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I'm emotionally detached,
in twenty nine days ninety panic attacks,
I see through your eyes,
straight to your past,
the times that you meant it when you really laughed.
Your crescents hate light,
and descend through the day,
I'm deciding my mind between painful and sane,
dividing a line between not okay and opaque.
A plaque I was given;
replying quotes to a mirror image of what I thought could cope.
I know my life's doubtful,
more mournful than most.
Lost in translation as feeling the least,
a leash on my brain and one sense of release.
I wanna meet sharpness to puncture my breath,
rather than losses I can't reconnect-
All feedback is welcome and appreciated

This poem is about how unattached I am from myself. I hope it makes sense
z Feb 12
And don't spend your days weeping,
over a subject that doesn't stop to wonder
about you and your worrying demeanour.

And don't even bother spending nights
and even days empty, hoping for a reply
from the mysterious person who once filled your mind.

And don't you think to question yourself
for their demeaning actions
that have left you cold and unattached.

For if they wanted to
they would've.

-z
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Joshua Crain Oct 2017
Take the stage
Then take a bow.
Touch a heart,
Then skip town.
Skip a stone,
Then sink below.
Leaving ripples behind.

Take a breath,
Then let it go.
Let's take a ride
On the undertoe.
Kiss the sky,
Then dive below.
Like a breaker,
Turn to mist-
Drift.

Spreading wings,
Lift off in flight.
Melt the wax,
Drop from the sky.
Like a comet
Shining bright,
Burn to stardust on the wind-
Drift.
So often throughout my life, I have felt that I merely drift through people's sphere of being- like some benign ghost seeking a permanent haunt, or a wind born seed looking for a place to take root.
swallow your darkness ..
paint me purple ..
tickle me pink ..
burning in red ..
fiery green ..
distance in shade ..
like we see no color ..
feeling the aura of your aurora ..
bury me in yellow ..
sky so bright , yet so mellow ..
swallow your darkness ..
paint me in grey ..
burning in gold ..
fiery disarray ..
walking on levels of coal covered in tears ..
missing the coldness of my fears ..
swallow my darkness ..
paint me in black ..
burning in red ..
emotions unattached ...
we cover our mouths ..
bow our heads ..
we forget what it's like to not be dead ..
spend quality time trying not to forget ..
the darkness we hide while we're burning in red ..
Godlink Dec 2014
I guess you could say,
my emotions have died.
You cut me deep,
like a dagger or knife.
My soul ripped away,
trashed, a waste of a life.
You made me this way,
now unattached,
I like it that way.

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