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  Mar 29 inkedsolace
Thomas Burge
Everything's wrong
But I know it's not
The future is happening
How can I make it stop?
I'm scared to death
I'm scared to live
I hate myself
I take a breath
Look in the mirror
I bite my tongue
I feel the fear
Plunge so deep
Even before it comes
Anxiety keeps me
From climbing the steep
inkedsolace Mar 28
A reign of corruption,
Orders of destruction,
Displacement, replacement,
Until it suits your taste,

Wreckage of spirit,
Hollowed out to mirror it,
Enjoy your lavish luxuries,
Made of sweat, labor and fears,
Trying to justify their tears,

So let's ignore the blood pooling under your feet,
After all, it isn't you that's being beat,

Fun playing puppet master isn't it?
Typical tyrannical monarchy, innit?
did someone say...colonialism?
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  Mar 28 inkedsolace
Hamzah
Everything that starts,
Shall end.
Thus, "Hello" is just another way to say
"Goodbye"
  Mar 24 inkedsolace
owls at dawn
we went to the cryptozoology museum
which was filled with oddities and people staring
at the oddities
and demonizing the oddities
and reading about other people demonizing
the oddities
poor secretive creatures
just trying to live their best hidden lives
it made me sad but

if I'm honest
                   I have
         an oddity
                           of my own
               and
  I stare
        and
                 demonize
   too
inkedsolace Mar 23
Give me a break,
This shouldn't have to be such a hot take,
Stop making me feel worthless and fake,
You're grinding my head into a medium rare steak,
****** and broken to throw into the lake,
Where rumors can drink from to cure their slake,
And I'll end up at night lyin' awake,
Wondering when comes dawn's jailbreak,
Stayin' up 'til my head starts to ache,
Stayin' up 'til my heart starts to break,
...Why can't you see what's at stake?

x i. solace
  Mar 23 inkedsolace
Mike Hauser
i find it a sickness
as well as a curse
this ranting in rhyme
complaining in verse
that spills from my mind
for better or worse
takes up my time
will i ever learn
how to shut it off
this beating on brain
stuck on repeat
lost in the refrain
never that deep
still questions remain
hey, don't look at me
the world is to blame
  Mar 23 inkedsolace
Agnes de Lods
The meaning of creative breath.
No one sees them,
they're the source of oxygen.
They nourish with thoughts,
symbols, and visions.
Don't ignore it.
What flows through us
is beyond us, and next to us.
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