"unfueled" poems - Hello Poetry

all the rain all the pain i can't handle it anymore the absence of light brought to my knees one final time i will not rise again darkness consumes me from within extinguishing all forms of desire no longer is there a fire deep within passion, pain, all lost unto the rain i no longer feel the need for anything at all my body's become simply an unkept house my mind retreats into places not my own unwilling to forge for a unique existence the waters, heavens, books, my very heart all become silent to my cries my friend turns his back my dreams fade into the lake of darkness before me the only thing left is shallow, selfish, regret an unfueled desire to make it right but i no longer possess flint, wood, fuel or even the eyes to regard life's flame spiralling downwards there's no spot to crash simply fall farther below until i have forever forgotten who i once used to be perhaps one day i'll remember who i am and begin the climb to who i used to believe i was but not today inspiration no longer exists for me for now so into night and darkness i'll walk and try to forget that i used to dream

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Sep 11, 2013

Sep 11, 2013 at 5:05 PM UTC

deryck

sorrow

all the rain all the pain i can't handle it anymore the absence of light brought to my knees one final time i will not rise again darkness consumes me from within extinguishing all forms of desire no longer is there a fire deep within passion, pain, all lost unto the rain i no longer feel the need for anything at all my body's become simply an unkept house my mind retreats into places not my own unwilling to forge for a unique existence the waters, heavens, books, my very heart all become silent to my cries my friend turns his back my dreams fade into the lake of darkness before me the only thing left is shallow, selfish, regret an unfueled desire to make it right but i no longer possess flint, wood, fuel or even the eyes to regard life's flame spiralling downwards there's no spot to crash simply fall farther below until i have forever forgotten who i once used to be perhaps one day i'll remember who i am and begin the climb to who i used to believe i was but not today inspiration no longer exists for me for now so into night and darkness i'll walk and try to forget that i used to dream

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Things you need are that hard To find. There, over there, outside your window, not the breeze. It is a disease, who waits outside that window. Inside growing groaning please please come and play innocently come please play. Forget about everyone and anyone you love. Lubricious ànd concupiscient There are things that are not that easy To find. Say; Love, Friendship, Absence of pain, A feeling of hope-unfueled by any dope. A monster which waits outside your window while you groan and moan for these things, inside blow your window. Not that easy to find. Lubricious ànd concupiscient There are things that are easy To find. A blade of grass, a crumbling building, war, hate, and mallace. Yet look harder and may also, easily, Find beauty.

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Apr 19, 2018

Apr 19, 2018 at 2:17 PM UTC

caligulas-exit

Jean Baptiste Prayer

Things you need are that hard To find. There, over there, outside your window, not the breeze. It is a disease, who waits outside that window. Inside growing groaning please please come and play innocently come please play. Forget about everyone and anyone you love. Lubricious ànd concupiscient There are things that are not that easy To find. Say; Love, Friendship, Absence of pain, A feeling of hope-unfueled by any dope. A monster which waits outside your window while you groan and moan for these things, inside blow your window. Not that easy to find. Lubricious ànd concupiscient There are things that are easy To find. A blade of grass, a crumbling building, war, hate, and mallace. Yet look harder and may also, easily, Find beauty.

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There are weights on the stars at dawn; there is a shadow which lingers low upon the ground. Stars are ripped from heavenly setting; tugged and ripped from the night's sky. They sink only faster, chained by all which despairs. The weeping and heartbreak, bleak in unseen nations, are smothered by their unfueled fire. The stars; they seem bright tonight, but they come as squadroned foes. What peace they have and yet what shadowed cloaks they wear. Their mastery flows like the rushing river, and their watchful patient peace burn like fire upon the shore. and sill are let down, oh what shall they say now? The twinks that befall the earth...The stars...are bright tonight.

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Aug 26, 2014

Aug 26, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC

emilyunderpressure

The Stars are Bright Tonight

There are weights on the stars at dawn; there is a shadow which lingers low upon the ground. Stars are ripped from heavenly setting; tugged and ripped from the night's sky. They sink only faster, chained by all which despairs. The weeping and heartbreak, bleak in unseen nations, are smothered by their unfueled fire. The stars; they seem bright tonight, but they come as squadroned foes. What peace they have and yet what shadowed cloaks they wear. Their mastery flows like the rushing river, and their watchful patient peace burn like fire upon the shore. and sill are let down, oh what shall they say now? The twinks that befall the earth...The stars...are bright tonight.

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