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Amrita Tiwari Mar 17
Escape from what?
The pieces impalpable
Once part of thy self, are
Nowhere to be found
How many times will you try
To cope up
From some feeling
Very profound.

Escape from what?
Your own self or the world
Is only one force governing you?
Or is it dyarchy, through and through!
You try to split from the other
But it has an embrace
Around you
With the tightest glue

Escape from what?
The happy or the gloom
Calm or chaos,
You do have a clue
Or do you?
Is it numb or very eerie
Always sad, never cheery?

Escape from what?
Reality, harsh and smooth
O dear, stay here
It is going to be a tough root
Though all the impalpable
Would unravel
Someday on a blue moon!
escape, what, good, bad, unravel, impalpable, blue moon

should we keep escaping? what is your take on this?
Payton Mar 2021


This poem was written in 2020.
Laura Dec 2020
there's a place i want to take you
it's not very far
the miles we will travel
reveal who you are
little by little
giggle by giggle
take my hand, solve this riddle
between us
I've seen us
on a movie screen
I know this scene
you will be my queen
your eyes I have seen
Lane O Aug 2020
Even when I unravel,
hope still hangs on by a
I was writing about the things
that I won't feel anymore.
Bhill Aug 2020
great words, today, are flowing from the authur
what will be the message delivered, to you, the observer
how will each individual interrupt what is composed
it is not the author's duty to unravel written reflections
the chore in the written word is subject to reflection
what do you see?

Brian Hill - 2020 # 218
What do you see?
TyeniWrites May 2020
Accept it
For the future is calling you
The past is over and done
And life must go on
Live for today
Lily Jan 2020
Untied shoelaces,
Untied heart,
Her words flowing freely from
Her mind,
Her black boots tapping a rhythm
Known only to
Her eyes bloomed like
When she blinked,
And her chocolate fountain hair
Spilled over her gray graphic tee,
The messy bun
As her thoughts slowly
Themselves onto the page.
When you kiss my lips
my heart feels like it's unraveling at the seams,
and my emotions are exposed to you.

When you are done,
sew me up,
and do it all over again.
anonturtles Jun 2019
In less than a second
and for no reason at all
I'll revert
to who I was
before I felt fixed.

Or perhaps not turn,
just remember
that I am still just half
of my whole.

Or not remember,
just forget
and sink into a sickness,
the bad habits
that still linger.

But regardless of the reason
suddenly and all at once
I slip back into a state
I worked so hard for so long
to escape.
Watch my labours unravel
and realize I am no better
than I was then.

The facade cracks
and the feelings flood
the infection set loose.

It starts in my stomach
turns my blood black
sinks my chest in
so that I can't breathe
and don't want to.

It numbs my toes and my fingers
draws the very idea of happiness
out of me
as I exhale
and wish it was my last.

then my brain stalls
immersed in a fog
eyes unwilling to focus,
unable to focus,
on anything but the pitch inside
bubbling in my throat
suffocating me

my mind becomes possessed
by thoughts that are mine
but not in my control
making my world spin
in the circles
my thoughts trace

the dam behind my eyes burst
and my feelings wash over me
out of me
and suddenly I want nothing to do with you
nothing ever to do with you
never to see you
to ask you to please take your leave
since you've left me anyways
so that I never have to feel like this again
never suddenly feel again
the hole you carved
for yourself
the empty place
you left behind
please never again
see all the love you poisoned
never feel it course through my veins
realizing the love had nowhere to go
but circulate within me
trying to run from me
run to you
slicing exits
for my red love to leave
so I don't have to feel
the pain within
just the pain that's real
please let go
I can see our futures in an instant
how much it will hurt to see you
move on
and how much it hurts
to realize
I have not
from my stationary spot
in my living lie
that I tell myself
so that I get up in the morning
with the courage to survive the day
the day that includes you
will always include you
and it hurts so much
of course it hurts so much
for a while.

I blink and it's over.
Colour rushes back into my world.
Life rushes back into my body.
I smile,
and laugh,
and thrive
in this new normal
even if a part of me knows it isn't.
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