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A Simillacrum Sep 2019
staring once more
into myself
dregs staring back
me, "nothing more
than a character"
then close, it follows
staring inside
from the outside
what do you see?

can't escape the
sum of my parts
smoke signals sent,
nothing returned
need to ask those burned
"should i burn myself"
hurting inside, toiling
the trivialities.

what's the good word?
i'm making sense
time wasn't lost,
the time was spent

every once in a while
i can act out certain scenes
in ways my words
could never say

my worst qualities crack the best of my plans
my worst qualities crack the best of my plans

there was a point,
the recent past,
this act had meant
feeling concrete
the cast has since
disappeared
let the pour pool
up here, set
around my feet.

my worst qualities crack the best of my plans
my worst qualities crack the best of all my plans

i'm split, i'm split, i'm split
Colm Aug 2019
No weatherman warned me
About the downfall of you

About the pouring out of emotive soul
Which encompassed the morning

In a matter of seconds, falling
Like a haze of pensive dew

And now I cannot unseen the sight
Or the falling skies of you
When the rain falls inside, as well as out. This one's about a memory. But not at all about me.

https://youtu.be/N9qBsmZnB5w
blushing prince Aug 2019
watching the same collage video on a loop of
leaves drying up
snow melting under the surface of a sweating floor
you leap up to grab me but there's only a cloud of moonlight coming through your window
you feel the arresting tackle of all the butterflies leaping out of your chest with rapid eye movement like the eyelash kisses you would give the mirror
the fluttering turning their wings into  heavy blades that leave a pinkish glow on your chest

my name was worn out that spring and you never learned to turn the light on at night
Her hands trembled as she reached for what
lie in front of her,
a sight she hadn’t grown fond of.

A face,
nearly scarred from the time it
laid in the hands of another.

Poorly treated once before,
unfortunately all to familiar with the rough touch of a lover.

One who is supposed to guard
and protect you,
is soon the one to turn
and beat you to the ground.

A fear she had kept hidden inside,
not wanting anyone to know the truth
behind her brown eyes.
Glazed over
and protected by a thick black line,
to make her feel pretty.
Even though with one swift move,
he made her feel like the ugliest
person to breathe in the oxygen
that he share.

And soon she knew,
that in her hands lie a mirror

and the face she seeks,

was her very own;
staring back at her.
we all have secrets, let me share one.
Airen Zorom Aug 2019
You are a servant in this ****** world,
But give an order like a king.
To open the door, you have a password.
You live in a room that out of spring.

Could you open your soul to the wind,
But that wind is just in your head.
Or could you let go of your sin?
With a new game, you would start instead.

You will deal the cards in a new way,
Aces all just for you, please be sure.
Then show them your talents today
And drowning your dream in a moor.

Every day you wear a new mask,
Once humiliate others, then belittle yourself.
You will never fail or interrupt task.
And continue to fight with Nothing.

You rejoice of tricky riddles,
Trying to unravel the void.
To get rid of all the sadness
You've been by cigarettes destroyed.

You will return to the empty house,
Where only the echo speaks to you.
Inside of yourself, you find the last forces.
To understand that what was the truth.

Drink some anger at night,
But before try little tears.
And tomorrow starts over with light.
Just don't howl like a dog with fear.
ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ ᶦⁿˢᶦᵈᵉ ᵐᵉ
ᵃˢ ᵗᵒˣᶦᶜ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵐᵃʸ ᵇᵉ
ᴵ ʷᶦˡˡ ʷᵉˡᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐ
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Hanahaki is a fictional disease in which flowers grow in the lungs of a person who suffers from unrequited love.
Niki Gray Jul 2019
Scars on the inside
are prominent to
the one that wears them,
but invisible
to humanity.
Thank you for reading my poems. It took a long time and lots of encouragement from some amazing family and friends for me to finally post my work.  Thank you C. Love, Sheela, Court, Todd and Syd.
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