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"disappeard" poems
I. my lips sewed together with perfectly stitched thread through thin needle holes the wounds still wounds not healed over the years the daily torture of wanting to speak but not being able to tell II. my hands shaking excessively clinging to the thin rubber band my voice trembling as i try to unwrap one syllable after another the aching in the throat as i try to describe in as little detail the things i went through III. as soon as the words left my mouth almost as silent as a short breath i leave the room you sitting there trying to grasp what i had just coughed up and disappeard directly after realizing i actually did IV. i am nowhere and everywhere at once i am there again you try to unwrap the tangled words the things unsaid the thoughts not spoken i slip out of reality and suddenly i hear you say loud and clearly "It was not your fault. It never was and it never will be."
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May 8, 2023
May 8, 2023 at 2:39 PM UTC
Confession
Ghosts are comming into town, Everybody, scream and shout. Only the happy people scream, But the broken ones don't care, it seems. The ghosts are taking over this place, While singing this happy song they made. '' Oh oh, sing along. The humans are finally dead and gone. The happiness that we killed, Oh oh, i'm so thrilled.'' And suddenly the ghosts disappeard, But actually, no one cheered. The happiness is gone, and so is my soul. The happy thoughts are killed, in this place they don't belong.
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Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 4:44 PM UTC
Ghosts.
Don't know where to go, Every way seems to be closed Don’t know what & who is right Every word seems to be wrong Caring is a crime or love is a fault? All feelings seems to be gone… Smile, laughters all has disappeard Left alone, with some unknown fears Can't help it out, what's going on Just wondering, why its taking too long? ! Some unsaid words, whispering in my mind Leaving my face, more to be frown Let me die or rescue me now Let unsaid words, said, before I'll be victim of another dawn….
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Dec 23, 2011
Dec 23, 2011 at 5:19 PM UTC
I Need Those Missing Answer's
If rivers can speak what they say? Please dnt pollute us, go away! If animals can speak what they say? Please dnt **** us let us stay! If forests can speak what they say? Dnt hurt us, we'll be disappeard one day! If air can speak what it says? Stop vitiation, we will pray! If land can speak what it says? Please dnt destroy us orlse you'll have to pay! ----de3pak
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC
A request
where is my head? it has disappeard it's been picked and prodded it's been shattered and knotted come find me i'm l o s t endlessly searching for any thoughts
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Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 11:02 AM UTC
where is my head?
Wednesday, open window into the sun. Eagle sub- merged in our wall, ancient as limestone or basalt, while holding you. Our last goodbye, between land and the Red Sea, Time disappeard out of nowhere. Sinai has no ambivalence, now or forever. Time changes everything, if you're lucky. Blue in the window, and I touch the sky to make a wish. One drop of water in your balloon, fast asleep for centuries. Ahh, revenge is so sweet, darling. But it is getting late, tomorrow comes down from the galaxy when full of stars. We will be looking up.
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Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 10:27 AM UTC
Tipon, Virgo 2019
Life is merely and not more than just a test, every moment passing, a movement of this finger, a judging sense has taken part and will not rest. The turning doesn't hesitate, and oblivious linger, neither do you wait for what the puffy whiteness has to say, never experiencing with such lightness, never do you happen to have time spared, sad, cutting hours, like cutting carrots on a cutting pad. Overflown with dodgy flower petals, bursting all around and floating somewhere high above the ground, tall as the emperor with his gowns and words profound. separated from the sky and earth, in between, I call your name and yell and see, I scream, no sound escapes like gladiators fighting, whilst this emperor eats grapes, Having to belong somewhere, to prove or show and hone, it is just a test, regretting that he kicked the missing stone. It fled and now it disappeard in moving gooey rings, its fledding with a flash, though harmless, drenched, it clings on what the surface was but now is drowning, sinking. What on earth was told, what were you thinking, believing things as love and hope. I do respect the way you live and carelessly enjoy the lusts of life I say are a toy for a kid who doesn't like to play. His mother is ill, his life infected by the strings that once connected, family, torn apart, like gowns and words, his father lost at start, events, that cut the frayed cords. He had to form, with love and comfort, an alliance, but merged with loss and despair, care was never his worry, hurry to the gutter, saved the stone, and bliss was brought upon that kid, the stone was just a rock, and all he had and ever would, a test in life to mock his being.
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Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC
He lives
Life is merely and not more than just a test, every moment passing, a movement of this finger, a judging sense has taken part and will not rest. The turning doesn't hesitate, and oblivious linger, neither do you wait for what the puffy whiteness has to say, never experiencing with such lightness, never do you happen to have time spared, sad, cutting hours, like cutting carrots on a cutting pad. Overflown with dodgy flower petals, bursting all around and floating somewhere high above the ground, tall as the emperor with his gowns and words profound. separated from the sky and earth, in between, I call your name and yell and see, I scream, no sound escapes like gladiators fighting, whilst this emperor eats grapes, Having to belong somewhere, to prove or show and hone, it is just a test, regretting that he kicked the missing stone. It fled and now it disappeard in moving gooey rings, its fledding with a flash, though harmless, drenched, it clings on what the surface was but now is drowning, sinking. What on earth was told, what were you thinking, believing things as love and hope. I do respect the way you live and carelessly enjoy the lusts of life I say are a toy for a kid who doesn't like to play. His mother is ill, his life infected by the strings that once connected, family, torn apart, like gowns and words, his father lost at start, events, that cut the frayed cords. He had to form, with love and comfort, an alliance, but merged with loss and despair, care was never his worry, hurry to the gutter, saved the stone, and bliss was brought upon that kid, the stone was just a rock, and all he had and ever would, a test in life to mock his being.
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I have been marked by horses tied to the saddle as they forded the Colorado River chest deep in currents carrying me away I have disappeard in a cloud of ponies painted black and white I shudder at their muscular flanks they nudge me into the corral I have cheered as a Palamino pranced down Main Street my grandfather grandly on board beauty integrity his hidden strength I have wept as a horse has died unceremoniously carted off will I find him in my glue will I force the old man to answer Why
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Apr 7, 2023
Apr 7, 2023 at 7:14 PM UTC
I Have Been Marked by Horses