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Long live the bond
The one which shall no broke
Full with trust and pride
Words that my heart doesn't recognize

Once a time i believed
They run, they hide
Inside the fog they'll decide

Long live the ash
One used to be a bond
The memories of a chaos
Bur no time for cries, so they don't recognize

In the table
It seems a corner
They see their own truth
They don't understand, they don't want to recognize

Lost
Every one there is lost
There is no sign of hope

In midnight they arrive
To steal the future of anyone
Only lefting a black mask

In the end humanity have been chained
Chains of hate and misuderstanding

Long live the new traitor
The one who has seen everything
Is in a dead end
Only left to pretend
IncholPoem Apr 2019
When  you  were  

    coming

then wind  lefting

the  sea-travel

to start  to  walk

on  soil.





    Whenever  you

came  out  from

bathroom  to

outside

the   sun  hug

with its  rays.







Whenever  you

try  to  sleep

on the  bed

at  that  time

the    body  forget

to  take  rest

think  just

about  you.
I looked  around me
I see everyone lefting me
When I was drowning In here,
In this gloomy sea .
Yet
I shouted out for help
But I guess no one hear ,
But when I asked the reason
They say "we don't care "

Everyone left alone ,me.
By making million excuses...
No one left now..
Only Darkness engulfed me..

"No one's here for help "
But when I realised this.
It was to late for me..
Cause I'm  chocked by .
By this sea of gloom.

But what I know is someone with me
That's why I won't loose the hope

To be continued
Evan Stephens Mar 2019
This path
from Petworth
to the drowsy metro
is a bite of sun
across cherry branch
into the water head.

Greenleaf ways
& the grass throw
of the hum rails
cross the lefting
memory of a ride
in a salt shadow.

Saturday's breath
is sold to the hill
& in return
I get to keep
the sweet javelin
of her thought.
Diya soni Oct 2022
Its okay
She whispers to herself
Its okay
But is it!?
She gave everything she had
For whom she let down her walls
She squeezed the daisies of stars, fireflies, out of her bruised soul
Along With a frost of lilies on pond of moonlit hopes, About life.
She Unstiched all the dark tales from the other part of the soul that she had squeezed.
And then carved it into his heart.
For whom she lowered her walls down for.
Lefting behind Silently slipping blood
From an unstiched wound.
While laying at the edge of her life
Her suffering and pain was horribly discreet.
He has witnessed all her bruised bloodstained thing,
She has died many deaths for this silemt sufferings
But her ear screeching cries
Never made it to his heart.
He defended his soul ..
By stepping upon her misery
And laid it as a matter of perception
Upon her.
Eventually he was cheering up with all the new souls tht he got into.
And turned out, he lose his concern
For a damaged *******.
All the magical things squeezed from the
Bruised soul.
Turned into dust
Endles dust..
A very broken girl who die everyday
She collapsed on the floor
She whispered unconsciously
"Its okay"
Knowing its not.
She whispered again..
With hanging dark circled
Crimson eyes.
Breathing heavily
As if she was lifting stone with each inhale
"Didnt i tell you, my love"?
"You're existence only exists in being alone"
Don't worry, don't worry
It's all a ruse
Just trust in us
We've read all the clues

Don't worry, don't worry
Stay perfectly still
Here's some cold water
Now swallow this pill

Don't worry, don't worry
No need to speak
We promise we're making you
Strong and not weak

Yes! Yes! That's it!
Join the line
Marching on by
In metronomed time

Onward you go
Just like the rest
Left, left, right lefting
We know what's best

Don't worry, don't worry
It's time for the feast
A gluttonous meal
Prepared by the meek
After all, what's the price
Of lefting everyone behind,
Of missing our thoughts the way,
Of leaving pieces through the road
Until every bit is new,
Unrecognizable components of ourselves?

Seeking the ease of easy words,
Meaningless combinations
Just to make a misery of a sense,
Only to legitimate my own power over me.

Leaving this body is a matter of survival,
The road around the sugar cane field
That can lead in only two ways:
Backwards and forwards.
The decision is simple:

Be free in my maze or
Escape to be trapped within binary choices.
Dennis Willis Sep 2020
Gas
The blood red time is upon us
-No it isn't
The lefting and righting ends now
-No they don't
The constriction is here
-Nah
the singularity hardens against
-It's all gas
the final conflict flares
-gas

Dramatis personae included
we act like lines ask us to act

lines formed in absence of presence
aching, pining, for a time like now

take and run some paint by numbers
universe

they all explode
figuratively

I've let you off
the hook as if

— The End —