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Nathan Aug 7
In silence, I carried a sin
passed down to me—
a curse unbroken,
paid for in full
just to be loved
by someone
who never truly belonged to anyone.

It’s eating me alive,
like a parasite
draining the last light from my bones.
It clings,
slowly killing me
for a mistake
I never made.

I feel like a lost lamb,
wandering the abyss,
blindfolded
by the sharp remorse
that was never mine to carry.

For a moment,
I exist in a world
that never noticed I was here—
like a forget-me-not,
wilted by the road,
meant to symbolize
a love that died
before it was remembered.

And all this guilt...
the pain...
the suffering...

I shall bear it—
until it carves blood from my soul,
and follows me
into the grave’s dark cradle.
explores inherited guilt, emotional pain, and silent suffering,
which is i felt this month
ps: my mind keeps buzzing me off, and i have to express it to something that trully represent it:)
Jenna Aug 5
Shoot the bird in the foot
Let the sin drip down your chin
You've downed your prey
And held them at bay.
Now sink your fangs into flesh and blood
And pierce the veins
With their flowing crimson.

The mess before you
Feathers strewn about
Clean and white and dotted with red.
Doesn't their fear astound you
The beating of a heart in their breast
Dark eye does dart around
And nails scratch for any grip.

Don't you tear into them more
And revel at the meal?
The way their screams part from their lips
Like an innocent bird
What have they done to deserve this?

Mortal bones break
Mortal flesh tears
Mortal blood does weep.
Does the crimson not shine in the light
Like an expensive wine in a fantasy's delight?

It's blue inside
Not red.
It's white
Not red.
The flesh falling away from the bone
With phalanges exposed to the cold night air.
I saw it happen,
When you peeled the skin away
The layer of white like that of a peeled apple
being prepared for a pie.

When you pierced the cheek with your sharp white points.
When your lips graced the curve of the neck and suckled until crimson spilled.
The velvety black inside your mouth,
Corrupted with the scarlet red
of fresh blood from the vein in which it came.

Does it not bother you?
When you dismantle your prey as though you are a bird of the night
And them a sleepy songbird wishing for a roost?

Hunger.
It must burden you so
To blink when a heart beats and roars
And to hold back the tempest inside
Lest you expose your most private secret in front of the crowds.
How I wish it does so.
Forever.
May you never feel the joy of taking the lives of them all at once.
May you cower in the darkness
And hide within the deepest shadows
Not because the sunlight burns,
No, because the men will hunt you and make your kind known as they sharpen their wooden spears.
And none of you will be safe again.

Bleed your bird
Drain your victim
They are perhaps helpless alone
But the cluster of many is the terror you shall know, forevermore.
I'm sure it sounds like a ****** poem about nothing more than blood. No. It's about watching those who are self-destructive. Or those monsters that DON'T live under your bed. The people that do their best to ruin everything good within their own life... And for those that struggle with it. You can do better. You are capable of growth and expansion.

In the poem, a vampire struggles with internal conflict. He knows he's the problem, but he can't stop. Is it a metaphor  for addiction? Maybe. Is it a metaphor for narcissistic behavior? Maybe. Is it a metaphor for those of you who are wracked with internal conflict of any sort? Maybe. Self destructive behavior? Maybe. The list goes on... The questions are... What do YOU get out of it? What hard truths do you need to uncover about yourself?... Or do you simply need to get away from a toxic family member?
Breeze May 25
When I look at your photograph I wish to God that you were back
Just you and I as one together
All our memories rush through my mind
I’m wishing and hoping every night
That you'll come back to me forever
Can’t you tell I still love you? That isn’t hard to see
Can’t you tell I still want you? And this is where you should be

In My arms tonight(In my arms tonight)
You belong here by my side
In my arms  tonight (In my arms  tonight)
For a feeling that’s so right
In my arms  tonight (making love to you)
Making love to you all night
In my arms  tonight (Love will never die)
No my love will never die in my arms  tonight

I feel so frightened and all alone
Always wishing to hear your voice on the phone
Just to tell me that you really care
I want to reach out and take your hand
And guide you to our promised land but I know that’s just my prayer
Can’t you tell I still need you? Is that so hard to see?
Don’t you know that I’m hurting? My God, it’s killing me

In My arms  tonight(In my arms  tonight)
You belong here by my side
In my arms  tonight (In my arms tonight)
For a feeling that’s so right
In my arms  tonight (making love to you)
Making love to you all night
In my arms  tonight (Love will never die)
No my love will never die in my arms  tonight

I can’t sleep at night (Those memories)
I’m crying out my plea (Please hear me)
It cuts like a knife (So deep now)
Come back to me; Yeah

In My arms  tonight(In my arms tonight)
You belong here by my side
In my arms  tonight (In my arms  tonight)
For a feeling that’s so right
In my arms  tonight (making love to you)
Making love to you all night
In my arms  tonight(Love will never die)
No my love will never die in my arms  tonight
Here is the video for the song

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MAZOlLX6sxw
Mariah Jun 20
Guilt, guilt, guilt
As far as I can see

Weight, weight, wait!
Its crashing down on me

Shame upon my name
Rehabilitate with blame

Change, change, strange
Things still stay the same
I don't know if this makes sense but I feel it anyway.
Mariah Jun 19
Thank the God I don't believe in
Thank the ones I do
Thank the mistakes I've made
And how they beat me blue
guilty guilty guilty
Oh how the saying makes me sick while excuses, there are not,
Decisions to decisions, word's weaponed from thought.
So, a new turn of phrase; is born within the dark;
words I whispered to myself, a lone,

                                              A Sky-cyphers Scribble-sailing mark.

For the first and only time,
Not of me but you
These writing's wordings weave a web,
of synthesized virtue.
To be spoken allowed to oneself,
read, written or thought,
Of each word that's now misused- their purposes forgot.
examined, explained, investigated my life
As if speech were the blade, written words are the knife.

all of the meaning and every moral, we tether to our mortal coil
Life and it's significance- of time, distilled in transience .

The concept of fate & of destiny, too
Both insinuate journey, the movement through
How, now, can our destinations insue
We'll come Home, its depths, are dreams of blue.


*between the church hymn
And under haiku
It is,
Ravled in deep bules
Maryann I Feb 21
I scrub my hands, the color stays,
a crimson thread through all my days.
No river drowns, no fire burns,
the past still twists, the memory turns.

Their voice still lingers in the air,
a fading ghost, a hollow prayer.
I trace the steps I can’t erase,
shadows whisper, time won’t chase.

The mirror sighs, it knows my name,
a hymn of blame beneath its breath.
And though the world still spins the same,
I bear the weight—I wait for death.
3. The Weight of Guilt
Vianne Lior Feb 10
The wind tears at bones,
Leaves scattered, forgotten flesh—
Roots choke on their grief.
Erenn Feb 8
Rue
I built walls where bridges once stood
stone upon stone of my own making
a fortress of doubt, of fear, of pride—
until even the voices that called my name
sounded like ghosts in the distance

I had friends once, real ones
The kind who saw the storm in my eyes
and stayed to dance in the rain with me
The kind who knew my silence
wasn’t rejection, but a cry

But I let shadows whisper louder than love
let insecurity pull me toward hands
that never meant to hold me
I traded warmth for cold, truth for illusion
turned away from those who stayed
for those who never would

Now, the echoes of laughter haunt me
memories like open doors I closed too soon
Regret is a heavy thing
and silence heavier still
How do I find my way back
when I was the one who walked away

Would they still hear me
if I called their names again?



@Erennwrites
Till this day. I don't know how to face them again
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