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Jonathan Moya Sep 10
I’m getting giddy
as the summer fades
into  yellow fall,
and the sky father
grants me the comfort
of storing his favor
on my tongue-
enough to close my eyes
and know that it will last  
for the coming snow,
the clean pure white that
will eventually evaporate as one
in the hibernating warmth
always underneath.
K J Samuel Sep 10
I prefer to remain unknown,
Even to myself, opening up,
Part of me leaves it with you,
Parts I cannot lose.

My form from the former of,
The firmament, I’m told there’s
Only grey, only what man can
Stand but surely healer,

The dance of angels flickering,
Dark shows us the way, through the,
Grey into the light of day, show us,
A way from the darkness at bay,

I ask of you which parts of ,
Me you need to keep pent up,
Bound and kept from me,
Bound but surely jailer,

The flickering of demons, shimmering,
Gloaming shows us another through the,
Light into the dark of night, obscure us,
From the light of day, my favourite game,

My form now in the form of,
The corruptor of the firmament,
Only sickened black, Only what man,
Stands but surely never,

I need to lose but surely healer,
A way from the darkness at bay,
Bound but surely jailer,
The piercing light of day.

I must remain unknown,
Jumbled thoughts in my scatter-brained domain,
Parts of my essence, I share with you,
Wild chaos, my mind we must subdue.

Our form, a cosmic creation I am,
Whispered secrets, in grey, I comply,
Bafflingly told man’s realm viewed,
Stand firm, heal, in the tumultuous brew.

Angels cohort, flicker in the void,
Lost in the labyrinth, shadows deployed,
Guidance in chaos, through the murky hue,
Unrestrained journey, a delirious breakthrough.

Verily I question you, what's within to lock,
Thoughts to confine, in madness we frock,
Bounded and concealed, reality askew,
In this disarray, guardianship’s review.

Angels’ wild dance, sparks do ignite,
A Chaotic romp, through the grey light,
Into the day’s revelry, a mind askew,
Unravelling the night, in unhinged debut.

Demons flicker, a shimmering gleam,
In the eerie twilight, a bewildering dream,
Through the light’s abyss, we eschew,
Madness obscuring, as we spiral through.

In this form, a shaper of discord, I yearn,
Sickened blackness, man’s world we spurn,
Unshackled, a healer in this retinue,
In the chaos’ maelstrom, we’ll discern the truce.

To lose and find, in this madness I embrace,
A path through insanity, in this bewildering space,
Confined and unshackled, a paradoxical crew,
In the relentless glare, our minds we’ll place anew.

I must remain unknown,
Disjointed thoughts are my azure domain,
Bits of my essence, I share with who?
Wild chaos, our minds we must renew.

My form, a cosmic creation, am I?
Whispered truths, in light, we climb,
Secretly told, our realms view,
Stand firm, heal, in the tumultuous brew.

Angels thoughts, flicker in the firmament,
Found in the labyrinth, shadows destroyed,
Guidance in chaos, through the murky blue,
Unrestrained journey, a delirious breakthrough.

I answer you, what's within to lock?
Bounded and concealed, reality askew,
Thoughts to confine, in madness we frock,
In this disarray, guardianship’s review.

Demons wild dance, embers are ignited,
Chaotic romp, through the grey blight,
Into the day’s revelry, a mind askew,
Unravelling the night, in unhinged debut.

Angels flicker, a shimmering gleam,
In the eerie twilight, a damaged seam,
Through the light’s abyss, we eschew,
Madness obscuring, as we power through.

In this form, a shaper of discord, I burn,
Sickened blackness, man’s world we churn,
Unshackled, a healer in this retinue,
In the chaos’ maelstrom, we’ll discern the truth.

To lose and find, in this madness I embrace,
A path through insanity, in this bewildering space,
Confined and unshackled, a paradoxical view,
In the relentless glare, our minds we’ll place anew.
Peter Garrett Sep 10
I could never write
Anything remotely
As flawless as you do
So I'll fake it until
Someday I can find
Beauty in words too
It's hard not to feel like a fraud among such amazing writers here at hepo.
MadameClaws Sep 9
i ****** handfuls of sand
and envisage i am an hourglass.
i enumerate the seconds in my head,
but my fingers leak more grains
than i can keep pace with,
far too fleeting to be unerring.
this nonsuccess only induces me
to think of time and its relativity;
of a man who complains that it’s only tuesday,
of a man who complains that it’s already tuesday.
i dub my left hand frank,
and my right jacob,
then wonder why it’s still monday.
how long has it been monday?
Fervent opening of night, melted amethyst defaming the credibility of my tastebuds, salty metal binding the aftertaste to unswallowed misery; tongue wrapped over its plastic sheath, unsustainable portrayal of self-abandon.
I am striving to comprehend and picture a former partner's depression and self-hatred through intuitive, immediate writing, where her subconscious is bathed in shame, negative self-talk, guilt, and wounds that open, uncleaned by herself or others. My own hands are stained, wrapping myself around her, aiming to alter her misery, which found a stable companion in me; suffocating myself in self-abandonment.
Sleepy Dori Sep 8
Suffering
borne by each being
Plays no role in determining
fast or slow, our planet's spinning

In question of meaning
some believe it's God's doing;
Will and endurance tested
is an act of reverence proven

I'd resort to a poem
It's, at least some entertainment
Seeing all sorts of pain squeezed
into a handful of rhyming bitterness

If suffering is bound to happen
Let us raise our glasses
in honor of blood and tears
Say, in poetry, we trust
White Eagle Sep 8
On one side are past traumas
The other side the audience
There's a mountain to explain, and attention spans are razor thin
So to cut the message across, brevity I'm told is key
You hold on to the edges of your seat
But I'm hiding behind me
The 'Me' is an empty shell, inside it stuffed with things
conformity, fear of being judged, and smiles
there's ego, pride and shame, all of them raised up by fear
birthed by the illusion of control
and so the story goes:
there was pain, there was hurt
there was heart, and there was love
Iasmi Sep 8
I was born that way, my vessels ran on poison, not on blood
You knew it since day one, poison ivy is what they fed me to survive
There's no room for happy endings here, just a funeral for my broken heart.
You lured me in a cage, other than my mind
Let me out once in a while only to taste the sweetness that is freedom melt in my tongue
So you'd lock me back in and impoverish me little by little every time you got the chance.  
I yelled through the burning railings of that jail for a surgeon as soon as I realised you had betrayed my trust
'Cause if only someone could give me a lobotomy, half my sufferings would've already been long forgotten and done.
You had always known my greatest enemy has been my brain
All its delusions, all the memories it still persists on replaying
You exploited this lost love I kept on mourning
As if suddenly the world had run out of  honourable men,
As if I was a pockmarked ridicule ****** in exile forced to look in
To all the things I had but was punished for wanting
I've laid my ***** hands on the holy potion that was only designed for the illustrious mortals
Or at least that's how the legend has been told.
What a shame my lover hunted me down with the rest of the peasants and threw me in the pyre
Where did you get the nerve to stand right across me after the turntables and ask for mercy?
You lend your hand to the tormented witch to hold on to before you went ahead and stabbed it
Had my arteries cut with medical precision as if killing me had all along been your master scheme
Why was I supposed to sit and take it while you deprived me of every little bit of dignity and life I had left in me?
Did it make you feel more alive seeing me pleading in the name of our love as you pushed me closer to the verge of death?
Once you traded me for a couple of bucks and praises with the Hopkins, your "I love you's" echoed all the way down to the grim reaper's canyon
The sound pierced my ears as the flames started to dissolve my skin.
You could've done both of us a favour if you had just stayed in your lane
An egoist can never tell when to stop,
A narcissist never knows their place
And no one hates more than I, talking smack about the one I love the most
But we both knew you'd repeatedly choose your ego over my well being
Thus you had no right claiming you were simply acting out of humane instinct
Never minded my origin till it felt convenient
Used it as an excuse to justify your blemished course of action
Swore to your own that you were under my spell
Though I bet it felt empowering when you spread my legs open on your allies' chambers and pulled my hair.
You managed to get under a witch's skin
And that doesn't mean I didn't like it, I'm not one to go back at my word  
Is it possible for the greedy to finally have had enough?
Could the conventional ones tardily revolt?
Or did the poison they fed me maim you too
When it found its way out of my neck and straight onto your mouth?
In this open grave lies a sad truth, other than my now lifeless body;
You weren't cut out for falling in love,
You weren't made for the real thing.
Somehow you've broken the status quo, went ahead and did it
You've loved for the first and last time
If I had known how this would end I'd vehemently take it all back
Because in the process you turnt me into damaged goods
I gave you more than you could possibly pray for
Yet you sacrificed me to the god's of your bluest blues.
I fight the urge to scream and take a stand against all this unfairness
You'd most likely howl back “life's not fair” anyway
With that same cold stone look you gave me
When you shrieked “Don't toss rocks at her, just throw her in the fire!”
I'd been on my knees wearing my heart on my sleeve since you disclosed your last move in this fatal match of chess.
How naive of you to think I'd offer you a free pass just because you were the one that got away!
I held hostage your queen, slit that pretty little throat of hers which you adore in two
Didn't you regret it all when you saw me blood-soaked in the whirlpool?
We all have our weaknesses, we all have our pain
But you chose to bury me, instead of being the one who stayed.
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