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Erin Oct 29
I see you lurking in the shadow
I see you trying to fade into the quiet
I see you trying to hide under timidity
I see you blending into the sea of the unknown

Who are you quiet one?

What makes you smile, allowing the light to shine from your eyes?
What makes you laugh, lifting the weight from your soul?
What do you carry in your hear that makes it so heavy?
What are the thoughts that keep you sleepless at night?

Who are you that stands in the shadows?
Erin Oct 22
wondering why
thoughts take hold of you
doubts penetrate your mind
unease seeps into your soul
the memories keep you hostage
unable to escape or forget
reminding you of everything that was
Caroline Oct 20
Le malheur se cache derrière milles profils ténébreux,
Et attend que le match insignifiant de vermine,
Infirme mon idée tordue de l'être amoureux.

Le malheur séduit au lit par ses promesses d'ivresse sauvage,
Qu'attendez-vous pour m'écrire,
Et m'aplatir dans ma désolante dignité au passage?

Le malheur s'invite seul à mes soupers assourdissants de vide,
Et exhume les faux espoirs assommés
De mensonges médiocres; alors je me les imagine...

**** de moi, et moi, **** de leurs pensées,
Entre les espérances dupées et celles perforées d'épines,
Le malheur me couve, le malheur se rend légitime.
Jason Adriel Oct 18
i brought my Fear and Trembling to the hills
i don't want to think of the stacking bills
those trivial things no longer give me the thrills
or the quiet love that slowly kills

“...why bother remembering a past that cannot be made into a present?”

that line had me bent
all the things i thought i could mend
why must i fall towards the deep end

i must reflect upon what is past

but life must be lived forward...;
a poem on the quiet reflection i had in a train on the way home.
F A Pacelli Oct 7
alone at last
a blessing it is
to remove my masks
in solitary bliss
no more acting
and trying to please
just me myself and
my mind at ease
I bought a coffee the other day,
Gawped at society on the way,
Coffee shop like the undertakers,
Here no conversation makers,
"The  crowd" sitting in total silence,
Gazing at phones, is it sense?
So much for that coffee shop,
The solitude of worshiping Microsoft,
Alone together, where does it stop?
Solitary silence in the coffee shop!
Feedback welcome.
So I shall no longer defend
New kinds of love that you invent
Ever-changing list of demands
Keeps contradicting its own commands
After the sin quick to repent
With brief engagements in descent
Straighten all that you have bent
Amend what you're yet to amend
Letting those you left all depend
On your attention already spent
At each new encounter decadent
Your passion wasted on random men
Though fell, kept grace, that's evident
For what it's worth your growth is imminent
Freestyle written in 5 minutes.
colorfulSmoke Sep 15
Lone your stupor sits.
What reverie
you declare,
ambrosia never stang like this
since last the rain came stinging.

Ah but puddles my dear,
what fun!
I'll watch your splish splash
but let us not forget
the protection glass affords.

I fear large numbers.
I  confess,
it's true.
It's not the hands per se,
rather the eyelashes
and how they remind me of teeth.
They chew me up
with a glance.

Still, what good
could one decimal eyelash hope for
faced with Napoleon's specters.
I'd wager on scarce.

Even so, eyelashes chewed through
my thatcher.
I'll have to buy
a new one.
One that isn't so fond of how the Swiss
process milk.

Not that it's desired
but it's still nice to have a tally
in the loner's column,
now and again.
Gianni Sep 12
These words are a product of my sadness
A coping mechanism to all this madness
Do we accept the love we think we deserve?
Why am I only creative when I’m at my worst?
React or stay calm when that line is crossed
Was there ever any trust before it was lost?
A short poem isn’t enough to describe
The thing I always held on to
My suffering and pain inside
At any sign of discomfort a voice reminds
Of the easy way out, one way ticket to the other side
Does it matter at this point
When I’m full of anger
And all I do is disappoint
Caroline Sep 10
Mes émotions tourbillonnent
Comme les étoiles de Van Gogh
**** d’être étincelantes
Elles étranglent mon cerveau
Puis me tirent vers un abîme profond
Où ma solitude me fait perdre la raison
Me fait croire que j’ai besoin de caresses
De baisers, d’amour et de tendresse
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