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Vortex32167
Poem Published
Today 7:10pm
Today 7:10pm
Back to the Ward
Can we be one and the same?
Can we ever coexist in this universe?
Is it possible to end this ridiculous game,
Without making it even worse?
Stealing thoughts like moral thieves.
Mind games back and forth in rapid succession.
Degrading each other’s believes.
Distorting the line between happy and depression.
Can I only be happy without you?
Can I only be free when you’re gone?
Is there no middle ground to pursue?
Do we have to fight every night till dawn?
I’m tired of the endless confrontations,
I can no longer...
Can we ever coexist in this universe?
Is it possible to end this ridiculous game,
Without making it even worse?
Stealing thoughts like moral thieves.
Mind games back and forth in rapid succession.
Degrading each other’s believes.
Distorting the line between happy and depression.
Can I only be happy without you?
Can I only be free when you’re gone?
Is there no middle ground to pursue?
Do we have to fight every night till dawn?
I’m tired of the endless confrontations,
I can no longer...
#depression
#MentalHealth
#FeelingLost
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BigVirge
Big Virge
Big Virge
Poem Published
Today 5:27am
Today 5:27am
“Last Night” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 29/3/2021
Now I’m Not Gonna Lie ...
I Really Didn’t Sleep ...
Very Well Last Night ...
Cos’ Nightmarish Vibes ...
Were Running Through My Mind
And I’m Not Normally A Guy ...
Who Has Nightmares ...
But These Days I Find ...
That My ...
Thoughts Are Going Where ...
I Really DON’T LIKE ... !!!
From Thoughts of Suicide ...
To Where Darkness Lies ... !!!
I Don’t Get Cold Sweats ...
But My Thinking Scares ...
When My Sleep Is Disturbed ...
By Thoughts That PERTURB ... !!!
So What Does It Mean...
I Really Didn’t Sleep ...
Very Well Last Night ...
Cos’ Nightmarish Vibes ...
Were Running Through My Mind
And I’m Not Normally A Guy ...
Who Has Nightmares ...
But These Days I Find ...
That My ...
Thoughts Are Going Where ...
I Really DON’T LIKE ... !!!
From Thoughts of Suicide ...
To Where Darkness Lies ... !!!
I Don’t Get Cold Sweats ...
But My Thinking Scares ...
When My Sleep Is Disturbed ...
By Thoughts That PERTURB ... !!!
So What Does It Mean...
#anxiety
#dark
#LifeStruggles
#scary
#nightmares
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1 Comment
_AtomicBane_
Poem Published
Today 4:28am
Today 4:28am
A Consensus With Demons
Duck n dodge all you want
Your demons never cease with the hunt
Haunting you every time you close them eyes.
They sit there perched
In that darkened corner of your mind
Waiting for your bod to submit to the sleep.
They creep and they crawl
All across the walls of your mind
Suffocating you in suppressed memories.
All you want to do is deny
And decry...FOUL
But they deny you reprieve night after fucking night.
I see right through your make-up
You're exhausted.
Living between tension and...
Your demons never cease with the hunt
Haunting you every time you close them eyes.
They sit there perched
In that darkened corner of your mind
Waiting for your bod to submit to the sleep.
They creep and they crawl
All across the walls of your mind
Suffocating you in suppressed memories.
All you want to do is deny
And decry...FOUL
But they deny you reprieve night after fucking night.
I see right through your make-up
You're exhausted.
Living between tension and...
#anxiety
#depression
#dark #dreams
#dark #dreams
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1 Comment
Taurek
Poem Published
Today 2:28am
Today 2:28am
Vaccine World
Talking to the vaccinated,
knowing you were probably
going give into it
50% was the number thrown about
canicomeinyou.com
how deep is your love?
enough to keep it interesting?
havoc on a hammock
trust issues there all the time
lines lines lies
smells like hospitals
El Torito on the Redondo
Beach Pier
the weed manifesto written in
Palos Verdes
a little more context in
Carson City
Voldemort’s dream
I thought I could...
knowing you were probably
going give into it
50% was the number thrown about
canicomeinyou.com
how deep is your love?
enough to keep it interesting?
havoc on a hammock
trust issues there all the time
lines lines lies
smells like hospitals
El Torito on the Redondo
Beach Pier
the weed manifesto written in
Palos Verdes
a little more context in
Carson City
Voldemort’s dream
I thought I could...
#love
#lies
#marijuana
#illness
#pandemic
10 reads
2 Comments
Marks
Poem Published
Today 1:25am
Today 1:25am
The end of the world
.. ... ... ...
The end of the world
A dream
A nightmare
Intuition
Chaotic transition
Stressed
Confused
Scared
Desperate looking for answers
Desperate looking for signs
Has it happened countless times?
It is pervasive
It is exhausting
Intuition
Chaotic Interpretations
Is it happening again now ?
Access to it is intrinsic to a conscious reasoning
While our intuition keeps on guiding us
... ... ... ...
The end of the world
A dream
A nightmare
Intuition
Chaotic transition
Stressed
Confused
Scared
Desperate looking for answers
Desperate looking for signs
Has it happened countless times?
It is pervasive
It is exhausting
Intuition
Chaotic Interpretations
Is it happening again now ?
Access to it is intrinsic to a conscious reasoning
While our intuition keeps on guiding us
... ... ... ...
#grief
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4 Comments
Vortex32167
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:17pm
Yesterday 10:17pm
My Asylum 2
Another day in the palace of insanity,
The warden kindly greeting me with fake smiles.
I tip my hat to you dear keeper of profanity,
Tell me, what did you find this time between the files?
I found your history my majesty,
An epic chronicle of love, death and deceit.
How pleasant is it to read another travesty,
A tale full of lies, constantly on repeat?
Speak the truth and hear the answer my lord,
Take your pills and get some rest.
Hug the straitjacket until restored.
And you will no longer be possessed.
The warden kindly greeting me with fake smiles.
I tip my hat to you dear keeper of profanity,
Tell me, what did you find this time between the files?
I found your history my majesty,
An epic chronicle of love, death and deceit.
How pleasant is it to read another travesty,
A tale full of lies, constantly on repeat?
Speak the truth and hear the answer my lord,
Take your pills and get some rest.
Hug the straitjacket until restored.
And you will no longer be possessed.
#MentalHealth
#sleep
#nightmares
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Marks
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:25pm
Yesterday 8:25pm
I am going home
.. ...
The shift of the night on its neon brightness
Beamed down from streetlights
Looked like a mental projection
Naming passers-by
... in accordance with their lives
Taking samplings of extended metaphors
Samplings of complicated thoughts
Samplings of innuendoes
Samplings of metaphysics
It is a secret about a secret...
The more it tells me...
...the less I am supposed to know
I am going home
I will pull the bedcovers over my head
I will pass through...
... the mysterious door called inner...
The shift of the night on its neon brightness
Beamed down from streetlights
Looked like a mental projection
Naming passers-by
... in accordance with their lives
Taking samplings of extended metaphors
Samplings of complicated thoughts
Samplings of innuendoes
Samplings of metaphysics
It is a secret about a secret...
The more it tells me...
...the less I am supposed to know
I am going home
I will pull the bedcovers over my head
I will pass through...
... the mysterious door called inner...
#LifeGoals
#bittersweet
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4 Comments
jenny_is_hungry
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2021 00:09am
22nd Jul 2021 00:09am
When is it Too Much
Pridefully, yet weakened, in the end of the conversation, he asked;
"When is it too much. I feel like I'm dying every day inside. I am ash."
I held the number greedily in my pocket, clenching it in a fist. "It's not your business," I heard her inside and "you have one job in this. Give him the card and leave there's no reason for you to stay. You're drunk and have to wake in four, let's just forget about this dismay."
My breathing started up, anger flared and I felt his death dried in my grip. Clenched on the piece of paper that she said he...
"When is it too much. I feel like I'm dying every day inside. I am ash."
I held the number greedily in my pocket, clenching it in a fist. "It's not your business," I heard her inside and "you have one job in this. Give him the card and leave there's no reason for you to stay. You're drunk and have to wake in four, let's just forget about this dismay."
My breathing started up, anger flared and I felt his death dried in my grip. Clenched on the piece of paper that she said he...
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#suicide
#spiritual
#alcohol
27 reads
1 Comment
slipalong
Poem Published
21st Jul 2021 7:08pm
21st Jul 2021 7:08pm
To hold cold hands
A pen laid flat, cryptic crossword remains unsolved
thunder clouds rub shoulders, in the static air
Irritate, the greater half is now dissolved
those loved, broken, separation for the unprepared
For when I stared with empty eye
and in my mind, I held his chilling hands
ego washed in bleach, silence in reply
no cheers caroused from our grandstand
Slow handclaps, welcome, a lost conquest
and tarnished desolation creeps
temptation to wail and beat ones chest
loves rat the first to leave a sinking ship?
To...
thunder clouds rub shoulders, in the static air
Irritate, the greater half is now dissolved
those loved, broken, separation for the unprepared
For when I stared with empty eye
and in my mind, I held his chilling hands
ego washed in bleach, silence in reply
no cheers caroused from our grandstand
Slow handclaps, welcome, a lost conquest
and tarnished desolation creeps
temptation to wail and beat ones chest
loves rat the first to leave a sinking ship?
To...
#grief
#memorial
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7 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
21st Jul 2021 5:00pm
21st Jul 2021 5:00pm
supplicant
dark hope in the brassy pale
pain spoke in bile
derisively aware in it's pursuit of truth
there was truth in pain
it never lied
the dank room smelling of copper
uttered parables of fear
the night listened hungrily
a cut, a tear then agony in shudders
surreal sanctuary in the blackout
cold reality cloying and rank was pleased
a supplicant's plea on their knees
darkened greed be damned
it would have its way
brutal epiphany cruel in it's intent continued
with a growl it was over ...
pain spoke in bile
derisively aware in it's pursuit of truth
there was truth in pain
it never lied
the dank room smelling of copper
uttered parables of fear
the night listened hungrily
a cut, a tear then agony in shudders
surreal sanctuary in the blackout
cold reality cloying and rank was pleased
a supplicant's plea on their knees
darkened greed be damned
it would have its way
brutal epiphany cruel in it's intent continued
with a growl it was over ...
#dark
#evil
16 reads
2 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
21st Jul 2021 4:34am
21st Jul 2021 4:34am
nothingness
it was night of the deadhead
in the jilted light I was awkward
damned by the silence I spoke
I uttered nothingness into being and nobody heard
it didn't matter really
the timeline skip and the noise was deafening
someone was trying to murder a whore
everyone watched, no one saw
in an alley in the middle of nowhere
she struggle under the scrutiny of the gawkers
lewdly they gobble her pain
she cried they applaud
it was odd my scream should shatter the ensuing quiet
surprised it escaped my mouth...
in the jilted light I was awkward
damned by the silence I spoke
I uttered nothingness into being and nobody heard
it didn't matter really
the timeline skip and the noise was deafening
someone was trying to murder a whore
everyone watched, no one saw
in an alley in the middle of nowhere
she struggle under the scrutiny of the gawkers
lewdly they gobble her pain
she cried they applaud
it was odd my scream should shatter the ensuing quiet
surprised it escaped my mouth...
#dark
19 reads
4 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
21st Jul 2021 3:54am
21st Jul 2021 3:54am
Current Fashion/Business Killer
Anyone without the courage to
kill lacks the courage to live
More violence
More tin foil
more digits on the
cyclone of terror
Ferris wheels of death
the death of the west
someone’s last breath
Kevin was the best
until he got turned out on meth
trellises’ karaoke
I thought it was 8am,
but it was 8pm Sunday
evening
Olga was at it again and
I was choking down
another vodka, blazing
another bowl
9pm Sunday evening
...
kill lacks the courage to live
More violence
More tin foil
more digits on the
cyclone of terror
Ferris wheels of death
the death of the west
someone’s last breath
Kevin was the best
until he got turned out on meth
trellises’ karaoke
I thought it was 8am,
but it was 8pm Sunday
evening
Olga was at it again and
I was choking down
another vodka, blazing
another bowl
9pm Sunday evening
...
#courage
#murder
#violence
#death
#drugs
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2 Comments
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