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CK Orzen Jul 11
I feel it in my bones
When im all alone
It gives my grief a home
Unexpected and unknown

The sadness keeps you with me
Heart breaking to the third degree
I thought our end would mean we're free
But your memory grows like a tree

All through my mind
I was evil, when you were kind
Puts my feelings in quite the bind
Guilt is all I seem to find

When you lose someone you used to defend,
New regrets surface you can't comprehend.
Now put on a smile and try to pretend,
But don’t forget—you created the end.

Five years ago
My true colors showed
My reply to you was no
I told you you needed to go
You said we can still be friends right
I said its not fair to fill your thoughts at night
Your future deserves clear eye sight
It was just like you to let me win that fight

You asked for a hug goodbye
Under a star filled dark night sky
When I said I never loved you , I lied
I never expected so soon you'd die

As I write this i am married
As for you, you'll soon be buried
Your casket wont be the only thing carried
As my tortured thoughts are no longer parried

So long to a former beau
You've opened wounds That have no way to sew
I always thought my feelings for you were faux
I didnt realize youd bring me to an all time low

Your karma will do its work
As your memory it will lurke
Because when you dropped dead at work
We both know it was me that was the merk

C.K. Orzen
Ronnel A May 26
Ribs on my chest,
slowly falling down
Filling them with nothing
Muscles and organs still intact
Yet, blood flows down on my rib cages,
As i watch and
pick them up by pieces

and so I breath,
just to check if my heart still there
Even had the urges to remove my own eye
I feel no pain but,
why i have to take the damage internally?
and all of that,
i heal the bruises but still…
Samuel Feb 15
Always assumed to be the villain,
Lingering in the shadows of a crooked path.
Am I misunderstood? Or is it just my destiny—
To be the star of my own one-man show? Isn’t it funny?

The irony is, promises were made.
Friendships did indeed fade.
But I am here, still at the restaurant,
Sitting in the corner I haunt.

A ghost of Christmas past,
Watching time slip through the cracks.
Thinking of the roads I never took,
And the weight of the past on my back.

Is redemption just a wishful dream?
Or a fate already cast?
I sit at the restaurant and I wonder-
When The Prophecy changes at last.
Samuel Feb 7
From afar, I see what looks like paradise—
Is this why I paid the price?
I endured hurricanes, rainstorms, and floods;
Yet nothing, I find, is thicker than blood.

As I approach the garden,
The waterfalls turn black,
Roses wilt,
Bushes burn,
Sand dunes lie unturned.

Still, it draws me—
Like a moth to the flame,
Like a bee to the flower.

I reach for a rose,
To admire its pose,
But scarlet-red blood ****** through my fingers,
Staining my white shirt.

Is this death—or rebirth?
Zelda Jan 13
I'm not a poet
Don't speak the language

Death follows (a lantern-lit, moss-draped carriage)
Offers me a ride (so kind)
But it's not my time (for—for;
give me,
get me)

I'm not a tortured soul
Just trying to be understood

Please? Won't someone save me?
(Where—
oh
where—
am... I?)

I'm just writing on this journey to the end
Jan 13,2025
i feel tortured in winter, the fog  reminds me of good times
when my gray world turned to blue
i feel tortured in autumn, a season spent missing someone
a total love blackout
i feel tortured in summer, a summer meant to be full of love
turned to gray
i feel tortured to see rain, it reminds me of weeping nights
and when i was in pain
a tortured poet and his tortured seasons
a tortured poet forced to be tortured by torturous peoples
because of their torturous sin
a question why did i associated my memories
and made my seasons tortured?
i'm not declaring myself as a tortured poet.
Josie Mar 2024
On world poetry day
I'm a tortured poet
When my ambiguous words
And meanings
Touch your soul
Happy World Poetry Day!!
Jeremy Betts Jan 2021
The only role I ever land is "outcast tortured by the cruelty and pain of his past" I sure didn't choose this path, feels more as though I've been typecast, or maybe I am a *******, holding out for every last ounce of pain before I blast this trader living in my head for the last 30 years off my shoulders, through a window pane, then, just as fast, turn to the vast hole in my chest that once held my heart and press the cold steel to it with the mass of my dread firmly in my grasp, gun fire drowned out by echoing laughs, fulfilling a prophecy of my future while neglecting lessons from my past, the game of life feels less like a game of chance and more like a test that's harder to advance than all the rest and wouldn't you know it, I fell asleep in class and didn't pass, apparently I even tuned out the emergency broadcast. Went and amassed a losing record that'd be impressive if not for the direct contrast the win column presents and the enormous shadow my downfall casts. Harassed by the devil on each shoulder, I thought that maybe once I got older, if I could just stay on task and remain steadfast, I would be able to open a can of whoop a$$ and trespass the evil within this house of glass but alas I must telegraph my every move or they've seen a future telecast because they lambast each strike and I'm not sure I'll outlast these issues, I'm gassed, plus, problems have started showing up in mass from a much higher weight class, they must have bypassed the weigh in process but I've always known who the deck was stacked against, hence why I never win, I only survive and my methods would flabbergast most, the truth finds it's way to the surface and I find myself aghast, crying like I've been teargassed with no gas mask but I've surpassed the point where waterworks will bring forth empathy, gotta own my involvement in the crash, volunteer to take out my own trash and this time I'll throw my pain out with the bath water and be free at last...free at last, free at last, no thanks to god almighty I'll be free at last

©2021
Tony Oquendo Dec 2020
I welcome every day with a facade dancing in the sun while in the shadows little by little my soul dies.

Hi, how are you?  I'm fine.

What a lovely day.

No, please.  Allow me.  I write the most beautiful lies.
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