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WakefulI remain awake with dreams on my mind
and stories that wait to be knit into books.
To never find comfort until my pillows are
stuffed with thoughts instead of feathers
To never let go until I made sure that
the moon smiled back at me
Until the trees, the grass, and every night creature
has whispered good night...
And yet I'm still as wakeful as an owl
afraid that sleep would somehow
grab my neck and drag me to my grave.Wakeful22 hours ago in Free Verse

Psychotic ramblingsI, in the eternal void rest,
Am the unwanted thirteenth guest,
Insane, deranged and psychotic,
There are people who even call me sick.

Isn't it joyful and greedy to demand
A sacrifice of strangulation at the reach of the hand?
Cure the poisoned in a prison built of mental sand.

Murder is the solution brought by the resolution.
Is this the final, one and only conclusion?
Better think again, there will be no retribution.

Death is not the liberation, just the beginning.
Is there eternal peace? The solution is sinning.
Unacceptable lies become the truth, the chaos keeps spinning.Psychotic ramblings13 hours ago in Free Verse

today just isn't goodi'm afraid i'll go cross-eyed
from smoking so many cigarettes;
these days, i can't help but look
at the smoldering orange tip, the ashes
created when i inhale deeply,
then glance straight ahead at the smoke
pluming from my lungs.today just isn't good13 hours ago in Free Verse

2. LoveIn the matchbox
there sits a girl
in a red dress
with seven white spots,
bif as the the hunks of pea.

She's gazing at these spots,
swingining from front to her back
and talking to herself:

"This one will be given
to some workaholic,
cause he will be able to pay.
That one will be given
to a PE teacher,
who wakes up a human
with a morning trumpet.
And the other one..."

There won't be the other one
and the next ones.
The boy shaked a pseudoladybug
on his hand,
he put her into his pocket
and took to a meadow.
He set her down on a daisy
and soon he was on the lam.2. Love1 day ago in Free Verse

7 Deadly Sins: EnvyI am your eyes of wanting desire,
though a desire of a different kind.
I am the reflection in the mirror,
unhappy with what stares back.
I am your jealous heart,
screaming curses at what is not mine.
I am your thieving hand and stolen joy.
I am the feeling of excitement as you open a present,
and the displeasure when you no longer want it.
I am fleeting and terrible.
I am a butterfly that changes the colour of its wings,
then gets tired of being a butterfly.
I am never satisfied with what I possess.
My name is Envy, and my eyes are looking at you.

7 Deadly Sins: Envy20 hours ago in Free Verse

EmptyAnimating ideas is the cruelest form of self-mutilation;
It is the fool-tested, masochist-approved tradition of
Draining an artery
And convincing like-minded patrons
Their existence was somehow lacking
Before they experienced what leaked.
The torment is knowing everything spilled,
Over time, will be replaced and
That the vocabulary, edge of the animist’s blade,
Grows sharper by the syllable for having wounded.
With a pool that never deepens and
A blade that never dulls,
The inevitable result is the cultivation of
An artist so honed that he or she might convey any emotion,
Regardless of depth, with the slice of a single word.
AgonyEmpty10 hours ago in Free Verse

I am absentI wish I could have
seen Marina
because I think I’d have
seen something in those eyes
that could help me
look into yours
or anyone else’s
for more than five seconds
let alone a day
three months
or a lifetime. I am absent17 hours ago in Free Verse

Transmission.i only have two speeds frantic bloody nose and
dirge slow maxim with one or two moments of
hand waving at nature's or his beauty.

sometimes when he's silent so long i burst out
brain ejaculate on the black sheets of evening
and feel like an attention grab sophomore album
with mediocre reviews do you ever have one of
those days when you might as well have just met
your favorite artist or musician what have you
and they kept looking at your velcro sandals.

i do and i melt into my own quicksand and my surroundings quiver like heat mirages.

i am happy i cant stop its better than cant go
but quick i feel the need to get out of this person
my tTransmission.4 hours ago in Free Verse

Playing the AngelShe laughs with her hair thrown back
Her white clothes all blinding to the eye

I watched her, mesmerized
But then her clothes began to turn black.

The ink splotches came, little by little
As she spoke each tiny white lie

With an angel's voice she spoke
Words that drove me down from the sky

Her feathers, now falling apart
Drift longingly upon my face

Now, in the dark, I see her
As a raven in an angel's placePlaying the Angel8 hours ago in Free Verse

Both Sides of The SprectrumHe stands atop the tower
Roles reversed
Day after day ticking away the hours
Fairy tale perverse

Waiting for the charming one
Knights armor
With the coming and going of the sun
Dare not harm-her

Never does she come
Waiting everlong
Getting drunk on his rum
Caught in the wrong-song

She lays waiting for her kiss
True love touch
Dreams of merriment and bliss
Cursed so much

Lips ready for freedom
Smile wide
Confidence in her kingdom
Never shown her saddened side

Where is he, her prince
Waiting dreaming
How long since
Her silent screaming

Behind the smile
Between her teeth
Is an ache a gap a mile
Cannot breatheBoth Sides of The Sprectrum10 hours ago in Free Verse

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frigidit is cold
in my room
in the same
way as it is
dark in the
tombs of the
old kings
of ancient egypt.

but there is nothing
mysterious or magnificent
about this frigid air
that surrounds me.

-

i walked with conviction
like i'd never been
convicted of stealing
seconds next to your
radiator.

i spoke as though
everyone on earth
could hear me.

"i'm sorry."

-

under seven blankets
and three sheets
that don't belong to me,
i'm still as cold as can be.

i'm aching for your
fingers, lightly
tracing my spine,
outlining each of
my bones.

i'm aching for your
hands to keep me warm.

it's so fucking cold.frigid4 hours ago in Free Verse

BelongingSoldier on wingless warrior.

You have defeated Time and its demons,
And fought for both sides in the name of a Blessing.
Beside you stand the makings of an angel
And a martyr.

On solid ground you bleed.
Stars dot your vision and you are momentarily blinded.
It is Fate’s wish to make you suffer,
To lead by example.

Soldier on faithless believer.

It is the company you cast aside
That points you in the wrong direction.
It is the want of Perfection that signaled
The end.

But it is the need for Love
That makes you so strong.
Beat the Word out of the mouth of the servant
That cherishes a nonexistent Paradise.

Soldier on tireless ManBelonging5 hours ago in Free Verse

Playing the AngelPlaying the Angel

I woke up one day,
thinking to myself,
what would it be like,
to pretend I was an angel?

I, who smiles that wicked smile.
I, who feeds off of everyone's pain.
This is great,
this is fun.
I'll be an angel,
I'll play as an angel.

Do you see it?
Me as an angel.
Or is it you see through me,
my dark, hungry soul.

Maniac laugh,
darken aura...
this is me.
This is what I do,
I taint the meaning of an angel.
I ruin everything you knew of something pure.

I'm playing the angel,
as I have nothing else to do.
I'm playing the angel,
because I want to.

I want to see all your faces,
happy and content.
I want to see that peacefulness uPlaying the Angel8 hours ago in Free Verse

A Path worth taking.To walk along a wire, almost always falling,
and either which way, almost always calling.
For a fork in your road, with 8 ways to go,
and paths left behind, worth more than you know.
A confusion in way, and lunges almost taken,
a shearing in self, and confidence shaken.
A battle for self, for life and for being.
to face demons head-on, and hope almost fleeing.
To choose what brings joy, a life worth making.
To consider what's worthy, and forge a path worth taking.A Path worth taking.15 hours ago in Free Verse

Straining PatienceLive in worlds bereft of silence
in heart's chambers growing violence
till all springs to the forefront
in a rage of endless fury.
All deep seated thoughts uprooted
and all proportion diluted
with every word on fire
and all but love still left to bury.
Every grievance left to bare
with every reason not to care
except for all the time rebuilding
from the ground up to the sky.
Pray for change that comes unanswered
and stagnation like a cancer
to just brave a storm unending
that never fully goes by.
Hope being burnt to cinders
with every method being hindered
to stop the festering from eating up
the only patience you have remaining.
To force Straining Patience15 hours ago in Free Verse

Those TimesThis is for all those times
I wish that I was around.
For all those laughs
that we still could have found.
This is for all the worlds
that the two of us created,
for all those hardships
and crisis abated.
This is for all the time
we unwillingly spent apart,
for the distance in spirit.
For the distance in heart.
But this is more for you, my friend,
whom I hope the heart does find.
This is for all behind and ahead.
This is for all those times.Those Times15 hours ago in Free Verse

GlorylessThe trumpets blare in glory
And so concludes my story
the story of a kid who had to die
to show the world its folly
A bang and he's now departed
as they take in what just happened
their jaws dropped, hearts stopped,
and suddenly eyes were opened.

A grand tsunami of comprehension
No single fool could miss the lesson
They all had worked to make this image
Each had added to his vision
From the grand pallet of vice and intimidation
The self-centered society summoned tension
In his mind that refused to lessen
As each day he tried to glimpse the heavens
To give him hope and break his chains
to breathe without a crushing pain
to beat back the madGloryless4 hours ago in Free Verse

Feast the crowsIn the forest of my mind,
Few words are ever spoken
Sounds are lost in the distances,
Thought become so broken

Shadows casting daydreams,
Which my darkness cannot release
Singularity in Sunshine of a future outcome yet to cease

Finding only stillness in balance of the off centered night
Wondering whether my body,
Or my soul,
Will catch flight

Soaring above the emotions ebbs,
Of imaginary flows
Trying to avoid absolutes,
Inside tumultuous lowed

But perfection is elusive,
Like a sun that sets in the east
Never change to something,
That does not call to your inner beastFeast the crows4 hours ago in Free Verse

LifeLife is an ongoing roller coaster
Loops and twists and hills and flips
The loops are losses
The hills are gain
The rest of them I cannot name
The love, the sadness that takes place
On the everlasting roller coasterLife10 hours ago in Free Verse

Love On Your LipsThere is an ache in my skin,

it burns from tip to end,

it seethes beneath flesh,

and awakens heaviness within.

There is a pull within my mind,

It dances beneath my nails,

scratches up my arms,

hides inside my heart,

and replays moments of doubt.

There is a whisper in my ears,

it lingers for hours,

tastes of silk chocolate,

smells of lilies,

and speaks in the quiet dark,

of joy,

and of hope.

There is courage in your heart.

There is love on your lips.Love On Your Lips12 hours ago in Free Verse

Suicide NoteMy deepest sorrow lies within,
I cannot bare to live in sin,
Over a ledge I am bound, no way to fly,
Do I have even a single goodbye?
I’m being pulled into his bottomless pit,
In my fears all weakness is lit.

Happiness comes when wrapped in death,
And agony sets in the pattern of breaths.
And so it is set, it must be I
To warn of this danger, this eternal climb.

Despair hovers like a drowning shade,
I see your reflection in my blood-dripped blade,
Cutting through limb to limb,
Effortlessly tearing lifeless skin,
It is the fight the ever-going test,
All because of life in my chest...

My life in it’s entirety could be over at laSuicide Note12 hours ago in Free Verse

Like SiameseWe’re like Siamese
The two of us
Joined at the soul
By an invisible bridge
Called empathy
We’re like atoms
The two of us
Spinning through ether
Linked by a bond
Called trust
We’re like bone china dolls
The two of us
So beautiful
And so fragile at times
But what gives us strength
Are our hopes and dreams
Of a better life than this
We are so much alike
Like Siamese twins
Joined at the soulLike Siamese12 hours ago in Free Verse

An old addage.Be true to thineself
and thine ownself be true.
It is oft easier to say
than it ever is to do.
Stuff thought down a bottle,
shove belief in a jar.
Pressured so much to conform
and bullied if stood apart or afar.
Different stokes for different folks,
or so it is that they say.
But there are so many bound and determined
to hav everyone and everything exactly their way.
It huts most those that are young
but it really never changes.
Having to face the same insecurities
but in much different ranges.
Don't ever give in just to pressure,
and to your own self always be true.
Others will never pay your consequences,
they won't have to live within you.An old addage.15 hours ago in Free Verse

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