneous and all-consuming
L’appel du vide
L'appel du vide
literally "the call of the void", is a French phrase used to refer to intrusive thoughts or the urge to engage in a self-destructive behavior during everyday life.
Nic Loria Jun 2017
it is all but
Lovers
whose smile extended to their ears
indulging the moment. it
is just light afterall
reflecting the minuest
of ****** expressions
suspended and trapped
on sheets of film. thus
to create illusions of eternity
light must be held captive -
a victim
by flashes
lasting
a heartbeat.

it is none
but a failed attempt
of a millisecond
to preserve

Love.
David Cunha Jun 2017
Each lives inside everyone;

We have little versions of others  pumping hearts
Sharing words with us;
An image, well more than that,
                           It's as if each one
                           Was a poem, a half-living poetry in motion
                           And it's good to talk with those.

Yet sometimes I have to put them all out to sleep,
Sometimes I need a moment with the dark.
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