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Nylee May 18
The aftermath
heartening and disheartening
it is coming and yet to come
the life is changing and about to change
the mistrust is sown in
the paranoia has kicked in
what has become is the new norm
the health and wealth both targeted
the life before were golden years
and the sad news future unfolds
it is better to stay locked in
the outside view is foreign
and the level is increasing
difficulties arising
cyclone circling at coasts
everywhere I look is turning red
I just wish the roof holds up good
I fear what more is to come.
one step outside
and thousand thoughts in my head
five feet distance to maintain
the mask, check
the gloves, check
can I breath, I don't know
my heart pounding, yes
it is crazy, I know
but paranoia won't go
Empty streets, here I come
got to stock up the essentials
Who've sent a demon to rest on my shoulder?
Who's trying to tear my life apart?
I'm gonna keep my eyes open wide
'Cause the Evil never dies.

Y'all wanna rob my bones,
Y'all wanna knock me cold,
Y'all wanna cast me shadows!

Wanna make me think you killed the sun...wanna make me think you killed the sun?
I know it ain't night;
lies, lies, lies.

Won't let God speed me ****.
I've been sailing on a bed of thorns for years now:
Is that what you get for begging for a blessing?
Ha, genies never make the grind easy, don't they?

Y'all wanna rob my bones,
Y'all wanna knock me cold,
Y'all wanna cast me shadows!

Wanna make me think you killed the sun...wanna make me think you killed the sun?
I know it ain't night;
lies, lies, lies.

Bring me back to my womb,
Oh Mother I'm scared.
Break the spell that feel on me.
My native tongue is French, but I've been challenging myself to write in English.
Grey Apr 22
The threat has gone away,
but still the fear stays..
Don't feel this way anymore, but might as well post anyway.
Pour une toile fraîchement peinte
Où j’ai mis mon âme et le reste aussi
Sur une peinture franchement sainte
Où j'ai mis fortune en pari,
Et je perdus le reste ainsi

Cette ville qui ne dort jamais
La ville de la nuit
Que l'on ne quitte jamais
Celle que l'on fuit,
Trottoirs où le soleil nous cuits

Une nuit en la ville,
Mille soleils, le Paris d’ici
Où j'erre en pauvre imbécile
Les secondes de ciel amincies
J'en tire mon mal comme un cheval docile

Le diable se cache parmis nous
Est-ce que tu le crois ?
Il réside chez les rois comme chez les fous
Cheval de Troie
Une Percée dans les étoiles, notre seul toit

La ville des lumières éteintes
Bidonville de lumières mortes
La cité des lumières saintes
Aux visages de toutes sortes
Pas besoin des clés de la ville pour ouvrir ses portes

La cité des vivants,
Un Hadès aux yeux de tous
La cité des mourants
L’ombre où les maux des hommes poussent
Et les pauvres de leurs malheurs toussent

En ce jour aux nuages ocre
Les feux sont déjà tombés, n'ayez crainte
Les humeurs et les airs âcres,
Déjà les ruisseaux et leurs teintes,
Ont découlés des rues comme une plainte
Grey Apr 20
I don't really like this one, but it was how I felt that day so I want to keep it up as a tribute to that I guess
Grey Apr 19
My heart once drummed a steady tune
Like a contented wanderer it continued on,
s l o w
repeating, repeating, repeating.

But like the wanderer, it sensed you
a disturbance in the equilibrium.
The drum solo arrived, a fast-paced melody

     a     i
  e          n
l                g
                 ­                                     singing.
                   ­                                                   And then...
                                                         ­                                   stopping.
Only to continue again,
just as quick, throbbing just the same.


This time...

The wanderer sensed danger.

This time...

The adrenaline filled my veins
as you filled my gaze
and it was too late.
It's been a rough day. I'm super stressed and anxious. My brain knows that it's probably over nothing but my head, stomach, and heart think otherwise.
Keebo Apr 11
These four walls, they talk to me
Reminding me that time is temporary
And everyone will leave eventually
These four walls are the same four walls
That scare me, they close in without actually moving

These four walls, they are watching me
They wait till I’m asleep so they can shout
What a waste of space I’ve been
These four walls are the same four walls
That haunt me, they hold memories of things I don’t ever want to see

But these four walls know the real me
They know me better than anybody
They know everything about my story
And they will keep it between themselves for eternity
Habiba Apr 8
I put on a weary eye,
Submit to the night sky,
And then I write;
Of how the kaleidoscope colors,
Are now melancholia infused.
Of how the travelers have become vigilant,
Of how the birth of every dawn,
Has become impotent.
Of how the nothing has become our everything,
Of how I can’t even have a chicken wing.
Of how I’m livin’ the highest of highs,
And the lowest of lows…
The night time sits on my chest,
The melancholia starts to infest,
My very mount Everest.
The darker hues unfold,
I ponder upon the untold,
Stuck on the highway of uncertainty,
My blood may never rejoice in harmony.
So, I put on a teary eye,
Wishing for it all to leave with the tide.
I wrote this piece at the later hours of the night as I was consumed by the fear of losing my loved ones abroad to a ******* virus. It's been years since I've had such crippling paranoia..
CAL Apr 2
i like to sleep
i enjoy my nightly release from this realm
but it's very easy for one thing
to ruin it all
to send into stage 3 or 4 panic
i sit on my floor
next to a stripped bed
and rock slowly
back and forth
instead of sleep
i wish the kid without paranoia
were me
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