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what a beautiful
tragedy
my love for you,
so strong,
it can destroy
my very
core
...
I'm hopeless.
CK Orzen Jul 13
Past lovers
Things left uncovered

Empty voids
Leave me paranoid

Our last encounter
Turns to be the founder

Of a now missus
Looking suspicious

Creating open wounds
That I never knew

When I heard you were gone
It didn't take me long

To recall the last I saw you
Knowing I left your heart blue

Now I seek comfort in your friends
Hoping that would provide a mend

He stopped loving her
Is stuck on replay Sr

I know I was the start
Of what stopped your heart

When I walked away
I didn't know it would be the last day  

All I wanted was for you to be happy
I know that sounds a bit sappy

But the magic eight ball read
YES...
Im the reason that your dead

The coroner states unknown
For why you left us alone

The ones who knew you best
Know why you became laid to rest


On a sunny July 1st
You fell to the ground for the worst

Death from a heart break
Caused by my earthquake

C.K. Orzen (2025)
Jeremy Betts Jul 4
Dark skies spill on me like black ink
To much to speak
To much to keep
There is no swim
Only sink
Stuck in the undertow
Of shiit creek
Can't plug the leak
No avoiding the brink
That comes in a blink
Don't peak
If the will is weak
Or the soul is meek
No hope left
For what I seek
My own ending
Is what I greet

©2025
sage Jun 24
In moments like these
i feel every weight of every planet
Rest on my shoulders

i see the heavens form against me,
Hell tries to side with me…

Every star in existence
Watching my fate crash right in front of me

i stand on the moon watching,
Watching from a far away distance the earth,
Where I watch you live your every day life.

You’re my entire world and don’t even know it…
Maybe it’s a hyper fixation
Because you show me true kindness

i find my self turning red,
Something i never did before…
i find myself waiting for a reply
Something i used to never care for…

It’s the unfortunate truth
But is something i must explain to you,

I’m torn between reality and spirituality

What’s real and what’s fantasy
How i live my life, i am on a separate plane of existence
Forced to answer to a being…

A being the size of 300 skyscrapers
All stacked in one…
A being that’s devoured everything i’ve ever cared for…

A being with a never ending devour for lust…
It feeds off the love i ever gave to any planet…

You’re my earth...

i don’t want you to become a victim of this destruction

So i run away from you…
When reality i am changing my course,
So you wouldn’t be hurt…

As i ride the cosmos
Passing by other planets in the distance,
None could ever compare to you…

The lonely silver surfer…
Writes a Lonely Soul’s Poem
Viktoriia Jun 22
there are no greetings,
no farewells,
they cross the line
and leave unnoticed.
a solemn choir of silenced voices
repeating an outdated prayer.
there is no god to hear them out,
their hope is but an empty promise.
they find their rest
in nameless graves
and die the way they lived,
unnoticed.
Jeremy Betts Jun 8
Life is the tragedy
That balances the more accepted comedy

©2025
Driven by red
riding hood,
wheels of eternity run
hot and cold
along the tracks
in her arm.

Around the bend
there are jigsaw
pieces of a puzzle,
scattered as destinations
once towns and villages,
now fodder for
the migrant beginner.

According to fable,
there's a wolf at the door,
home is no longer
a worthwhile rendezvous,
but a trap of origin.

Misery is a train ride,
a stray fantasy,
lingering in the wilderness
of her fractured mind.

She sells her gold bracelets,
for she needs
the dark coal,
she seeks
its deep freeze.

She can then
be many things
along the journey,
just never
a connection,
never a permanent signal.
Your movements are slowed, your spirit’s withdrawn
Is it right to miss you before you’re gone?
I know I’ve heard that to grieve is to be brave
But it feels too early to plot your grave.
There’s still life in your eyes, I see you trying
But I think we both know that you're dying...
I know with a fortune maybe it’d be delayed
But without a fight, you’ll simply fade.
I’m scared to look back on those happier days
Instead of meeting your pitiful gaze.
I want to cherish all that you have left
Instead of dreading when I’ll be bereft
Of hope of ever seeing you again...
Will anyone ever replace who you’ve been?
I’m sure they could never... No one could.
Even if heal is something I should,
I hope that if ever I do forget,
You promise that you won’t be upset.
Please forgive me if anyone takes your place
I hope it’s okay to ask for some grace.
Poem for Lily.
diamond star May 6
In a distant land, a city bright,
Where olive trees bathed in golden light.
Fields of oranges, ripe and sweet,
Where children’s laughter filled the streets.

The markets buzzed with joy and song,
With bread and sweets the day stretched long.
And in the air, so soft and near,
The call to prayer, both calm and clear.

A boy named Adil, young and free,
Kicked a ball beside the sea.
His laughter rang through ocean’s roar,
His joy, untouched, his spirit pure.

The sky, once bright, shattered apart,
A deafening BOOM that shook the tide.
The earth exploded, a deafening roar,
Shaking the heavens, tearing the floor.

Adil, still laughing, thought it was a game,
Chasing his cousin, calling his name.
But with each step, the world shook more,
And childhood crumbled to the floor.

His cousin’s grip was all he knew,
They ran, though neither understood.
“What game is this?” young Adil cried,
As they fled with nowhere to hide.

They ran through streets of bloodied cries,
Each corner echoing with broken skies.
Adil, with innocence in his chest,
Held his cousin’s hand, still thinking this was a test.

Where once stood a shop full of sweets,
Now rubble, fire, and twisted streets.
The joy he knew had turned to dust,
The city crumbled—lost to rust.

Still, Adil ran, his mind confused,
This had to be a game, he mused.
“Mama,” he whispered, wild with dread,
But this was not a game he had been led.

Through empty streets, they ran in vain,
Until cold metal came like rain.
A machine, massive, towering high,
Once seen in movies—now his sky.

Adil stood, still thinking it’s a race,
The terror too real, too much to face.
“Is this the game?” he thought in fear,
But the nightmare pressed far too near.
This poem reflects the innocence of childhood, and how quickly that innocence can be shattered by the horrors of war. It was inspired by the ongoing conflict in Gaza and the devastating impact on children caught in the crossfire. I wanted to show the heartbreaking reality that innocent souls, full of hope and joy, are forced to endure such unimaginable pain
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