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Arianna Feb 9
The North stretches out,
Heading East over fields of snow.

The forest stares back,
Never twice with the same face.

And I marvel at the ribbons
Trailing from my feet:

Anchorless, cut loose,
Roots swallowed somewhere among the trees...
Staring out the window...

Yo-Yo Ma and the Silk Road Ensemble - "Beyond the Horizon" album

Colter Wall - "Sleeping on the Blacktop"
Thomas Feb 2018
Frosty Beer Bottle
Revisit Never The Norm
   An Old Life Dies
Hunter hunt Feb 2017
At home I'm alone
In life its a lie
I have a shadow
but it taunts me
it laughs and punches me
but when I go to my bedside
in the dark I cant see it
I think its gone
like a shadow
but the next morning
it waits to start the day
and torture me some more
Its the tormentor and i'm its prey.
STLR Nov 2016
it looks like the inside of my cortex

Loose screws with a loose table for my verbal contortions

A few books and spells surrounded by potions

Vertical blinds shut tight, the way they were forced in

Mattress on the floor
tucked on top of a box spring

Fornication smell, but no room for my offspring

I don't live alone, instead, I live with these objects

Mac 27 inch, I pad that's never floods the room like CSI evidence

Solid speakers to echo feelings a resonance

Window closed, but when it's open the moonlight just settles in

This is my cave but, you can call it my residence.
when i lived with my ex..
Lost hopes Oct 2015
Remember the warmth of our body
No one else can tame and control me
Other than the ones I know as family
It's sad to see
The way you act is so empty
And it really ***** with things
That pain tho it really stings
I wish you fucken knew
The things I wouldn't Fucken do
Devin Ortiz Jun 2015
I remember you,
In the winter,  3am all those years ago.
It was freezing in the abandoned lot.
The cold iron barrel on your temple.

When you pulled the trigger,
There was no pulling through.
No grand victory over demons.
Just confusion in the lives you touched.

When you pulled the trigger,
Graduation didn't come.
College letters piled at the door.
Friends got a funeral instead of a party.

When you pulled the trigger,
You would never meet new friends
Inspiring them, nor be the shoulder old ones
Leaned on, empty feelings swelling.

When you pulled the trigger,
Your lover to be, lost herself.
The daughter was never born.
You never got to hear how you were her hero.

I remember that night,
Seared into my memories.
Of a champion, who wiped away the tears,
Said to himself no more.
Went home to his family who loved him.
Made life happen, and conquered
The depths of his own hell.
Mary Christopher Apr 2014
I took a step back
And took it all in,
Looking at this scene
As if it were a movie on the big screen
Projected up for everyone to see

And not until then did I realize
This is not my life anymore.
However much it used to be me
However much I want it to be
However much it used to mean to me
Simply does not matter
And I fear it never will again.

It's a twisted sort of funny
The way something can mean so much to you
But at the same time,
You can leave it all in an instant.
That was my life,
The scene I am standing here watching.

It's so strange,
Being on the outside.
I've never seen things this way before.
I guess that is part of leaving the past behind,
Leaving that part of you

And after you leave it
It begins to change
In ways you never could have expected,
But there is nothing you can do
For you are on the outside
Looking in on what you used to know.

And I guess this is when it hit me hardest,
Watching these people,
That maybe I was never a part of this,
Maybe this was never a part of me
For if it had been, if I had been,
Would they and I not feel a loss?
One of those holes you feel
Deep down inside of you.

I don't know what I was then,
But I was obviously never them,
For that hole is not there.
I don't feel its presence at least

And still, even though I am quite aware now
That they do not miss me
And I do not miss them,
I still feel something,
An indescribable feeling.
It's not pain but it's not happiness.
It's that in between that I've been feeling quite often lately.

I'm not sad that I left this world behind,
Nor am I happy.
I am indifferent to this world in the most emotional way possible.

I can't describe it,
But it is there.
I feel its presence eating slowly away at my soul,
But I could never even hope of explaining myself
But here I am anyway,


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