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Celestial Jun 4
Hopeful to not be tasteless,
I let you in to take a quick lookie.
You reached with intentions nameless,
and found my heart quite jankey.

Now out and melting in your hands,
The crimson essence drips.
All I can do is watch as if in the stands.
While I feel the smile on your lips.

The energy surrounds mine.
Trying to dig at my core.
As if it didn't cross a line,
Ignoring holes it tore.

Then I was claimed,
To be yours of course.
Your being was aflame.
Because I was the source.

My appearance to match,
Only your imagination's images.
as sweet as a cookie batch,
and no disposiotion to scrimmages.

Forgetting that cookies don't last.
After time they get eaten,
or become stale like the past.
Perfection achieved by being beaten.

Pressure makes diamonds,
You say I am no exception.
So I'll use my ribbons,
To give explanations.

And just like a cookie,
I will cover it up with sweetness.
Giving everyone a lookie.
Knowing I am tasteless.
Eyla Mar 17
To my person,
You are a sunshine on a gloomy day that
brings me hope.
The moon on my sleepless nights that
droves away the loneliness.
The stardust on the ocean that
brings me serenity.

The desire in me wants to keep you close,
But pity me, our universe didn’t give the permission.

In another life,
I hope we can shares stories with our favorite tea in hand, exchange our favorite books, and maybe— just maybe, we could shares
a blanket.
aha Mar 5
I fell through what felt like a void as the worst four years of my life passed

months felt like minutes and the clock made a game of going quicker to spite me

and all the while I withered like a houseplant locked in a closet

I cut myself off from everyone, even family. I wanted to hurt

hell had finally caught me
and I was being

now that I have crawled out, I look back at the person that I was as I was falling

and I don't like what I see
you know that feeling when you read an old poem you wrote a long time ago and suddenly you're fourteen and nothing will ever be good again haha yeah me neither
ghost man Dec 2023
taking the trash out one night,
i begin to fantasize about my own disappearance.

with the way it's raining, loud against the
metal of the house,
of the car,
of the little, singing bud in my ear,
i think to myself,
i don't think anyone would have seen this coming.

i find my place between the mazda and the bins,
walk there to the beat of this song which sounds
so much like an insistentlyapproaching bootfall,
and the bag is heavy as i swing it up and in,
and i return inside for the second.

right, the second.

i think about the documentary after i'm gone,
when they do the re-enactment.

and he walked inside again, mom will say and
dab at her eyes, for the second bag. i saw him, saw him go.

out of focus, the false me will wooshslowmotion with
a grocery bag of scraps around her and out the door
and then he will be gone forever
and he will have been taken so much for granted
and he will have incredible ratings.

this bag is smaller.
it takes no effort to toss,
and i latch the lid of the bin closed
with bungee rope like needy restraints
and i slip through the gate,
close it behind me,
up the steps beneath the awning which shouts
with rain,

and when i enter the house,
it is empty and sleeping
and dark and nothing.
there is no one to miss me in here.
The sky descended its sapphire pearls from its embellished chalice. The pearls decorated my lonesome face, I stared upwards into the grey heavens of solemnity. I was searching for answers.

I felt nothing as the water rolled off my fingertips, those precious jewels crashed the surface of the decrepit earth. This feeling I so longed for, so begged for, so sought.

Empty like a vessel, I stood and soaked the frequency in, seconds that felt like days, time stopped, it stopped for me. Maybe for once in my life I was in control, this was it.

No pain, no sorrow, I was free. In that moment I bathed. Bathed in the past, as my future filled my lungs, I was drowning in truth.

Baptized from suffering, I was rooted, longing for the gods to purify me. I am a mere spec in the vast void, existing, while life just moves on.  

I couldn’t fathom moving on, what good could that bring if nothing in life was guaranteed.

And just like that, the fear crept back in again, and I found myself, back in hell.
Happiness comes at a price, happiness is temporary.
We are married to pain.
A harrowing relationship of toxicity.
A forever maelstrom of “why me”.
Look at you, begging for death to come earlier than planned.
It’s like staring at the knife to do the deed for you.
It’s like feeling grief for the first time with no solace.
It’s like choking on your own ***** while gasping for air.
ill with sorrow.
Knotted with no release.
Kissing the barrel of a gun.
Lust with no body to touch.
You are sick, you never get better, but they say it gets better, trust me it gets better.
Glass in your mouth, cutting your cheeks every time you force a smile.
It’s the bottom of an empty bottle that didn’t drown your feelings.
An emptiness of a bottomless abyss.
A sinking hole in a heart that’s decaying.
Seeing in black and white in a place full of color.
Numbness like the anesthesia you beg for so you don’t feel, can’t cry, can’t hurt.
It’s forever, it’s now, and tomorrow and tonight, for hours, and months, and days.
It never ends, it never stops.
Pain until you see black.
Pain until people cry over your lifeless body.
Pain until crows pick at your flesh.
Pain until you rot.
Pain until life stops.
And then pain creeps into the lives of those who cared for you, now they feel the pain.
Pain is a disease.
Pain is torment.

Tell me again, what did I do to deserve perpetual torture?
𝙶𝙽𝙶 May 2022
𝙲𝚛𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎,
𝙼𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕,
𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜,
𝙲𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝.
𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗,
𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝.

𝙴𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎,
𝙰𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑,
𝙶𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚞𝚙, 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚝,
𝙱𝚒𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎.
𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚙
𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎.
That's how we operate.
Just some shades
of life

© snoW
I like the way you say my name.
It’s the only resonance I need as I lay alone in the onyx night.
I miss you the most when I feel insignificant.
Maybe just maybe, you’ll think of me when I’m not around.
Maybe you’ll remember how much you aroused my heart.
I cherished you more than I did my own sanity.
Holland Jan 2022
Alarm clock, you ****!
I get angry and strike
the top of your head
as if you were a misbehaved child
and I was your grandmother
One, two, one more to go
I have to sleep more
Before I give you the time of day

Covers crinkled, stretching my toes
I roll my head to see my dresser.
It's not the clothes I need from inside it,
but rather the meds that lie on top of it.
Unscrew, pop, swallow, smile and nod
as I look at my reflection in the mirror
"Today is going to be a good day."
Poetry class assignment
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