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S Dec 2020
I burned my hand making Christmas cookies
for my small chosen family-
hoping that it is enough to thank them
for keeping me from falling headfirst
and loosing myself to my own mind.
I'm Hot.
Why am I here, thoughts elude me.
Sound engulfs me,
Sight is a blur.
Tears stream down my cheeks
It's too much.
I leave,
back-turned.
I'm Cold.
Emptiness fills me.
Desire fights reason.
To little
I go again,
Around me, things focus_
My senses roar to life
I join,
my mind floods.
it's unfamiliar.
I'm Warm.
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Pachi Nov 2020
Bling
Bling
...
Bling

The bombardment of messages was deafening
Every new message pounded at my head
As I wore a pillow over my head, protecting

Bling

My eyes closed shut as my body shook
Rage started to brew, but
I knew better than to look
At the betraying notifications, this much was true

Bling

Overwhelmed,
desperate,
frustrated,
disappointed­

Bling

"Patterns seemingly can't be broken"
Were some of the last thoughts on my brain
As I fell into a deep sleep in a sea of tears

Bling
Just some feelings I've felt as of late. Considering the pandemic and the lockdown, I haven't been taking care of myself all that too well in communicating with the outside world.

This is a short way of putting my feelings out there, but also an opportunity to try to connect with others who are feeling the same way at the moment. We got this. The year is almost over. Reach out to close friends and family members. Make new connections. And if you just need a stranger to vent out, message me. Keep pushing through :)
Grey Nov 2020
Lost boys
Running down the streets
Cutting corners in their haste
To get away from life.
11/17/2020
Inspired by Lost Boy by Ruth B.
Vincent Legrand Nov 2020
things are ok
until you’re not

sure anymore
if this particular thing
is part of the everything

that will fall into place
in the end
Vincent Legrand Nov 2020
i command my thought queen
to keep her revolting peasants in order
until i remember
she’s a queen of the people
2am post-crying fit writings
R L Oct 2020
So much pressure
So much pain
I can’t help but
Feel a drain
of emotions
It’s hard to tell
which words should stay
Unspoken
I don’t know how to rhyme, still a beginner
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