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Jia En Sep 2024
Don’t be the man
Yearning
For the moon,
The one without a plan,
Not learning
From past failures and what’s
Bound to be coming soon.
Do not be the one who desires
For the untouchable,
The one whose fires
Are kindled at only one sight.
This is my attempt at shining a light
Upon your scars.
Though you wish for the moon
Amongst the stars,
Don’t you care
About the lack of air
Up there?
Don’t you know you’ll die
Too high
In the sky?
I suspect you’ll never be able to fly,
To reach the moon;
A suffocation I fear that’s coming
All too soon.
Wrote this for a friend that I fear's in a toxic relationship, constantly chasing the other party... hope they get out of it soon.
Jeremy Betts Aug 2024
How can I love anyone
When I hate myself so completely
"Can't love yourself means the lady's sung, love is done"
That's what they say face to face and back to me
I only feel real between the setting and rising sun
Daylight, she has no use for me
I run when I should stay, I stay when I should run
Any past lesson dissolves immediately
This current tale can stop being spun
I wish to fade to black discretely

©2024
Maria Etre Aug 2024
The tabs of my mind
miss your fingers
skimming through them
index first
middle next
till you find yourself
running till you
find
thoughts of
you
Psych-o-rangE Aug 2024
Once there was a day that never ended

A call that was once missed
I sat with my grandmother
By the running of the garden's fountain
She was calling back her children

A mirror that once shattered
I settled my cousin down
To the ghost of this house I once ruined
And I was tidying up the place

The nights have been long this year around

But I am burning deep in my drive
To engines that will soon let me fly

Into that missing night
I'll let them celebrate my birthday
Angharad Aug 2024
Run with me through the heavy mist  
Falling and feeding the deep green of the forest
Sink with me into moss so generously soft
Cushioning our feet treading woodland heartbeat
Riz Mack Jun 2024
I come from the great unwashed
womb of the child
who didn't dare dream
from a scheme
where the last lights are embers
from ravaging concrete flames

I come from the house fire of
denatured childhood
abandoned architecture
indolence in adolescence and
wrestling with the will of the wind

I come from crawling smoke
lingering in doorways
lining streets paved with
pejorative and placation
where the insightful ask is
"wit are you lookin' it?"
and the answer is always
a wrong one

I come from malnourished minds
where the bytes outnumber
the starving they would feed
from where the drowned
still walk around
coveting concrete feet
I come from the feeling
something isn't quite right
and the sure knowledge
that thing is me

"nut" - (with a silent "t") slang for no
Jeremy Betts May 2024
Tried it
Can't do it
Can not be done
So it can't be undone, I'll prove it

Picture this for a minute
Picturesque hides what's not picture perfect
Don't run
It may pay off to listen to the verdict

Incompetent parents apparent
Cinderella's sisters type fit
Concrete clown shoes
Encased in discount mob cement

Bounced check
Inherited emotional debt
My symbolic account
Won't reveal, just conceals most of it

A Zeppelin wreck
Unnecessary resentment, no regret
I 86'd forgiveness
And I'm not looking to forget

The living, breathing embodiment
Of "The crime doesn't fit the punishment"
"Be wary the quiet ones"
I also embody that statement

I am what they meant
A broken degenerate
And no matter my efforts
It's as permanent as I get

I hope this clears things up a bit

©2024
Jeremy Betts May 2024
The memories fade milliseconds before I drown in another one
Frozen in fear at the irreversible end of an uncorked weapon
A canon hand cannon
Staring down the rifled barrel of a hunting gun
I can't comprehend the timing of when to run
Most always find myself in a state of stun
Literally can't remember, oh what have I done...

©2024
Jeremy Betts Apr 2024
How does it always find me?
Easy,
It is me
At the very least it's in me
Darkness is part of this story
And it's not something to envy

©2024
Nyx Apr 2024
I run.

I always seem to run away.

I felt the urge rise up again,

I ******* my sneakers,

Started to stretch,

As I walked to the starting line, I realised.

This time, I want to be caught.
I always panic and run away when things begin to get too real, but this time it’s different.
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