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Lukai Mar 2023
built up my walls
to avoid this
reinforced them with metal
lined up the windows with wood
bolted the doors
Swore on my life that I wouldn't let anyone through
but I missed a hole in the corner
and a little mouse snuck in somehow;  undetected
but I let it roam as it pleased
It wouldn't harm me?

little did I know he was a devil in disguise
Lukai Mar 2023
I found a seed, and I planted it.
Watered it daily
Checked the soil in which it sat
Nothing happened so
I changed the potting,  
Giving it sun,
Made sure it saw the light
Checked it everyday
Did everything right,
Waiting for it to sprout something
Anything even.

But it didn't grow,
because the seed died
ZS Jan 2023
I feel your departure
in thoughts of alien abductions
stolen away in the night
leaving nothing but
the lingering puffs of smoke
from my last cigarette

in slinking shadows —
white ghostly figures
just out of reach
like the days last rays of sunshine
as the sun goes down
my sanity bleeds.

each month, we dance this haunted tango
just me and my 3000 dollar tourniquet
against the world
enough money in my deltoid to pay the rent

today, I’ll be too tired to leave my bed
but in a few weeks
I won’t be able to sleep till
golden rays
filter in through window blinds
finding my solace in sunbeams

when you fade away, my demons take hold
the complicated part of dancing with demons
is sometimes you get burnt
third degree pains holding my brains
in a chokehold
when all I’ve ever wanted
is to breathe

(in, out)
Phoenix Nov 2022
I'm screaming
Screaming
Screaming
Screaming

No one hears me
Hears the echos
Sounds that bounce through my hollow core

The emptiness
Suffocating
Overwhelming
Exhausting

Can't breath
Can't think

Don't want to live
Don't want to die

To exist
To not exist

To be
To not be

Screaming
Yelling
Crying
Begging

Mercy
Mercy
Mercy

Have mercy on me

Hear me
Help me
Free me
A vent poem - I am not a danger to myself; I am safe
Fay Aug 2022
everytime I think of you
my chest begins to hurt again
is it pain? is what i'm feeling so awful?
no, no, it's wonderful

and even if your smile is a little crooked, a little imperfect
it's still perfect
because that smile is for me
i want to tell you
how much i care
so why must i wait?

for the others who i cannot be with
never touching, never speaking
growing ever further away
despite the constant reassurance and the
'I Love You's
it isn't the same

because she smells like pine and popcorn butter
and they smell of nothing at all
distance grows and i do not like the feeling
i do not like growing apart from those i love
so why must I?

why
must
i?
ShininGale May 2022
ℑ𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔲𝔩𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢,
𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔯𝔶 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔦𝔡.
𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔶 𝔡𝔦𝔡 ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔞𝔶 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤,
𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡.

ℑ'𝔪 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔳𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔡 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫,
𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔶 ℑ 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡𝔫'𝔱 𝔰𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲...
𝔑𝔬𝔴, 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔴. ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔥𝔲𝔱 𝔲𝔭.

𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔶 𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔡 𝔦𝔱 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔲𝔪𝔞,
𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔦𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔥𝔲𝔯𝔱𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰.
𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱, ℑ 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔯𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩.
𝔅𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢'𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔢𝔣𝔱 𝔞𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩.
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It was you who pulled the trigger again, this wasn't what I originally wrote but hey it's gone now. I remember writing how the tables were turned after they called you disrespectful - But maybe, prolly, actually, out of anxiousness I lowkey stopped them because I know you'll blame me again. But guess what, I know you always did whenever I'm the one who started... whatever you do along the way doesn't matter, right? Today I was even told that I fear you more than my mother, nah I don't fear anyone, it's just that I'm tired of your cutting assumption, perception and words that is slowly making me believe that I'm always wrong. I don't want to care no more, because out of all - I hate to lose myself.
Anastasia Apr 2022
Flower growing around my wrists
Angry angry angry
Thorns cut deep into my skin
Angry angry angry
My blood is boiling
And leaking from my eyes
Red blooms blossoming from the tight cracks in my fists
Angry
Angry
Angry
M Solav Mar 2022
Les frôlements du vent qui frottent mes oreilles
Me rappellent le tonnerre qui gronde au **** du ciel
Apeuré de milles nuages flottants.
Écrit le 1 juin 2021.


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