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Poem for Death

  May 13th, 2018 by Browknee

I see the scythe
wanting it to come closer
knowing my day will come
I ponder

who will mourn
who will cry
who will follow in my footsteps
and who will simply
not bat an eye

people are confusing
they say one thing
but think the other
once my friend
now a stranger

what will they do
when the farmer strikes
and takes me away

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Please, flush it all away….

  May 7th, 2018 by atlasbleeding1

“Mother in Arms”

The world, in its glorious wonder

     Will burn down its wretched inhabitants;

Or they shall scorch themselves to ashes,

     With their infinite knowledge.

Regression to the former, renewal’s blessing.

     The naivety of our progress,

While She slowly suffers from our strife and sloth.

 

” Mass Extinction”

Life is passing you by,

But these people are not worth salvage.

Thus, acclimation is only by necessity,

For human contact.

Walden seems like Olympus.

Nothingness seems like Everything.

 

“To Starve”

I

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A love letter;

  May 6th, 2018 by stilte

I miss the words that I deleted. They felt more real.
There is this really heavy hole somewhere in my body and it’s growing. I remember when it first came. I was 12. I thought it was just a wound, you know? I thought it would heal and it would go away like any other time I’ve been hurt.
I thought that if I stopped paying attention to it, it would go away. That’s what I was always taught, I mean.
But it didn’t. The hole just kept getting bigger and heavier and darker and it’s lost. No, I’m lost. I’m lost in this hole and I can’t …

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DEATH SOMETIMES WALKS ON PADDED FEET

  May 5th, 2018 by s.h45@yahoo.com

 

When death is so near, sometimes it walks on padded feet, strumming the ground like a guitarist, rhythmically – louder – softer, then with fingers on the wood, tap, tap… tap, tap. The sound is everywhere, no one can hear it but the poor fuck.   It builds and then suddenly subsides, then as each pebble of doubt and every dark word is cast into the waters of his mind, the song builds again on each ripple.   Inside his head each wave combines with the last, getting larger and larger. With the sound of the pebbles dropping into the water, cast by each tap, tap… tap, …

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this is not a Poem

  May 1st, 2018 by SerendipityJune

how do i write these words
as soon as i get my paper
my pen
the thoughts are fleeing my mind
as a great flock of doves
escaping a storm
to leave me behind
with darker skies
and storming clouds
surrounding me
i reach for a light
the only light
cup my hands around it
hold it tight
protect it
and i let it free
to shine its light
upon the world
around me
a firefly
embracing the world
i watch it leave
and feel a pang
in my heart
it is selfish
others need light
but i still recoil
from the shock
of the bitter aftertaste
of leaving someone
i never truly knew
you are going
only one way
up
and away
from me
i hope one day
when you are high up
with the galaxy
among …

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  May 1st, 2018 by Heh

But our thoughts are darker than the deepest of woods… how will the light ever, possibly get through? 

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True Fear

  April 29th, 2018 by Koda

“It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live.”

– Marcus Aurelius

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Hidden One

  April 29th, 2018 by mo992

I smile often when I’m in public. A strong clear smile.

I laugh loudly as well. So loud you could hear from a hundred miles.

With this I attempt to conceal. To present a false sense to the ones I love.

The people who’s opinions I do wish to preserve.

I try to conceal, not only for me, but also for them.

I do not want to cause them much suffering by knowing me.

I do not want my illness to spread like a plague to them and the heavens.

So I conceal, I hide, I smile, I laugh, I dance, I distract, I please, I HIDE.

Am I the only hidden one?

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  April 28th, 2018 by visual eyes

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It Looked At Me – An Original, On The Spot Poem

  April 27th, 2018 by Koda

It Looked At Me

I stood in my doorway on a day

Nothing special, nothing the same

A crack, a flash

It created a grey war above

And dampened the ground

Around

My vulnerable figure

The feelings were forming

In the pit of my stomach

I try to fight them

Where did they come from?

I asked over

And over

 I looked up at the waging war

The culprit at hand

And it looked at me too

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  April 27th, 2018 by visual eyes

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  April 26th, 2018 by visual eyes

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H A P P Y

  April 23rd, 2018 by Insomnia disaster

H A P P Y
happy
H A P P
Y aren’t I
H A P P
Y don’t I want to go outside?
Sunshine used to make me
H A P P
Y does it now sting my creaking mind?
H A P P
Y is my room such a mess if I can’t even get out of bed where I spin dreams of HAHAHA happiness, a heavy heaving chest
I’m so incredibly un
H A P P
Y now I can’t even smile?
Now at least not on the inside
How can my brain spell so well but my body can’t make a smile out of the letters
H A P P
Y am I avoiding …

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I can’t stop my mental illnesses please help me!!!

  April 23rd, 2018 by chickenlil

I feel like an asshole I let my emotions get to me, my fear crippled me like a sick child with polo. My thoughts run wild like horses in the night with no one to tame them but the morning sun. I sit here and I feel guilt, shamed by how I acted, sickened by the reflection in the mirror. I guess I’m so use to getting hurt that I just expect it from anyone anymore so my head tells me these lies as I wonder off in no mans land and believe these whispers that I’m told like an evil Ventrillquist who plays with …

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I think?

  April 23rd, 2018 by Nathan

If it’s a surprise I’m gay… wow right? Sometimes I think I can find love but I know I’m never gonna get it, my mind plays tricks on me saying “He likes you” but then just have my heart ripped out and broken into pieces. Turned into dust, having dreams where I’m happy and everything is right but it can’t be like that can it? So why do I care he’ll never like a disgusting broken boy, yet I still want to try. Whenever he wanted to ask me to go somewhere with him, see him at the park, or even when he acted like a …

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the sky

  April 18th, 2018 by iamdarling

the sky looked nice tonight. i saw the moon for the first time in a while. there were a few stars. the shade of blue was difficult to describe, it was deep, but, not black. like… navy, maybe. it made me feel some type of way.

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Reality is boring ! Real life is boring ! Real world is boring ! Humanity/Mankind must move beyond money & politics for real progress !

  April 14th, 2018 by niki

Reality is boring, Humanity/Mankind must move beyond money & politics for real progress.

Although technology have been progressing rapidly nowadays, yet sadly in many aspects, Humanity/Mankind/Society still have slow progress; Everyday is still the same day & problems over and over again repeatedly.

I believe that in order to make a real progress for Humanity / Mankind, we must quickly focus & do the followings:

1) We must move beyond money & politics. It is outdated. A lot of problems in this world today basically stems from these two root causes (& also superstitions especially in religion, as well as in Ignorance & Stupidity due to failure in …

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More motivated…..

  April 12th, 2018 by Urm8451n

My heart is on the floor around, and the sickness that has haunted me all my life, is taking a human form.

She [the sickness/disease ]  is crawling to my knees to keep it’s weight on me, she doesn’t want me to move forward. At this time all I can make, is thoughts.

At times like these I like to gather my self into a greater form. I like to heal the wounds by giving them reasons and justifications – I’m walking alone, but I’m the one who is paving the path. Healing the woulds is something to be done with mind only.

But….

but the wounds keep coming …

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She Flew Away

  April 3rd, 2018 by firefly11291998

The sickness came

We didn’t know

what it was, or

if it would stay or go.

 

The doctors said,

“She won’t stay long”

but we still hoped

that the were wrong.

 

Then she went

she flew away

God took her home

She’s there to stay.

 

When she went

I fell apart

it pierced me through

just like a dart.

 

Picked up back habits

I knew they were bad

had no other explanation

other than that , “I’m sad.”

 

Changed my life

the way I lived

most of it

was not what I wanted.

 

My dad told me,

“Think about you Mom.”

‘When she’s looking down at you

is she proud of who you’ve become?’

 

My friends told me,

“Keep your head up,

You’ll be fine.”

How could they know

What’s next in line.

 

*just a poem I wrote …

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The demon came

  April 2nd, 2018 by Rosesareblue

The clock strikes midnight

and the demon came

it went with the still wind

and lingered.

Its screeching voice

whispering death to me.

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