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Amanda Oct 24
You’re slipping through my fingers
Tiptoeing out the door
Over clumsy feet I trip
Grip tighter than before

Faking your own feelings
Like a snake fakes their own death
It’s not enough to have your cake
You must bake and eat it in one breath

The feeling of being abandoned
Is the worse half of the deal
Seal your broken parts inside
As you use your haste to heal

Of drowning you’ll not speak one word
While out of brown eyes tears leak
Weak was never in your vocabulary
Hope your baby blues find what they seek

But I don’t think you will discover
The missing link you’re searching for
Though you might be on the brink
You’ll blink and end up on the floor

If I mattered to you at all
You wouldn’t leave me tattered
Pitter-pattering across the globe
Uncaring that my world has shattered

If ever there were a time for reflection
It would surely be this rhyme
Prime method of analysis
Verses that dip low and then climb

Never attaining solid answers
A conclusion I long to obtain
Abstaining from the obvious truth
Until I’m driven insane

And I crave the strength I hopelessly lack
To ***** my way out of denial
With no easy means to cope
Mope like a juvenile

Deeper into myself I withdraw
Surrounded by memories I keep
Yet reality creeps in like the tide
Reminding me these illusions are cheap

Darker and darker the days and nights grow
Light vanished from my universe
It would appear that you’re doing alright
Which makes the bite even worse

Sadder and scorned than I have ever been
The loss of you not properly mourned
Adorned with shades of gray and black
Delusions finally adjourned

Losing air as the epiphany hits
As I finally process old news
I wonder if you are amused by my reaction
How long it took my heart to bruise

You were quicker to let go
Owing me another chance
How dare you simply throw it away
With no mercy or a second glance?

Faster than a river rushing
You moved past the place I was stuck
I was foolish to believe we would last
Lines were cast in thick muck

Always ended sooner than promised
You wanted to go separate ways
Now I wander a maze of agony
Aimlessly meandering in a daze

So miserable it makes me sick
From the moment I awake
Quaking with uneasiness
Each bone and muscle aches

Yet I remain longing for your touch
Your face I will never forget
Somehow I let you get away
Life haunted by regret
What do you think? I tried something a bit different than my usual style
N Aug 28
Would my grave be
deeper than my wounds?

Would the warmth of the morning sun
still reach my cold forgotten body?

Would Icarus, my bird, fly to the sun looking for me,
is my selfish death going to cost him his wings, too?

Would the worms weep when
they ******* tormented flesh?

Would the lines I wrote no longer
be read as poems but suicide notes?
Jayme Dec 2019
I just want to go home,
those words repeat in my head.
I'm lost and all alone,
could this be hell? Am I dead?
I walk the empty space,
trying to find my way back.
It's so cold in this place,
there's no light, there's only black.
I've left myself no clues,
no trail of breadcrumbs to find,
no escape, it's no use,
trapped in tormented poet's mind...
Yue Wang Yitkbel Oct 2019
The Past - Never Forget

1. On Rejection of History, Fallible Geniuses:

Do not seek present fault in past greatness
Condemning yesterday men with morrow crimes
The sift of time works in unfathomable wonder
Leaving only truth grains of real substance
Do not discard these foods for thoughts
For being misshapen and the occasional spots
For they were gold among ashes and dust
And the learnt, and healed is never without scars

2. On the Embellishing of Poetry

Don't dread or torment yourself if you fear
Your words aren't decorated enough
For one day only truth will remain
And truth never hides, but bares itself plain
If you dress your poetry overabundant, shimmer and gleam
It might just be overlooked, the soul underneath
And be discarded as earthly things
Obscured by the camouflage of timely beings

3. On the Timelessness of Simple Words

Gaze from below, the tomes of giant
How plainly they walk in the clouds
At most a dress or cling shimmering humbly
And never so full of jewels and gold lest they
Fall from the heavens
Bearing the weight of earthly greed

The Present - Always Remember

A Love Letter to Lost Tattered Souls

I. On the Desperate Desire for Immediate Praise

Why do I so desperately desire recognition
When I know full well glory is beyond time
Even hither
Praises too early gained would
Place one above all in the midst
Of the wheel of fate
Soon or later with only room to fall
And be crushed by the
Cruel reality
Of eventual and inevitable

Unlike a life ever on the climb
Or of a timely return to the everlasting
That will be never be subjected to
The suffocating dread
Of such a loss
Of height

The roaring gale would always lose to
The ever-present calm wind
Vital yet unnoticed like the breath of being


II. On Envy of Brightly Garnished Words

Why do I despair when my words
Don't glitter like gold
That would make wise men
Lament in fist-raising envy
And mock the children that
Don't understand them

When I know the truth are
In words that would move children
To tears of laughter
And laughter of comfort
As per The Word
That is equally
Ridicule by men
Of ashes and dust-
That will never understand-
Or remain upon-
This world-
As something beneath them-

Like the earth that supports
All living creatures
And the humble grass for lambs
To graze

Be the needed
Not the desired
But unnecessary


III. On Shame of Undying Unrequited Love

Why would I feel shame to wail in despair
Beyond my control for a word of your love
What is love, without patience in suffering,
What is suffering without pain?
And what is pain without complaint?
There are truth and devotion in my lament
A testament of my bearing the constant silence
Yet still singing devotedly forever
For the suffering Nevermore


Love fearlessly your overlooked
Plain imperfections
And unbloomed seeds of poetry
Burrowed in the present land of a future
Undying forest
Far outlasting the abandoned and
Overgrown gardens of timely praises
That's now lost in maintenance
And translation

As with the minute storms
And only half-day suns
You don't want to plant your love
In bricks of spotless silver and gold
Nor do you want to bury them
In scorched earth
That have never greeted a
Raindrop or the
Words of comfort from a tormented soul to another.
Includes the previous poem as it fits and I thought it was still just as important, and did not want it to be buried beneath the new ones.

Learn from Scars, Not Flesh Unmarked
By: Yue Xing Yitkbel ****
Sunday, October 6, 2019, 16:25
Amanda Dec 2018
Thoughts are eating me alive
I feel sharp bites as they gnaw
Bleeding out pints of sense and reason
From conclusions I draw

I am glad to drift to sleep every night
Even with precious time flying by
Happy to experience any relief
No problems behind closed eyes

Conversations filling free dreams floating within
Attempting to be understood
Have no interest in indulging opinions
Hanging silent in my head, engraved in 'would'

In efforts to turn around my thinking
I stuff my mind with different distractions
Put hands to use with various tasks
Only substances bring satisfaction

I need to unearth the causes
Responsible for lack of peace
Little by little learn to be happy
Sorrows burning my brain will cease
Thoughts can cause more damage than anything else
Spencer Smith May 2018
I speak my mind,
And I'm rewarded with blank stares.
"You're too young to not feel fine!"
Yet I wake up every day to despair.

I feel my hands trembling.
I see their confusion.
They aren't understanding.
They yell at me to come back in unison.

I'm only Thirteen,
And I feel as if I have the weight of the world,
Weighing down on me.
Suffocating me, blocking out all my words.

I write with my blood,
I've watched my arms be drained,
They see my cuts,
And ask me how it happened.

They think I'm too young to feel pain,
But I have it in Spades.
I can't tell them how it happened, so I run into the rain,
Panting, exhausted, and lost, just looking for somewhere to stay.

They don't understand,
Your just a kid,
Are you mad?
Just because I'm young doesn't stop pain from digging a pit for me.

I crawl into the pit every time,
Knowing it's the only peace I'll ever have,
Even if it is discomforting.
They see me suffer in silence, with a confused look, they'll never understand such a young soul to be tormented like this.
Tony Oquendo Aug 2014
A soul full of jealousy,
a heart full of pride,
I struggle to keep my demons inside
My mind is corrupted,
my anger unleashed
my path is unclear as I change my stride
Relentless anguish,
unbearable pain,
a place I know all to well,
Heaven help me, for I have fallen,
I'm stuck on the wrong side of hell
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