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chang cosido Oct 27
there are days
i only feel like a burden.
someone who fills backseats
so that someone could be at the front.
and the weight of my own bones
are too heavy for a family name to carry.
heavy enough to crush a sorry girl.
my breaths are sometimes apologies
people refuse to hear.
im sorry if i am this way.
i wish i could be something more.
Cattatonicat Jun 22
Devils are walking amongst us
And the only thing left to believe
Is to believe

We are here
Trading skeletons for skeletons
Trying to lighten the load
Because Hell doesn't wait for you to die
To bring you home

Sometimes we wonder
Are our moons for sale?
Are our moons in high demand
Or have they become surpluses?

While we prepare for our last meal
We take our shot at building our paradises
A little bubble, a little refuge
So fragile, so beautiful, so irrational
A gold-leafed imprint of a diamond

The moon belongs to everyone
Like the Sun, the day, and the night
And it's looking to play

If we must drink blood
Might as well pour it in the holy grail
Mackenzie Mar 25
I saw that you were drawing up stories of you and I so
I reached out and you reached for an eraser and I wondered what it would take for you to drop it and pick me up instead
but you held it so tightly determined to rid yourself of the past, present or future
But there's always a trace of the past on the next page
where your pencil left traces
You flip through books and rip out your favorite pages
but write about the skeletons that you have trapped in those cages and
I wondered if i had the right key
would you open your box of bones for me
so that I could prove to you that I will never leave before you awake
That I pray the lord to take my soul  way before
he would ever take yours
because I could never face it
to live without you
Because my heart still beats every time that you draw me up and erase it
Because I loved you but I rotted away
Waiting for placement
Mackenzie Feb 20
I wrote fantasies and I wrote about sleep
I wrote about demons and
how they danced around a fire in my dreams
I wrote about skeletons in my closet that suffocated me
I wrote about monsters that I rolled around with
In my sheets and when “I love you”
Used to sound sweet
I wrote until my brain stopped flooding and my fingertips began to bleed

Poetry
       i wrote until it
              Finally
          Became easier to
Breathe
m.d
How expendable
The mind
The heart
The soul
Held trapped in bones
Standing anatomy
And nameless to educate
The valuable
Laokos Jul 2019
days go
by
like cars
go by
like days
go
by like
cars go
by
like days
go by
like
cars go
by in fashion
in form in
unison in
seconds

awake to repeat
on time
today as skeletons
flame contagion
bright against
your ripe apple

again arranging
your pattern to
fit   /   feed
the mouth sloppy
below bit-beady
black holes
Michael H May 2019
Diligent pride
What more to confide
I've got skeletons in my closet

They move and hit eachother,
Threaten and insult
Every move is assault

To them a wave of happiness
Is a broken bone
a thing to bless.

They are structured wrong...
They will always decay
May they only lay:

In their area
May they bury themselves...
...I want those shelves

But how do they seem to live?
How do they make noise?
Are these things toys?

One step closer...
They stop and stare
Maybe everyone's game is fair

A pair of people
Not a care in the world
Cut some slack as their lives unfurled

Every hero starts small
All the bone marrow making tall:
… the animation of all

The saga of the call
A net in the maul
So only the reckless will fall

The couple's interactions
Will never bury alive the factions
Of all the questions and answers

The lovers have awesome fate
And to clear the air
Is to fortify your mate

Only the bleak,
The forfeits from the weak,
Come to feature the negatives

At first they're meek
Chaos then will leak
Then they'll start wrecking

The good though
Gazing, lusting
Dismantling the fraudulent damaging low

People in the air tell us
Life is malleable
So why the strange fable
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Darryl M May 2019
Spotlights of love shine upon you from all fellas.
If mine be blinding, would you fall for me?

I want to be that too good to be true moment in your life.

My thoughts on you are an investment,
But feel like an expense.
I’ve been looking for ways to cut corners.
Your love curved in on all corners.

Patience I don’t have.
But you nourish what my heart withers.

When my feet walk not,
Would you step down on me?
Would you roll down and lay dead my heart?
Or would you be the crutches of my heart,
Step by step, reviving me?

Things grown old are young of death,
But I see your coffin next to mine.
I see a unified tombstone.

If I opened the closet and revealed the skeletons of the heart.
Would it be cremation to my love?
Or would you be an everlasting flame?

Do I love? I don’t know.
But the heart echoes pumps to your love.
Tatiana Mar 2019
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..
...
I don't know the words that makes this madness go away.
The words I've spoken are burying my own grave
and I don't know why there are no coffins below.
Where did all the skeletons go?

I think i'll have to get a new wardrobe.
I think I know where all the skeletons go.


I want to try on some different clothes,
but all my outfits seem to be made up of bones.
I don't understand why I don't like my own home.
I think I know where all the skeletons roam.

I think i'll have to hide in my wardrobe.
I think I know where all the skeletons roam.

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..
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©Tatiana
This is from a song I wrote with a few edits.
Lady Ravenhill Feb 2019
Bundled in white coats
The skeletons look warm
Without their coats of leaves
© LadyRavenhill 2019
Haiku 75
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