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BB Tyler Sep 2010
I sway outside a wrecked poet's window
daily I see his mind raked
by fingers of clawing creation
I know his smiles are faked

My fractal arms forever aloft
my waiting blossoms and leaves
see his progress on falling apart
a soul strained through so many sieves

Changing seasons, personal treason
troubled the poet till May
when the spring brought his desired muse
as I am sorry to say

This story's been sung time and again
through mine own branches told
if you hark unto the sweet spring air
you'll see it yourself unfold
Copyright: Bennett Tyler
Naomi Sa'Rai Nov 2012
Inspiration
The uplifting spirit
Taste of wine
On surfaces of glass tables
Reflections of peace
Laughter echoes
Leaving behind
Chilling aspects
Happiness a foreing intruder
Don't feel compelled to fight for love
If your destined to loose her
Through sight of glass mirrors
Reflected horrors
Sorrow shadows
Black heart
Black heart
Influence
The uplifting mixture
***** spirit
Happiness a forgotten thought
Forget the cheap ***
And everything else bought
Infectious as cancer
Attacking the mind
Crippling slowly surging
Rippling throughout the spine
Bucking and bringing
The knees you cried upon
Forget the forshadowing love
All thoughts of it gone
Reflect on feelings
Emotions shown
Through glass windows
Zephyr Aug 2013
The passing of faces
I don't see any people

just memories
and forshadowing

of the coming year.
There was a pre-school party today. I call it the first day of school because it was like "Oh great, now I remember why I don't like school" it's never the work. It's the people.
anonymous Jan 2020
You are a piece of me
And as much as sometimes
I feel that I need to be my individual self
I find that it’s hard to think of living my life without you
As much of an independent woman
People have perceived me to be
And as much as I’ve made myself believe so too
A piece of you lives in me
And I hate that the thought of being without you
Makes me feel incomplete
Because if one day
The universe decides to separate us
Or tear us apart
And I fall..
The way I fell in love with you
Except this time
I fall into a pit of depression
A feeling that knows me oh so well
A feeling that constantly lingers around me
Like my favourite perfume
I fear that I may end up losing both of us
And I know that pain loves company
And maybe I don’t want to think about losing you
Because I’ve grown up to be pain
And you are my sweet, sweet misery
April 2019
Avestani Feb 2020
Calling out, I hear her name now
Falling now, I've never even seen the ground
Trust in sound, the truth could never persuade
Hear me now, I'll never seek to replace you

I can see her messy hair in my nightmare
An angels smile and piercing eyes, this fear is not fair
I've given love, I've given lies, I've given blank stares
I've broke inside, and cannot hide, that I don't care
I've been living, breathing constant calamities
Existant on the false notion that we are born free
The leaky faucet always seems to undermine my speech
I'm sideways drifting in a system come and follow me

It's in my mind playing over and over
She's my best card and so I know I gotta hold her
The perfect moment always seems like a fantasy
A slave to my own misconceptions guess I can't be free
Slowly the moon comes in and chokes out the sun
I'm so out of touch with reason that I've lost my love
Making memories of self inflicted verbal warfare
I'm addicted to this substance and I can't care
Empty hallways make me revisit my childhood
And empty feelings all I find when I should feel good
I'm slowly making my way into a revival
I guess I knew that all along
I'd have to die first

I can see her messy hair in my nightmares,
Blackest eyes like soulless voids give me a scalding glare,
Torn asunder is the room that she would meet me
Her every word a hate fueled curse made to defeat me
I'm a lion in the pit of her anotomy
She got this rope around my neck and swears to God I'm free
It's copacetic all the torture that we give ourselves
Recite the mantras, karma sutra, what's your mental health?

I'm down with the dirt but youre trying to bury me
Can't stop this sin-seeking self fullfilled prophecy
Dabbling mystic
I'm channeling spirits
Fueled by the desperate, I give up my last breath, please read all my subtext, forshadowing what's next, we lean on the substance to balance our morals and rewrite our systems to claim holy laurels
I'm testing it,
Invest in it,
I can't wait, to lay to rest in it
Testing it
Invest in it
Testing it
Make it flip Make it flip OUT!
Xenna Jul 2018
Here we are...

A brewing toxin of emotions
That will bubble and fester
Out of control

Here we are...

A creation of chemicals
Of two mixtures
Combining; entwining

Here we are...

A living example of love
Living experience of mistakes
The forshadowing events of regrets
Its not finished, just the begining of something I've been writing.
See inside of me. Like glass is
No need for glasses
Slide slight to the right.
Soul moving slower than molasses.
I need this bad.... ****
Im not like bat ****
Drastic plans to relapse becoming
Every fibre that is...
Habit...
Enough with the rhyme scale

My soul is far beyond the closet clues.
The trail ismarked with turned stones
And it shows.
Ive already outlived the forshadowing eye and all its clueless compatriats
And in turn the oracle has granted me
The bliss of blindness
For surely she knows if i know
Than i will not succeed.
As if success is a glorious place.
To be adored?
To be loved?
To be revered?
As what?
A poet? A fighter? A person?
Okay back to rhyme scale

Massive mamoths collaborate
Against a backlit blackness thst
Only stars and collapsing suns
Can inhabit.
In amidst the magic
My body fades to shadows
Becoming hungry for the data
Only cohabitating
With the madness
And yeah its tragic
Slashing every logic meant to
Hold me captive.
**** this madness. Slash with panic
Disco tech. Im roman candles
Subject prone
To soulfull battles
And woeful tantrums
Every day is night between
The parted sky
I cry with eyes becoming animal
And in the balance is
Nothing more than
Shallow ground
Like pebbles
Flowering in pedals
Between the holds built in my sandals.
Im more a man today
Including everything scandalous
If its truth you seek
Make sure that you can handle it
Faded. Need your love. Drastic. Im not the bad guy

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