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tmartin May 2020
words aren't insisting
to be enshrined in poems.
i'm forgetting you
amy May 2020
Exhaustion seeps out of my sockets
Backed into a corner
Pinned to the wall by pain
Sorrow clouds the room as it starts to rain

Take me to the roof top
Stay here just for comfort
Delay the desertion  
If you need me
I’ll be sleeping

Cross the road
Hand in hand
Fingernails digging in
Suffering locked to my skin

I’ll be the messenger
Tell every single part of me
Your agenda today is
To bury yourself and bleed
Harshada sanap Apr 2020
Ek khata karna chahti hu ,
Tumse tumhara kuch churana chahti hu,
Nahi!  Dil apna rakhlo , Mai bas tumhari
Bechainiya bantna chahti hu ..
Fasle bohot hai tumhari ungliyo me ,
Bas unhe mitana chahti hu ,
Aankho me Jo savaan  liye ghum rahe ** tum, unhe khubsurat rango me tabdil karna chahti hu ...
Bas ek khata karna chahti hu ,
Tumse tumhara kuch churana chahti hu ...
Mana ki thokare kahi khayi hai tumne aur darr bhi lagta hai aitbaar karne Mai ..par bas ek khata karna chahti hu ke tumse dard ki dhup chura Kar , marham ki chaav lapetna chahti hu..bas ek khata karna chahti hu ..ke tumse tumhara kuch churana chahti hu

-Harshada sanap
"Dawn"
I wonder where the prayers went...after years spent sitting in the darkness looking for a change that never came...it never came...and...
Where Is My Diamoonnnd!!!!???
All I Have is coal...
And why....
Why can't I have 3 wishes at least?...
Because change never came...it never came...
Only the Storm remained.
But when being present was a requirement, there transpired a lucid calm...
Mmm...
If only it could be grasped like bed sheets the night the Storm was conceived...
Oh I wish those knees could have been broken!!!...
So they wouldn't have opened to receive...seed...or conceive...
Forgive me..
I pray for a mime to be a fly on the wall of these thoughts!!
I pray the clouds part so the sun can shine and you find rest..
Because....  
Everything's better when you are asleep...
Suffering through your Own nightmares...
What happened to the maternal instinct purposed to protect you, nurture you to a point of functionality?
Is there such thing as functional with you?...
Or
Did you wear out your place of origin to where you're no longer sought for or welcomed?
Was it a joy to desert such a never ending storm?
Is there no remorse?
Not for your abandonment...but for society...
No thought for the trail of derailed strangers who will never forget the name of the tornadic soul who impacted them tragically...?
Tragic....
Your calms last long enough to fall in love with the beauty in between..and it is so beautiful.
But...
Not long enough to prepare for your next season...and...
Why.....
Why won't you learn to warn your lovers?
So they may brace for...
Dawn...
Oh...
But...wait...
Look...
The sun...
The sun is coming...
The heavens still love me...
So...
Since the sun is out,
I love you...
Sweet dreams.
~Say Dat~
This is dedicated to those who have suffered emotional abuse....
A woman sits in the dark, talking to her drunken sleeping abusive lover...
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