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the dead bird Apr 25
Like a bird with broken wings,
I look on with eyes full of envy
as all those around me take flight.
Held down by my own chains,
Left alone, aside from the emptiness;
The hollow realization
That something is missing,
But never knowing the slightest sense
Of what that something is.
being an addict
Mariah Apr 25
A box outside
A box for my
Heart in its varied size

A box inside
A box for my
Mind and all it's eyes

6 steps away
Enough to embrace
Safety without the pain

Steel but rusted spine
Guts that can't decide
Faults in my design

Pieces of me
Trying to find recovery
In a place where you won't
Judge me

Intimidating
The world is lately
So I try to give it time
Hoping it won't ruin mine

A box of whine
A box divine
While I appempt to recombine
I'm sick. I can't sleep. I want to crawl inside a box.
Shane Apr 24
Lonely... I'm so lonely
When the clock struck twelve on that silent night
Emotions befell me that caused quite a fright
Sadness and anger
A glimpse of the past
Regret for the days that just couldn't last
I felt like a failure, a reject, a mess
A desolate child stuck in distress
That's who I was
And that's who I'll be
A forever lonely child
Lost in misery
Shane Apr 23
I fear a ghost has taken hold of me;
I feel its presence when I tend to wake
From eerie dreams that blur reality,
A haunting feeling that I cannot shake.
It steals from me the things I once enjoyed,
And leaves an empty feeling in their place,
As if my life were something to be toyed,
Then left alone and broken in its case.
I'm at the mercy of an angry kid
Who died alone, afraid and far too young.
Too scared to face his fears, he only hid,
And choked upon the words stuck on his tongue.
Shackled to him, I try but can't escape;
To bear the burden of his sins, my fate.
Bard of Blyth Apr 22
On the merry go round again friend
Meal deals for lunch
Carbs for dinner
Send help the summers coming
Everybody wants to be thinner
Here I am in my boxer shorts
And socks of course
Posing in the mirror
Rubbing baby oil on my chest
Yes look how I glimmer
The lights always been poor in my room
Tonight it seems to be dimmer
Summer daylight savings gloom
And now I’m craving pints and bbq food
I’m in the mood for something carcinogenic
Remember the pandemic reading Balzac?
Come on wash your hands on my *******.

What you want to achieve?
Anything because I believe
Everybody’s got a voice in their head
Mines here to talk you into my bed

I had my sheets hanging out on the line
They smell fine hey it’s summer time
Sun dried black holes spread on my toast
I’m dilating time unlike most
Pull up a chair baby I can be your host
Cherry red lips and mint chocolate chip eyes
Put you on a cone and sell you at a price
It’s called supply and demand
Not demand and supply
**** I guess thats why you’re not here aye
Photogenic stretch marks
Got me sending love hearts
I’m in the mood for something carcinogenic
You’re sweet aroma and your melanomas
Baby now it’s finally the time
You’ve got your hands wrapped in mine
Isn’t this sublime in the summertime?
Loving your body because it’s fine.

What you want to achieve?
Anything because I believe
Everybody’s got a voice in their head
Mines here to talk you into my bed
I might as well be dreaming
Because this is heaven
I might as well be dreaming
Because this is me believing.
Praise to fright,
Out of sight,
I hold my light.

I hold it darkness;
Others see it as bliss,
I see something’s amiss.

Praise I hate.
Bliss, leave it to fate,
And none the better to crate.

I practice low,
To hold my light amongst flow,
To gather more to not show,
For what needs to sow.

I hold my light.
I know.
I hide the blight.
They won’t know.
I hide their sight,
For fear they woe.

Difference is the fear,
The normalcy that is clear.
For the light they hate,
The darkness full they ate.
I know their bait.

For my lights timid,
And For that I hid.
Mariah Apr 21
My, my, my
If there aren't times
I sure despise
Finding myself outside
。⁠:゚✧       ☆      ✧:。
Shame, shame, shame
  That at the end of each
Of every day
The wind is hoarse
From howling out my name
Immortality Apr 18
And she fell,
into ice-cold water.
Her legs kicked,
gasping for air
that once suffocated her.

She didn't scream,
reached her hand out,
not for light, but to bid goodbye.

She looked around,
to realize the dark
she had walked into.

Fate laughed,
as she closed her eyes.
Oh, what an irony,
she couldn't swim.
what an irony!
the room is cold
air mixed with dread
I am alone
in my old bed

the lights are off
the sun is set
I see no more
I start to fret

the heartache comes
consumes me whole
I cannot hear
I lose my hope

the chime of bells
the townsfolk gather
I have no faith
please do not bother
Sometimes, I like to think about what death feels like. The kind that comes slowly, yet inevitably, and there's nothing you can do but wait for it.
Eme Apr 10
If you could see yourself reaching to your sisters for connection to let them know you're thinking about them

Is it possible or too scary to think about? To be vulnerable and honest with them about your thoughts

You are capable of love and compassion
I know this because I have this with you
I know every relationship is different

When communication is built on assumptions and perceptions rather than clarity and understanding it's so easy for feelings to get hurt and for conflicts to go unresolved

You are a good person
You have good intentions
I hope you reach out to your sisters
We all need connection
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