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Looks like I'm keen
Sharpened by days
Balanced by years
But I've
Been tempered
By pain

Much more than joy
Focus to see
What's underneath
What's good
Wants for space

So, when I think back,
to the night we met,
stars pushed past lamps
between those tracks,

I understand less
as our time passes.
How could you reach
through the thorns

for a wilted rose?

I'll never know.
I don’t think of you that often
The eyes and faces all turned themselves towards me
Love no one
However, we may suffer
It’s funny, if you do, you start missing everybody
And I’m afraid
My failures: I had not forgotten them
To have survived so long
It happened, I stopped loving him.
RMJBlack Sep 10
I will keep quiet you won't even know I'm here
I will act as I'm supposed to

In the middle of the crowd quiet I shall be
supposedly in the middle, I'm nonexistence

You won't see me moving in
You will never know,
that I'm around
My demons and angels holding me,

In the middle of a crowd but no one will ever know.

The fear moves in their veins,
A dungeon in the ground,
deeper than Hell,
deeper than suffer.

Fear is around,
But you, only you.
should feel it.

You will never know what happened.
My prisoner, you shall be.

A prisoner of the fear within me,
I shall ever be.
Surya Teja M Sep 5
There is a life
In words
That everyone
Couldn't witness.

The life in it itself
Is an oxymoron;
Fills you with joy
And makes you cry.

Happiness is fictional
Suffering is factual
Joy melts and
Pain freezes.

Read more
Be alone,
Find the joy
In the solitude it brings.

Write syllables in torment
Let them kiss each heart it is read
Let the agony rejoice in words
And let the joy weep in pain.

Let the world of pain
Dissolve in every note of music
Let it disperse in each cheerful mind
And kill all the lives of mythical muse
Yes, the happiness is fictional and the suffering is real
Manny Aug 29
I need to scream
But can't seem to get these words out
It's hard to breathe
And I can't seem to shake this doubt
I'm feeling weak
My pain still lives within this pencil
Hard to speak
But I hope I can Repent still

It's hard to see
Heavy rain's falling from the clouds
It's hard to hear
With this thunder shouting loud
A scattered Breeze
Keeps hitting like a Knock
A steady Beat
Like ticking from the Clock

A torn up sheet
Still haunts me by the lamp
An Awful read
With its envelope and stamp
Hard to believe
The contents of your letter
Our mother's gone
When just last week you said that she felt better

How can it be
A complication with her heart
Wish it was me
This is tearing me apart
A horrid dream
I'm swallowed up by fear
Mamma don't go
Because I still need you here
'I'm not sure if the concept on the poem is hard to grasp.
It's about someone who got a letter from home saying that their mother passed away and is struggling to reply to the letter and dealing with his feelings for losing his mom.
Blake Aug 29
The size of our suffer to another
Is relative to each other
Like gas between walls
It evenly falls
What fills our breath
Doesn’t seem to matter
Because between sickness and death
We choose the latter
Özcan Sh Aug 27
They use my heart as a toy
They enjoyed the way I suffer
Threw me against the wall
Breaking my parts
But i still love
To make you laugh.
Rooh Aug 26
He remembers a
curvature too straight to exist, surreal
but a childhood in the bloodstream.
Listen to what must he say, listen to
what he cannot say.
With three steps, lock a reason with
the old scotch like his ink beneath
the table.
Screams followed the
futility that loved to linger by the
lines; screams sank in the lines too.

Out there in the cold, you and I,
A sacrifice and a song.
NC Aug 23
Something different in your eyes
Isn't it a fire?
What are you prepare?
Then why do I care?
It can make me melt, I wouldn't dare.

You introduce me to our river
So I can see you clearer
There's a poison and water
Unintentionally became a power

A couple things I compare
Between you and the scripture

A couple things I aware
When you and me already perspire

It's strange, we bring our bodies to suffer
Why don't wait until we sober
And we can start over.
©anecstatic 2018
My body is hot, within me is a flame, boiling the blood in my veins, my skin is warm & I feel bothered internally.
It won't take much to set me off.
I can't run away from myself, I can't escape these feelings.
I feel like I'm suffocating in myself.
How can I feel better, who will understand, how can I make it go away?
I don't know where to turn...
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