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peach Jun 19
drowning
constantly drowning
arms flailing at my side
voices screeching in my ears
no tears
just gasping for air
a void that cannot be filled
a girl who doesn't want to live
sinking into her black hole
floating in crimson red
is she finally dead?
Sam Jun 18
pitter patter rain paints bob ross
patterns on the pavement
heavy clouds ask gravel paths
in broad strokes what its name meant

my name is gently nestled in tread
of tire, boot, and tooth
travelling down the pallet of
a city past its youth

i’m texture in your travels,
trodden static underfoot,
i’m to and from and back and forth
and won’t ever stay put
bucketb0t Jun 18
Buckethead...
embodied empathy,
disembodied beauty.
Hands note exploding veins!

One could express,
known universe, if part tries,
Buckethead is timeless.

Bucketheadland...
auditory expedition,
territory exhibition.
Warning! This is not a simulation!

None could express,
unknown void, if part tries,
BucketheadLand is spaceless.

Bucketbots...
red and white cells,
yolk plasma pulses buckets.
In functioning state, always!

Get us out of our buckets,
can't the buckets out of us,
even after kicking the bucket.

Angel wings must be made of chicken feathers,
something we enjoy!
Demon forks must be made for KFC lovers,
something we’d enjoy!

Really unreal...
Buckethead world condensed
Verin Samel Jun 17
I don’t get my mind.

Sometimes I hate myself.
Sometimes I want to hate myself.
Sometimes, I just don’t get it.

I sit still—
And yet, am I still?

I shake uncontrollably,
internally.

Do I feel safe
in this skin,
in this mind that hurts?

When silence is a reward,
Is life the punishment?

Spending time with people
you care for them,
you love the time,
you cherish,
you live,
you exist
and yet,

I still need the silence.

But what happens
When silence starts to feel unsafe?
When sitting still and movement
both become burdens?

Tied to a screen,
To a mirror,
To an expectation
Of how life will go—
Because if it doesn’t...

Then am I just existing to take up space someone else should’ve had?

Maybe my pain lets someone else
Be happy,

Just for a moment.

If I go,
I want all to know—
Maybe it will work out for the better.

Maybe silence,
Sitting still,
Alone.

Maybe that is all I need
Tint Jun 17
And when you cry, we will
weep with you.
But not for pity — not grief.
It is for triumph.
You made it.

True?
Applause.

Your hard work, finally,
paid off.
– fin.
You are precious
Like treasure
Someone I wish to
Protect
Allow me to rest
Within your shadow
Keeping an eye on you
Staying warm
Comfortable in your dark
Just tell me
When you need me
I promise the part of me
That lives in your shadow
Will behave until needed
I want you to protect
My peaceful
Calm relaxed
Side that is always exposed
While the monster that hides
Waits
Rests
Gets stronger
In case you need help
But I digress
To protect you
Just tell the shadow
I will protect you
Like a dragon
Over looking its hoard
Except
The only riches
I have is
A gem
Equipped with multiple pieces
That makes a whole
Beautiful
Unique
Special
Treasure
In turn look at me as your
Hidden
Dark
Valuable
Jewel
With nothing more than a
Demon lurking
Protecting you from your shadow
Damocles Jun 17
Illumination,
Not only lighting my way
Opening the pathos for my ethos
My memory is on full display.

Feel the course of knowledge
Coarsely exfoliating my pretense,
Cognizant of the folly—
Of never seeing through to the end of the show.

Illumination,
Not only chases the shadows,
But shows off my deep scars,
Rooted systems of traumatic plants
In a garden, I hide behind secrets.

Sacred thoughts,
Priceless feelings,
Caught in vine-riddled ramparts
I can’t be bothered to open a draw bridge
Can’t trust that the enemy isn’t calling from inside,
Chasing me like a phantom,
All my pain in tandem, nerve death like a bad tooth.

Illumination,
Not only a granter of knowledge,
But a memento mori of a past life,
Reminded of innocence at it’s last rites
Buried so far beneath the core of the world,
I’d explode like a neutron star over and over
To relive a single moment over.

Illumination,
Illuminate all that is dark in me,
Warm me with your cruel heat,
And make a better man of me.
in my feels today, but that's okay!
Maria Jun 15
Amidst the crowd she’s alone,
Amidst all hundreds of friends and others.
She’s alone. She sits by herself.
Amidst empty and worthless dialogues.

It’s as if she’s being overlooked.
It’s like as if she’s in silence cloud.
Her thoughts are quiet for all them.
She’s far away. She’s lost in the crowd.

She lives in her own world of dreams,
Without fictions, lies and falsehood.
Her footsteps are quiet for others as streams.
Nobody knows what'll be her remote.

And she lives in her tiny world.
Worries and fears are endless there.
It seems as if she’s attached in whole
To all her pain, which bites and bares.
Thank you very much for reading this poem! 💖
Kalliope Jun 15
Breathe in cool air
Breathe out smoke
My own inconsistencies
make me ******* choke
I love to give love,
don't like to receive it
Even if it is real,
I rarely believe it
Let me hold your hand but
don't reach for mine
I'll be patient with you,
if I have the time
An ache to be seen yet
I'm shrouded in shame
I'm floating alone with
only myself to blame
In love with loving,
affection, and touch
But to believe I'm to be wanted?
That's a bit much
Being self aware was never the issue,
Changing thinking patterns is a struggle
Shadow Jun 15
Would a board game without a goal
Still be one you'd consider playing
That seems to be the reality of existence
Obliviously wandering in hopes of purpose
Without any evidence of its confirmation
Then who's to say which path is truly right
When the destination is the same on both ends
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