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Tony Tweedy Dec 2020
I remember how it felt and every dark and angry pain,
the feeling of tender soreness from every ache and throbbing sprain.

I remember ruptured internals and the fire of an appendix burst,
and the excruciating agony at every touch that was loudly cursed.

I remember the touch of many physical pains that left me feeling sore,
But nothing hurts so much as that last time you left my door.
Some wounds just refuse to heal and some pain never abates.
I'm down on the floor,
beggin' You,
my True Faithful Amen,
because it's up to You.
not ending this with, 'amen' -
it's not done, it doesn't end,
not until I see,
my Amen face to face,
saved from this place.
@author_venjarnold
beggin', floor, face to face, part 3 of 3, Birds of December, a nobody, painfully written, writers write, poetry, writers of instagram
Ave Maria Dec 2020
Shards of broken glass across the floor
Mirrors smoking up, my reflection paling as I try my hardest to hold onto my own frail skin
A nightmare I did not expect to greet, a fate that I cannot fleet from
Precious black petals from roses falling to the ground, the twisted thorns painfully surrounding my poor heart
Rain heavily pouring from the sky as the angels cry with anguish
Darling, I have lost you for now, but not forever..
At least that’s what I tell myself
Broken as I ever could feel, I slowly lower my shaking body to the ground
I feel so cold, so empty
Ravenously longing for your sweet, warming embrace
The long curtains swaying quickly as the wind blows violently
The sweet but haunting melodic church bells ringing again and again, reminding me this is all truly and painfully real
Tortured by this grief I shall be, forevermore
Until we meet again.
Was inspired by an Evanescence song and put this poem together.
megan Nov 2020
everything hurts
my head, my heart, my lungs
because everything i thought,
everything i felt,
every breath i took,
started with you.

and somehow, it still ends with you.
The apple of my eye
The sun in my sky
Even though it feels like needles in my nerves
I keep those memories close by
On my toast I’m smearing strawberry preserves
The day that I’ve gotten justice is the day he’ll get what he deserves
I’m manifesting my own death
Fantasizing taking my last breath
I can’t melt my favorite wax cubes because all they do is remind me of you
I can’t listen to my favorite song because all I hear when I listen is your sweet little voice singing along
His heart was in my wallet
I’m crying cause I called it
I wrap an arm around myself in attempts to find some solace but I’m missing my other half
I tell myself I know where I’m going but I’m scared to continue down this dark and narrow path
But I know I’ve got to be strong
I don’t want to be where I don’t belong
I swear these days are getting real long
I don’t like to admit when I’m wrong
Van Xuan Nov 2020
The only reminder I gave to her

"Usted siempre sera mi siempre"
"You will forever be my always"
Ashlyn Yoshida Nov 2020
Replace the memories with post-it notes.
Re-write the history that created who I am
those paragraphs of information erased from my thoughts.
I will save myself
sew and stitch my own flesh
and paint my bones
Creating new memories and paragraphs and post-it notes
Until I get it perfectly wrong
And my corkboard brain is covered in neon paper
and my hands are covered in paper cuts and glitter glue
and my heart becomes as covered
in as much barbed wire as there is stickers.
You have a face with many prominent features and a head full of science fictional creatures
I don’t know how to express my gratitude for the way you hold me and cling onto the thought of making me feel not so lonely
I don’t know how to say that I can’t feel anything over this deep seeded pain and I don’t want to hurt you for a vain and selfish gain because to hurt you is to hurt me
I just want to hold hands and listen to jpeg wearing your favorite sweater that you only bust out for a certain kind of weather but for now I’m putting all of that beside me
Nothing you can say or do can pull me out of this melancholic mood
I can’t help but always note a looming impending feeling of doom
I try to tell myself it’s nothing
But I can feel my heart decay
There’s still a hole where he was
I get up off of the pavement
I gently brush off the dust
No, this is all out of arrangement
I’m calling off this self proclaimed engagement
This sweater is not orange enough to cancel out my blues
I don’t want to straight out say I love you but I’m dropping clues
Oh god my heart is all mixed up in the heat of this moment
My head is telling me to stop but arguably this is more important
I’m trying to be an optimist
Telling myself the best is yet to come regardless
But all hopeful thinking has ever gotten me was a boy with two fists fulls of utz chips that stole my heart just to break it
The kind of betrayal that comes when you lose your soul mate to a vain fate and you wonder why weren’t you enough and the pain is so much you can’t take it
It feels like a knife in my chest because I know it’s not enough to hope for the best
I don’t think that this will hurt so bad but wow you’ve really put me up to the test
You can have the rest of me
Oh god this can’t be how it’s meant to be
I’m bitter, I’m feeling emotions bigger than the whole huge wide ocean
I know I need to fight to find the strength to keep my heart open  
These ***** rooms that smell of bleach
Pretty girls that do nothing but leech
I want to lick the grime off your bath tub and give you a nice back rub
I’m sorry that I still think of him I know you deserve the world and I want to give you nothing but that
Somehow I will find a word to describe the way you make my heart rock and my toes pop when we’re in your bed listening to mumble rap
I’m sorry this poem is so long and I’m sure by now you’re starting to feel your brain cells rot
I know I’m overthinking it so I’ll put down my keyboard and just ******* stop
Kerstin Oct 2020
****.
Hot, wet, nasty and painful.
Why is that all they want to do?

I just want someone to hold my hand,
make me smile and laugh.
Why cant I find someone who wants that too?
I'm not hard to please.
Phanindra Prasad Oct 2020
It bleeds,
It tears the heart apart in itself,
It is really painful,
I realize that It would **** my move.
It would break my mind,
When I will realize that you would forsake me,
And leave me alone to walk,
In this lonely dark grove,
I would suddenly die,
I would try to cry,
To save my soul from breaking,
I would be silent for days
I would fast,
And I might leave this World
I would pray for another time,
For another journey together
To be with you
Together to sleep forever,
And wake up again.
It was written by the author in his melancholic time.
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