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deadhead Apr 20
when we met,
you spoke with
conviction.
but when you left,
everything you
said sounded like
vague guesses,
you sounded
so unsure.
was i the
cause for that?
my answer would
be as vague as
your leaving,
i'm sure
idk i haven't been able to write anything well recently, my apologies to whomever enjoys my poetry
neth jones Mar 28
vagrancy forms the pupil
loitering firms a study
a passenger of the seasonal influence

believe in the homeless
the pigeons and the litter
lovingly observe the unhandled gaps
in our gathered mouthings

believe in big babies
believe in display
the posters
walls
malls
the money bleed
that we are sincere to
and the signals that thread us
to one single box

invited and isolated
housed
unhoused
on vacation
and vacated

inattentive pupils
RJ Jan 24
is the death so dearly wished,
final words upon your lips?
leave the world, fatal breaths,
cross thy heart and lay to rest?

the shining glimmer in your eyes,
blotted out: a cloudy sky.
the warmest hearth, stomped out cold,
the ****** of a soul of gold.
I wrote this poem during physics class.
Jonah Jan 22
Where is my soul?
I am empty inside
Where is my heart?
I am empty inside
What are those feelings
You are talking about?
For I do not feel them,
I am empty inside

There is a void where my heart should be,
A black hole inside my chest.
It´s eating me from the inside,
Choking me every day.
I cannot understand your love,
I cannot understand your happiness,
For I am, and always will be,
Empty inside.

Inject me with poison,
I won´t feel the pain.
Set me on fire and watch me burn,
For there is no food for the flames.
The sun won´t warm my body,
The snow won´t make me hurt.
For my body is numb,
For my mind is screaming,
For I am empty inside.  

Your pain is raging,
Like an ocean at war.
Brutal in its force,
Peaceful in its wake.
My pain is creeping,
Lingering and never truly gone
Like the scent of rotten flesh in the sun,
Impossible to ignore.

I am empty inside,
For I do not feel them,
Those feelings you are talking about.
I am empty inside
For my heart isn´t there any more
I am empty inside
For my soul has disappeared
I am empty inside
And I don´t remember who I am.
xandra Dec 2020
this is a test
to see how this works,
and if
this will still be here.
and if it's not, i guess that's
just how the world is supposed to work.
...
but it's still here,
so i don't really
know how
to process this now,
i suppose.
i doubt this is a metaphor
and even if it were,
i have no subject it would be for.
but i think we both know that it won't be for you
Dereaux Sep 2020
I remember
something vague
from a distant past
which I can't place yet
here in the present.

A story in my head
filled with fun
and intense happiness
not a scratch on my crystal ball
everything healthy,
nothing broken.

An era has passed
a love perished
the piece has been written
but I don't like the ending.
bloodKl0tz Sep 2020
i cant remember what it felt like to be a child

there are vague grasps at a feeling

of security, not yet shaken
in adults who are able to know and to do and to decide
I was wondering if there would be a chance you would contact me and talk about what had happened to us, that maybe we could see each other and maybe by then I’ll have what I need-closure. Maybe by that, I could find acceptance and finally say that this is the reality and I have to face it. But I know it won’t happen. I know you, you should have done it earlier, at least?

I’m still waiting for your message. I’m still holding on maybe we could work this time again or maybe we could sort this out but I know that the more I try to connect with you, the more painful it could be since you already cut me off from your life and I don’t want to become selfish to your decision. To be honest, everything is still not clear to me. Maybe because I didn’t get the answers I deserve, that I still lack your explanations to the point I’m wanting to see you so we could settle this out, and maybe by that I could finally have the courage to say my last goodbye. I’m wanting to see you- to make sure you’re okay, to hug you for one last time, and to tell you I’m thankful for everything.

Maybe we could see each other again, for the last time. And maybe by that, I would finally feel the freedom and assurance that it’s over.
Ameed Nov 2019
there's always a way out
it might be vague at first
possibly opaque
but, at the end of the day
you will look back
at the dark tunnel behind
and you won't believe that you were there
once
...
eva-mae coffey Nov 2019
This week I have wandered.
alone, a lost ghost among my regular haunts.
from the coffee shop in the park to the icy edge of the ocean I strayed,
Then returned to the warm yellow windows of my family home.
My hair is a mess, hasn’t been washed and left in a low tuft, at the nape of my neck, twined together with a green satin ribbon.

This week I have wandered.
Alone, a lost ghost among my regular haunts,
from the kitchen I crawled back to the warmth of my solitary sanctuary.
And there I stayed, as normal, in my navy knee length sweatshirt and joggers.

And now, as I sit in my single bed, pale back against the radiator, the tears finally come.
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