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Jeremy Betts Oct 2024
It doesn't matter how much unconditional love I give
I'll never get it back
I'll never know that feeling
But it still doesn't stop me from giving it

©2024
I know this isn't technically a poem...
Muhammad Atif Oct 2024
I've lost the key to the mental cage,
Where thoughts of you are trapped, an endless rage.
Now, they haunt me, refusing to subside,
A constant echo, deep inside.

Memories of you linger, stubborn and bright,
Refusing to fade into the dark of night.
I'm captive to the whispers of our past,
A prisoner of love that will forever last.

In this internal turmoil, I search for peace,
A respite from the thoughts that never cease.
But like a phantom, you linger near,
A bittersweet reminder of love and fear.
Aria Oct 2024
Spectors of their own amusement

Clandestinely configurated to their vision

Vile personalities articulate the future

As they vigorously mutilate the suture

Butchered ties and intricately contrived lies

Eradicate the rose-colored lenses of our past senses
One day.
Not yet will be yesterday
Death wont be mourned
Neither will Life
I cannot tell you how this began, and i can only dream the beautiful irony in the midst of the end.
Why am I chasing shadows
of scent I soon barely remember
When the whole universe has warned me
to hide your every last bit of presence
Yet why am I still..
wishing for more..
kokoro Oct 2024
I stretch my eyes because i can't close my ears
i stretch them so no tears fall out
if i could close my ears like i could close my eyes
i would do it any second
because words and sounds hurt more then sights,
you'll remember things you hear more then the things you see.
I stretch my eyes hoping i stretch enough so i can get to my ears,
I stretch and stretch until my eyes fall down.
olu Oct 2024
through cycles of laughter and anger
for the smallest of reasons,
you cut me off as i say “but
it’s-”

lost, the words i search for,
scavenging, but not found
x marks the spot but the map lies within
you


the ocean that separates us figuratively,
literally, as the tide rolls in to cover the last remains
of a thought not said, just left as
that

emotions masked by a blank stare
as that’s the only option
where does the problem lie, in
i?

if we can’t see eye to eye
why would i wait for a lie
to turn into a dream if that’s not what i
want

dreams are meant to be chased
but how can that be when i see
differently, just to hold on to hope and say
“but-”

six feet remain available
but the hole too deep to dig
i can’t **** a dream if i can’t write the
will

and i push myself to believe
but some things aren’t meant to be
even though i don’t like to say
never

but this time maybe
and i can only hope
but it’s easy to hope for something you don’t
have


and it’s easy to say it’s me
how could it be you
When the issue is that
i’m

not in a position to have you close
not mentally or physically
and i think it’s because i’m
too

caught up in my own world
i reach and hope and pray and wish
but you’re too
far

and if it’s not meant to be
then where’s the sign
no hands to tell, so it’s indefinitely
away

because there’s no time to tell
and no time to figure it out
and i’m not there, so there’s no time
to

ask, or talk, so silently,
i watch and listen
and wait on
hold

however long that may be
my heart and hope lies within
myself, and the faith in
you


awareness in one,
and the other unaware of the awareness
because i’m just
the

boy from far away
the wanderer, the dreamer
hoping that the
girl

far away can one day
watch my dream come true
as i say “hey, i’m
from

far away, and i’ve been dying
to meet you, and i’ve been longing
and i figured i’d find you in
france”

but for now i find you in my dreams
as i grasp onto wavering faith
dreaming, hoping
that

one day i can find you
and when i do, i’ll tell you about these dreams
and make promises that
i’ll

keep, but, it might be time
to recognise the truth
that it will happen
never

truth is, you never cut me off
because you’re the girl from france,
the one i’ll never
have


it’s you that i want but will never have
i’m too far away to hold you
the girl from france that i’ll never have
relahxe Oct 2024
My thoughts—waves in sea,
Footprints left upon the sand
are gone forever.
"Soulful abysses"
Haiku (5)
TR3F1LD Oct 2024
li̲ke what one better
do before going on a hI̲ke, sim.
to that c#cks#cking spineless oppressor
known for bunker-hiding
having bo[ɑ]nds with crI̲me rings
government-budget-trifling
ruling-term-limit-nullifying; sto[ɑ]p, that's
no[ɑ]t it; go[ɑ]tten sidetracked
like a trolley; I̲'m gon' wind back
like what one better
do before going hiking, mind weather
is sort of lame: mostly storm & rain
[anger & mirthlessness]
as before, for this world's insane
plagued by corruption-sparked crime
[according to ocindex.net, worldwide organized crime level]
[rose from 4.87 in 2021 to 5.03 in 2023]
just like the emergence place
of the Dark Knight
[Gotham City]
and the realness of yours remains
something between a nocturnal phase
of a solar day (murk) & an urbanscape
when it's fa[ɔ]ll in reign (gray)
like aqua drO̲[ɑ]ps desc—
—ending fro[ʌ]m skies; sometimes
["falling rain"]
your attic gets overta'en
by go[ɑ]ddamn darkness
like in horror games
or films; dark 'nough you
would no[ɑ]t mind to
watch this world get destroyed in flames
which sounds like the Joker case
[the Alfred's quote about the Joker from "The Dark Knight"]
["some men just want to watch the world burn"]
and, in fact, is a scene sO̲ **** great
and worth slaying for, given, like a person blamed
no longer for a fau[ɔ]lt he made
["forgiven"]
how badly this world's depraved
by the wicked; all the anti-fascist discourse
conveyed by me, like an ******* act, in the course
["*******"]
of a bit more than twain
years; like a deserted place
it's about to be void; I'd say
sim. to Wild West bad boys, I fave
black hats (the hell?); but, of **** course, when they
wind up in stirs, or slain
or in some other misfortune state (ha-ha)
like the country with that Kim **** in reign
[North Korea]
a grim, morbid frame
of mind; read that sick verse I laid
as a part of "POAA" &, before it's late
["punishment of an autocrat"]
consider reaching a go[ɑ]ddamn asylum
as for the destruction piece, 'course, it ain't
the whole world, but org. crI̲me bands & tyrants
along with loyal aides
of theirs that deserve the fate
mentioned; for, you see, a[ɔ]ll that they
regard highly's riches, which is low
as hell & pretty typical
[it's not money itself that's the problem]
[the problem is the love of money, which (especially when obsessive)]
[as it's known, is a root of nigh-on all kinds of evil]
this world deserves a better breed of criminal
the breed of individual
who'd be ge[ɪ]tting rid of those egotistic rogues
[by "a better breed of criminal", I mean vigilantes]
[the scene from "The Dark Knight"]
[where the Joker sets a money pile aflame with the following words]
["all you care about is money; this town deserves a better class of criminal"]
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this world's sick as heedless folks
in pre-middle ages; the wicked means proposed
is a part of a needed serial
treatment of this fierce disease provoked
by a lack/loss of a syst. of principles (corruption)
and known as injustice (global injustice)
when there is nil or low
commitment from good people, evil grows
["kneel"]
["the only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing"]
"a morbid rhymefall" by TR3F1LD (TRFLD) is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (to view a copy of this license, visit creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/4.0)

If you're sick of everything, starting from mirthless daily stuff & ending with the way this world is, use the gesture of fingers organized (like mafia) in the pistol-like manner & pointed to your temple as a self-designation sign. Use it while in public spots & in online publications, maybe you'll find or be found by like-minded individuals.
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