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CautiousRain Aug 2018
Help me
I am scared
Of the men in my closet
Their skeletons wound
Like a jack in the box
So when I look for something
And the door just nearly cracks
for those I’d almost forgotten
They all come crashing down
Suffocating me with their cold bones.
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Isaac Jul 2018
I made a new friend,
Though old she may be.

Spotting her at the end,
I invited her for tea.

Sitting with me for a moment.
My worries became obsolete.

Her sting so potent.
It made everything sweet.
Written 21 July 2018

I have learned that your own death can become a valuable friend.

John Eldredge says it beautifully:

The most dangerous man on earth is the man who has reckoned with his own death. All men die; few men ever really live.
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
A child that runs free
With skinned knees and no worries
How I miss those days
I miss those simple days. truly.
Man, today was such a long day, my limbs are aching!
But i'm back with more haikus!
125 followers? Bring on the tears T-T
I can't thank you enough!
Really, it means alot!
Love you and be back soon!
Lyn ***
Blade Maiden Jul 2018
Sometimes I ask myself
when did my thoughts and hopes of blue and green
turn into violet worries, violent dispositions
When did this soul with its empty bookshelf
burn all its unwritten scripts of things yet to be seen
and my steady solace turn into a contradiction

I know what I want in life
when I see my favorite pieces of art
scattered accross the canvas of my solitary nights
my cold fingers once touched it and I can count it on all five
I want to believe that I'd be content with really only a shard
to know my dreams aren't just made of imaginary sights

My open heart drives me
in uncertain directions with clear aspiration, sometimes just insane
but always looking, always wanting, always one heart ahead
If my eyes could only look beyond uncertainty and I'd finally see
a way that goes far and will let me travel along a green country lane
If I could feel as if I'd know why it seems so difficult not to be dead.

In everything that had to be broken and shed
these distant promises on remote and empty shores
For only the contingency of all that could be good and whole
Truly not knowing where this road might have led
and still keep my hands open and reaching and breathe in deeply through all of my pores
let me just find one wholesome and abiding content in this burning library inside my soul
A very deep-rooted and emotional piece that just started to flow out of my head into my hands and finally on this page. I'm at a better place today, surely. But there's still so much that feels empty and uncertain and not.. quite right. And things sometimes seem so hopeless and sad in such strangely and terrifyingly normal ways. It's difficult to hold on to things that you want to live for. Here's to all the blind but necessary hope!
stranger Jul 2018
My insomniac friend
What kind of thoughts what kind of regrets
Won't let your day end?
My insomniac friend what kind of music could sooth your worries?
Could I be the one who owes you some sorries?
My insomniac friend why do you stress?
You said it's not the worst but the best.
My insomniac friend why do you keep hiding?
You've gotten so good at lying.
My insomniac friend who could you be?
I think I found you one night living inside me
Nana Yaw Ofori Jul 2018
There is a fountain in the mountains
A place of solace where no one knew
With every springing branch,
There, lives a clear pure dew
And there, tiny red armies match.

There is a fountain in the mountains
A place so triumphant, so still
With every drifting fall,
There, lives an old grave so ill
And there, the fallen heroes call.

There is a fountain in the mountains
A place you might call home
With every chirp the birds sound
Stands an ancient battleground
And there, a lost Eden is found.

There is fountain in the mountains
A place maidens lay and play
With swoosh of a sword from the sheath of a knight
A maiden, a king, a nation, a generation, an entire civilization is history.
And there, an empire rises as day and falls as night.
A lonely woods
About an old civilization
Becca Jun 2018
You lay there sleeping as I listen to your heart beat
I want to give you the world
But mine is shattering beneath me
How do I explain it
You'll never understand what I'm saying
But my heart has taken many, many hits
I weep when I'm alone
No one I can rely on very long
Slowly.. I'm turning to stone
I blame you for everything
Tell you to take responsibility
But I'm really talking to my own insecurities
What if you die?
I'd **** myself
One more tug and I'll start to fly
The inevitable runs my life.
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