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Ken Pepiton Dec 2019
Help. If that is a question,

and quests are journeys from here to there and back,
again.

If and. A state of hesi oddness,
yes,
we exist in spite or spirit of
our creator, eh?
The craftsman's due.
Muzzle not the ox that treads the corn.

Pay the piper, if ye dance, ye know ye did.
No need to lie and say you know better,

you became more like yourself as you aged,
who made you be you?
Who do you think you are?

Aha, Pinocchio, Punch 'n' Judy… no, no Stepford
wife, but a reason for the wish, clown collector meet my
Curio store clown,
Kohari,

Can we handle a different true?
Kohari, looks you in the eye, a god message,

come up the ladder,
tell me no lie, or I
shall laugh out loud in your face, you don't know

squat, dung, **** brings stars to your ai
respectible eyes,

but this is the medium, the way, so to say, we came to
help
get past actual standing under knowns,
and begin walking into the rest
that remains to be known,

by those who see by faith invisible things form
into substantiated realms of sensation,
sense, common,
is felt known
--- safe here, asif
no miles to go,
this were home, and sleeping, now,
is safe.
Dared to reason on what good faith is, in a real world...
Cc Dec 2019
Every-time he hits me
Every-time he leaves a bruise
I feel like I´m losing it
I don´t cry
I don´t make a sound
I don´t say a word
not because I don want to
but because he seems to enjoy it more when i scream or cry
Ashok Meena Nov 2019
How many images of little ashes have surrounded the sky?
Unclear buzzing, as if I am trapped in some illusion.
Abandoned pregnancy, suddenly left home and took up isolation. Terrific massacre of clean momentary weirdness in the mind.
Illusion, dream, nostalgia, childhood, unstable, thought, away from home, isolation
Empire Nov 2019
I can't bring myself to concentrate
Sit in class and find myself somewhere else
I'm either depressed or anxious
It's always crippling
Meds just make it all worse
Consequences are getting closer
They're going to call me lazy
They'll tell me it's my fault
I'll believe them
But I'm not capable of more
I'm not stable
I can't function
I can't do all this
It's too much
I can feel the panic
It'll come tonight for certain
I'm not stable
I'm not okay
I'm falling
Drowning
Fading
Dying
Sky Oct 2019
Why did I get the unlucky gene?
I didn't want my words to be seen
By your abandoning eyes
Which were my demise

I found a way to make my peace
Write it all down, my thoughts in place
Now that you know what I have done
You'll make **** sure that I'll be gone

But we both know, I have a weapon
So let me be, my head's unstable
I won't tell her what really happened
Behind her back, while we all suffered.

These words are all that's left for me,
Just let me be, just let me be.
River Sep 2019
shes been broken so many times before
lost sight of any light
in her life its just nothing but despair
sitting alone with a heart
that seems to have disappeared
her mind isnt stable
to handle any more words
she just wants to hide away from the world
shes like fragile glass
all she needs is one more tap
then shes completely broke and
there is no more going back
Sabila Siddiqui Jul 2019
“I wanted to hold on to someone. But even my inner circle seemed far away. Some seemed to not care about what I had to say. My life seemed unstable just like the chemicals in my brain. I just wanted someone to care, to actually truly care about me. Maybe they did, but I couldn’t see it. Maybe they were there offering their support but I was too deaf to hear it. Too blinded and deafened by my own pain and loneliness. I feel I have nothing to hold on to. Nothing. No purpose. No motive. No one. And when there is nothing, you find there no purpose to breathe.”
I thought vulnerability was for the weak.
Even when I let you inside my thoughts
I've had both hands on your steering wheel.
I swerve hard left turns on the difficult memories,
dodging the on coming traffic of blatant truths.
My minds is a pile up on intestate 98
but I have you on the detour route
to Mr. Nice Guy lane on the road of "life is okay".
The next stop is "I am happy" street on the corner
of "you will be all right" avenue and "I don't care" lane.
But these fabricated roads are painted over signs
that trick you into believing that I am truly "fine".
But all the cars have crashed and burned
and now you know the truth.
Insomnia is literally killing me right now but hey makes some interesting poems
TheSilentScream Jun 2019
Questions come in stories
Building towers full of worries
For me to leap off of and into a sea
A sea of anxiety, never-ending, undying
And although I laugh as if my wilting flower is fine
It wilts until completely deprived
Dried and deceased, crumbled and stagnant, at least
Up and down goes my merry-go-round
Crooked crown, a king resting on hell hounds
Painted portraits, of hypnotic orchids
I've lost my mind
In a mania.

In a mania
I've lost my mind
My emotions have become so much more synthetic
Abolished to hell where the bad dogs go
Spinning round and round, disrupting my mental flow
Chaotic, messy, lively, wet, to say the most
It grows until completely fulfilled
Although I cry, because my growing weeds are poor
I feel somewhat okay, on this burning sediment
And as I clutch onto the rope above me
Burning the ground of any hope
Answers are lost in mazes
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