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 Dec 2020 Satan Dark
Jen
In Dreams
 Dec 2020 Satan Dark
Jen
Warm breezes in the night air
Whisper away every nightmare
Stars above in heaven's depths
Blink freely in the dark
Glowing with every promising spark
And during rest in dreams we see
The unreal and our thoughts are set free
To drift and live in sleep
And experience everything so deep
Sometimes waking, wishing you were still there
All that you can do is remember, and keep it near
Unearthly as it seems
Our souls are connected in dreams
I walk on egg shells everytime I go out. My nerves are frayed like a split wire. I feel like I am drowning in a river of sweat as I walk down the street. I keep my jacket and hood tight around me. The light of day burns me like a searing iron. Eyes are everywhere and everyone, at least what my paranoia is telling me. I try to walk quickly so we not to draw attention to myself. Getting back inside is all that matters to me. My veins burn and my heart races as I crave the sustenance that calms me. Into my building and up the stairs, the light bulbs flicker and the back ground noises buzz in my head. I struggle to get my key into the lock of the door. The pain grows like a wave inside me, I am living on a kniefs edge and I am about to fall off.
 Nov 2020 Satan Dark
Imran Islam
I miss you today
I miss you again,
At this blue bay
I'm in much pain.

I'm burning inside
You can't feel me,
I love you so much
You didn't get me.

Will you love me ever
like you do snowflakes?
Could we walk together
again by the salt lake?

I want you to smile
always for happiness.
I need your adore, baby
Cause, I feel you endless!
He Po(ker) is a joker.
This card game is a waste.
How, I pray, can we all play
When we can't CUT and PASTE?
 Nov 2020 Satan Dark
SCHEDAR
Shady soul
seeks out
stunning
vibrant flame
Now she
sits
smoldering
in a puddle
under his
Reign
 Nov 2020 Satan Dark
caroline
pony-tailed playmate
head tucked in her shirt
gazing steadily down
at her toes in the dirt

chaos tiptoes around her
naive oblivion
journeys in far away lands
just west of the meridian

watercolor fairy tales
bleeding outside the lines
unaware of the danger
unaware of the signs

let me sit with you, darling
in the dampened flower beds
and paint a new world
for us in our heads
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