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The day fell like a crumpled note,
tossed into the wastebasket of time,
a whisper, a cough, a footstep fading,
the sound of nothing,
the echo of things left unsaid.

I walked through streets without pavement,
over stones that remembered me not.
Each window was an eye, unblinking,
a stare of glass indifferent to grief.

The wind pressed against my cheek,
not a caress, not a blow,
just a presence,
like the weight of a name no longer called.

I did not weep, though my heart did,
a different kind of pain,
a betrayal of the body's rituals.

Tears demand permission,
but silence sneaks in, unbidden,
settles between the ribs,
lodges behind the throat,
a ghost pressing against the edges of breath.

And so the hours unravelled,
like a frayed sleeve in a forgotten coat,
threadbare, loose at the seams,
and still I walked,
searching for the shape of sorrow,
in the absence of rain.

Night came in its sensible shoes,
soft-footed, practical, gray.
No stars, no moon,
only the hum of a world
that did not know I was breaking.

I sat on the edge of the bed,
hands resting like relics on my knees.
And the heart wept again,
as it always does,
quietly,
where no one can see.
Copyright 2024 Savva Emanon ©
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I spiral, and
I burn

'round and
'round

trying to catch
the sun

How I try to
become

someone you'd
know

but I'm not the
one

The days grow
old

the nights come
undone

There's so much
to forget

about the things
I never learned

The knives twist
and turn

the scars weave
and have spun

My tears, old
and young

'round and
'round

I spiral, and
I burn

trying to catch
the sun


Winters 1d
I sit here and I think about what happened. The pain that I felt. The betrayal that flowed through my skin. Anger started to bubble, it started to burn until I became a living fire. The fire was unstoppable because I knew that I could overcome the world. The strength of this fire sparked my inner energy. It let me become someone that I had to always shove down deep inside the walls woven in my skin. The walls that took me a long time to build. Each day would go by and with it the energy and the time to build those fire proof walls. I built those walls because I knew that I would need them someday. I knew that I needed to be stronger than the fire I would build.
I had to experiment time after time and each time I did the fire burned too much. Then finally I did not care about the fire that burned within. I did not care that it ripped through my veins and filled up the rest of myself. It melted the walls and broke down all of my nerves until they were in submission not to feel anything. Not to feel pain, but only the fire that burned within, the fire that burned them.
Unyielding, raging pride and spite,
A death-grip on dignity,
The indomitable will
To get off his knees and
Punch anyone who touched him
Because it hurt to move.
I get it. I've felt that grief.
So I looked him in the eye and said;
You want to fight?
Fight the floor. Fight gravity.
Get up. I know you can
Because everyone cries,
Everyone ****** themselves,
Swears and sweats and
Lashes out in panic.
That's okay. I've seen worse.
Grab my hand, don't let go.
You're going to fight gravity
And you're going to win.
How to convince a patient to let you help them off the floor
From haunted halls, where ghosts’ creeps,
A Queen sits silent, with the secrets she keeps,
Once fair of face, a Princess beauty & bright,
Now cold and hard, consumed by anger that can ignite.

Her heart once pure, now turned to ice,
A foolish young beauty, paying the price,
Betrayed by a man’s love, a cruel deceit,
Her innocence lost, bitter & ever so sweet.

He made vows, beneath both the stars & the sun,
But each of his promises were broken, one by one,
His gentle words of love, nothing but a wicked lie,
Now distant forever in each cold, dark eye.

His treachery struck, a fatal blow,
Leaving her heart, weeping & filled with woe,
Her trust betrayed, her heart & spirit torn,
Never to be touched by love, she forever sworn.

Now on a throne, where hate has started to stain,
She rules her poor kingdom, in endless pain,
Her gaze, like ice, a freezing chill,
Over-taxing her people, bending them to her will.

She lives in the dark despair,
Her bitterness can be seen in her devoid stare,
Beware, gentle hearts, of love turned to hate,
For love can be treacherous & can change your fate.

She will forever be the only one to sit on the throne,
With a crown made of thorns & a heart made of stone,
Once a garden where the Princess’s roses had bloomed,
Now they are all withered, dried up & dead, eternally doomed.

In the realm where deceit, lies & betrayal are spun,
when she enters a room, all just try to run,
The naive Princess is gone, now a Queen who will never yield
Perpetually bitter & broken, a Queen that will never be healed.
I hope you enjoy
Feep 5d
fix
I sat across from a lady today.
She looked tired—
not sleepy tired, but tired.
Tired of life,
tired of chasing a drug
that just ends up ******* you over in the end.
Tired of the chase,
waking up every morning
just to figure out how to get the next fix.

She smiled and laughed,
but you could hear the pain when she talked.
*****, drugged, sold her body—
all the things she endured
just because she needed a fix.

Today, she said she wanted out of the lifestyle.
She talked about her previous clean time.
She wants inpatient,
but everyone is telling her it’s a waste.
My heart hurts
because I fear she may believe them.

I reminded her she was beautiful,
that she still had so much life left to live.

She sat quietly,
counting change out of her purse.
When asked what she needed,
she shrugged and said,
“I need my next fix.”
if you find yourself addicted to a drugs. get help.
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