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Srijani Sarkar Mar 2018
I think
as artists
we owe a lot to pain.

Put on
a robe of thorns
and write

about the nice weather outside
and that delicious burger
you had today.

Write about happiness
when you're in pain-
beauty.
Mary Feb 2018
thy soul - abandoned
heartache dwells
and
enwreathed by woe

'tis one who loved
nor one who lost

thy mind becomes enthralled
by ones greatest loss
Sanity;
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Woe
Of all, universal questions
You were, the answer

Now, I look at, the horizon.
Genre: Love
Theme: Then, nothing matters.
Traumeria Jan 2018
You can do this!
I believe in you!
Don't stop now!
Haha I'd say *******, too!

Why listen to myself,
If I can listen to them.
Their words of encouragement
Is my national anthem.

You're beautiful!
You're more worth than you think!
It's okay to make mistakes!
Just think Pink!*

They are always here for me,
I was never alone.
Why did I ever think
That I was never at home.

Never again,
Now I know,
I can worry not,
cause

I am home.
Words of Encouragement
we were never
right
handed
green
eye
i
eyes
blind
she left
me me me me me me me me me me
how could she
oh my my poems
gave them to her
she put
an
match
burn burn burn


you freak she thought
or that freak
we ran
from
the
corner
of
her
mind
hurry
she says
then shes
calling me
leaving me
less love
no love
she
left me
?


















...
..
oh
the
...
Diána Bósa Nov 2017
I wandered from mirror after mirror
finding no home in any of them,
for my reflection can only have a being
in these eyes of yours.
Cimmerian Chaos, incediary
The Requiem of the Revenant:

Tis I,
The Breathing Song
Conjuring a vestige,
Ensorcelled by what I'd been envisaging.

Maimed by Tempus, The Temporal Arbiter
Words reverberating on the wavelength of my soul
Left me vibrating desolate and wayworn.
Utterances deluging me in the Dominion of Doubt
Until I reached a crossroads
For perilous was the pilgrimage I peregrinated.

The Penultimate Tribulation has begun
And though angst is festering in my flesh,
The Sacred Lotus of Dreams has not wilted,
Shalt it ever upon the Lake of the Holy Oracle;
Elysium of the Soul is awaiting those who are stalwart
In the Visage of the Shadows.*

∞Hallelujah∞

By Sanders M. Foulke III
Two month old free verse poem regarding my own martyrdom and tribulations in the flesh. My iniquities can bring about lightness and sanctity if I so speak it into my life. Surrendering over all suffering, woe, and lamentation over to the Ethereal leads to transcendence of blight and ascendence to Elysium of the Soul. Be encouraged when you suffer, for peril means not ending but genesis. Genesis of wisdom, love, power, justice, endurance, meekness, humility, loyalty, faith, hope, joy, and every other virtue that is His. Any feedback is most appreciated. Enjoy! God bless!
Xyns Jul 2017
Honestly, sweetheart, I don't see
Why you can't see
That you belong with me
And you want to belong to me
I go back to you; you come back to me
You're just as hooked, baby
That's clear to see
Oblivious, you try to seem
But, love, you can't lie to me
You're simply scared of me
Because I've evoked feelings
And you were sent reeling
You feel confused and guilty

You admitted I'm on your mind
I know you wouldn't rewind
You and I are the only two of our kind
Others like us are hard to find
You'd rather not leave me behind
I was yours; now you're mine
That fact has you in a bind
As we met, the planets aligned
There's no need for me to remind
Naturally, we were intertwined
Different than the rest of mankind
*Basically, you were made to be mine
So, darling, you must be blind
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