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Betty
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Hearts mouth

Idontknowhowtofeel
Lost Thinker
Joined 8th July 2022
Forum Posts: 3

Poetry Contest

Just open you heart and write whatever the mouth cant say
Sometimes the heart wants to talk
But the mouth doesnt have the words
Lets create a place where we allow our hearts to speak and to bleed through the paper (in this case the screen XD )

Idontknowhowtofeel
Lost Thinker
Joined 8th July 2022
Forum Posts: 3

Pillow

I cry with my face burrowed in the pillow
I scream , and i sob , and i whine
Im scared that if the walls hear my screams
They will crumble down
They will shatter the last pieces of my heart
The last pieces that grieve for you
I let out a slight sight
And the walls shake like in a hurricane
Theyre scared they beg me to stop
Even they know they cant take it
How can my heart deal with it
Yet your love shaked all my heart
And it still wants more
Even if its in pieces it says
"If its from you, i can take much more"


I cry with my face burrowed in the pillow
Im scared the floor wont be as strong as my heart
If the floor heard one little sob of mine
It would shatter like glass under pressure
The cement is not like my heart
My heart still beats and loves you
Under all this pressure it beats for you
Oh my foolish heart
Still stronger than the cement under me
Shattered into little pieces yet it still beats for you

I cry with my face burrowed in the pillow
Not even the pillow cant take my whines
Says "im made of soft plush not cement nor steel"
Yet my heart thats made of flesh and blood
Says "If its from him i can take much more"
My foolish heart is actually brave
Whats it been throught and it still wants more

I cant cry with my face burrowed in the pillow
Even the pillow cant take my cries
So i stop, and so does my heart
" if its from him i can still take more" it says
Still with that brave beating inside my chest
" Not anymore " i reply
The walls cant take more
The floor cant take more
The pillow cant take anymore

Now theres nowhere to burrow my face to cry
And if the world hears my screams, sobs , whines
It will tumble down with my heart
I dont care about me nor my heart nor even the world
I care enough for him,
Just so i wont shatter his world
I will keep the screams sobs and whines inside
I will give them to my heart
I will let my heart burrow its face in my tissue
The ribs are strong not like the walls
The skin is strong not like the floor
The soul is strong not like the pillow
But the heart is still weak, just like the house

Written by Idontknowhowtofeel
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robert43041
Viking
Tyrant of Words
Canada 43awards
Joined 30th July 2020
Forum Posts: 918

Lost  (22)

My mind is confused hogwash
My body is confused hogwash
My soul is confused hogwash

In short it is a mess
Sometimes I just wish to go to sleep
And all forget
Yet again I wake
Another day to walk around in a daze
Walking around like a zombie and a fake.

A semblance of whatever
Trying to adapt to an environment
Which is the same as a day ago
Yet totally different...so where am I?
I don't know.
Written by robert43041 (Viking)
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Betty
Tyrant of Words
United States 27awards
Joined 8th May 2012
Forum Posts: 511

Redaction

Let me catch
your exhale  
in my lungs  
while tides  
lap against  
our bare feet,  
 
so that should  
I blink in this  
ephemeral moment,  
I have your essence  
indelibly captured  
in my bloodstream  
 
so that should  
my eyes be stricken  
with sudden blindness,  
such as plagues  
the rest of the world,  
I could still  
outline your  
your silhouette  
in minute detail  
with the  
capillaries  
feeding my heart  
 
Your facets  
in the sunlit ocean  
refract against  
my  
relentless  
desire  
and I’m left with  
oxygen-starved eyes,  
and gasping pores  
 
Because seeing you  
as you  
is unparalleled  
but it’s not enough  
 
it’s never enough.  
 
So, darling,
let me catch  
your exhale  
in my lungs,  
while tides  
lap against our bare feet,  
leave the imprint of your  
 
everything  
 
so deeply inside me,  
that I could

live without air.  
 

 
Written by Betty
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nightbirdblue
Dangerous Mind
United States 9awards
Joined 24th Sep 2017
Forum Posts: 171

Anamnesis

 
And they lived happily ever after
An expanse of laughter lines
Warmly consoled their souls
Until the twilight of old age
Rested itself in their home

Bones no longer clattered
Night came, stars shown
And dawn found them
Huddled together
In everlasting

Peace

Birds sang in grief
At the sunrise
As our spirits drifted
Toward the skies
Wide eyed as one

Together, we’re never alone
In our lover’s arms and
In each other’s hearts
We are never lost
Or forgotten

We are home

{ We are home }

We are home


Written by nightbirdblue
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Ljdynamic
Dangerous Mind
United States 18awards
Joined 18th Aug 2017
Forum Posts: 374

Hemorrhaging

There she lies in hemostasis.
Abyss calling her to surrender.
Rendered useless by her beloved.
Shredded heart, now she is in a balance.

Commence coagulation.
Stations need to be manned.
Unplanned attack but ready.

Steady on the primary.
Hairy outcome if not triggered.
Vigor in her allows for vasoconstriction.
Conviction as the flow of life redirects.
Connecting, allowing platelet adhesion.
Lesions begin to repair.

Despair still draws, for we need secondary.
Every moment matters.
Shattering aggregation could leave her vulnerable.
Full of fibrin now forming.
Storming in are the coagulation factors.
Reactor organ, the liver.
Delivered from death, she is stable.
Able to seek her vengeance.
Written by Ljdynamic
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Daevileyes
Lost Thinker
Romania 2awards
Joined 21st Jan 2017
Forum Posts: 17

oblivion

 
did you know
every single time I close my eyes
I see life struggle to stay inside
them cold inert bodies
I see calamities
fires scorching
razing the everything
to the ground
into the ashes astound
lies the dessicated rainfall
soaked in blood
as it carves out the craving appetite
for eternal night
did you know
every single time I take a breath
I bathe in the Lethe
its ice cold strokes running all over
all the forgotten smoulder
a faint memory
of what it used to be
yet still there
lying in the ashes
burnt to dust
and yet it's not
all gone
one by one
did you know
even though
I tell you now
there's nothing you truly know
John Doe
did you know
there's winter down below
all wrapped in your snow
the fire froze
your hope glows
no more
at my door
and the nothing is right there
everywhere
I gaze
into an empty space
time stopped
the brain's blocked
nugatory fuckedupedness
purposeless nothingness
death
is what's next
and yet
living in your own net
there's nothing you know
John Doe
Written by Daevileyes
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PAR
PAULO ACACIO RAMOS
Dangerous Mind
Portugal 20awards
Joined 26th May 2022
Forum Posts: 308

The art of being nobody in the crowd!

All being is work,
all being is prime and chromium...
All beings are one
and unique and simple...

almost all beings
are basic and some beings
are human,
most ignore it!

Viruses infecting galaxies!

Aquatic beings because wet,
aerial beings because moony.
Earthly beings because buried,
scorched igneous beings.

Dragons, sirens, chimeras or sphinxes,
each being is only what being pretends to be.

All being is work,
the whole being is prey and mass...

All beings are carbon and fiber and tone...
Almost all beings
are complex and some beings are human,
most ignore it!

Astronauts in drops of water!

Baroque beings because history,
modern beings because hysteria.
Troglodytes and polyglots.
Sacrosancts and idiots.

All being is a turned page
in the book of life,
all being is blurry writing
in the draft map of hell.

All being is humor and liquor
and blood, and sweat, and saliva...

All being is metastasis of sunlight
in the navy blue sky of an eternal autumn,
all being is paste, is mass,
clay and mother of pearl.

Every being is a parasite
on the skin of snakes,
it is a toxin in the half point arches,
every being is electric and human,
most ignore it!

Tiles on the walls of convents,
bread and roses in the white laps of queens.

Every living being is an accumulation of dead cells.

All being is Art,
every being is part of the Art of the other,
the whole being is the other part,
not complementary, of what has been preserved
of the quintessence of the Art of the other.

all living being
is discovery and caravel
and love letter without addressee...

some humans are humans,
most ignore it!

All being is apple in Eve's mouth
and in the mouth of any princess
childhood tale...
the whole being is mortal sin and eternal forgiveness.

The whole being is smile and riddle and sign.
All being is museum and gallery and wall.
All being is masterpiece
to which no other being gives a damn.

All being is cemetery and urn,
depository of the making of another being,
from the ashes of another's loving body,
any, being, that is not dominant,
because lover, because always and after and before.

All being is water thrown to the ground,
thrown into the oil of society or into the vinegar of God,
to the spittle of the mouth of atheists.



PAR
Written by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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LunasChild8
Dangerous Mind
Canada 21awards
Joined 27th Dec 2017
Forum Posts: 540

Things I'll Never Say

I
Her soul was once a radiant fire
But now nearly all her flames have turned to ember
Her head-strong approach was something I’ve always admired
Yet now it seems like she has surrendered…
To despair and anxiety after five gruesome years
I watch on helplessly as I don’t know what to do
How can I assure her that there’s nothing to fear?
Whenever she asks me what our future holds, I haven’t got a clue
There are moments where I see determination in her worn eyes
But those days are rarer and rarer
Many days all I want to do is cry
We wouldn’t be in this situation if life had been fairer
All her life has been one struggle after another
But she managed to push on by working like heck
I love her so, oh my poor, dear mother
I fear that I’ll be the cause of her premature death.

II
Emptiness inside
I didn’t want to believe
That this is the final goodbye
Between you and me
I miss you Leo
Why did you have to go?
You, mom and I were the Golden Trio
Yet your life was cut short like one would blow…
Out a candle to extinguish its flames
Yet you, my dear cat, were hit by a car
That heart-stopping text from dad engulfed me in rage
And those unbelievable words had sown onto my heart a scar
Sometimes I dream of you, and I’m so happy
Only to wake up to reality, and I burst into tears
These last 10 months without you have been utterly crappy
Your affectionate personality filled our lives with cheer
Emptiness inside
I’ve now come to terms
That this is the final goodbye
The lack of a pulse and your immobile chest were enough to confirm.

III
I know I haven’t been the most worshipping of Christians
Only recently have I come to terms with my spirituality
Honestly, I thought that your existence was pure fiction
Yet my life experience led me to believe that your existence could be a reality
After all, you saved my mother when she was in death’s clutches
You have made it possible for me to accomplish my dream
Whenever I was done, you have been my pair of crutches
So please help me now, or I’ll burst out and scream
I’ve made a terrible choice, that shouldn’t have been so if life were different
I went all in instead of fully analyzing and opting for the safer path
I know that my face is often blank, making people think that I’m indifferent
When really, it’s my only way of protecting myself from attack
I didn’t sign up to pay this terrible price
This never would have happened had the opportunity exited back home
I had no one at the time to give me much needed advice
I feel like I’ve screwed up just as badly as the fall of Rome
So, God, Forces of the universe, my Guardian Angel
Please help my bearer and I to make it out of this shitstorm
This experience has left me rather gainful…
In what I should and shouldn’t do; I’m now informed
But I swear that I’ll bring us to the light at the end of the tunnel; no matter how painful.
Written by LunasChild8
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adagio
Tyrant of Words
United States 5awards
Joined 15th Jan 2019
Forum Posts: 610

Splinter, I Remember

As the trees wear short sleeves    
of nature's best, as a forest grows  
carrying me across the meadows        
with a splinter, I can remember  
just in time the waves of Autumn  
interpreting the landscape  
and charming the acorns  
sketching a sky of a falling leaf  
watching Harlequins dance           
in arabesque with butterflies  
As the trees wear short sleeves    
Written by adagio
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Jordan
D.O.C.
Thought Provoker
United States 13awards
Joined 4th May 2022
Forum Posts: 245

The Words Yet Wanting

heart silenced mouth stopped
bleeding through the snowflake pall
feral kitten dies
Written by Jordan (D.O.C.)
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Cursedvessel
Lost Thinker
Joined 8th Mar 2023
Forum Posts: 2

Tethered to the past

Time began with voices
Whispering in the head
They often made the choices
Enshrouded with dread
What do they want?
Loud with decisions
Why do they taunt?
Constant collisions

But along came you
A goofy smile spread
You were troubled too
Together we tread
A cheek to kiss
A hand to hold
Here in the abyss
Sweet whispers told

How theyd coo
Seemingly harmonized
The luck to have met you
I was surprised
Free I wished
From the bickering chorus
You were a gift
Who was i before us?

But as time went on
Disputes ignite
I'm merely a pawn
In their fight
Mistakes persists
You pour your heart,
Through clenched fists
I broke us apart

At fault was I
To think they were fixed
I felt you cry
My feelings mixed
Trapped with the past
The future unfolds
How did I outlast
The shiniest of golds

The future rushed
The present adrift
The past hushed
Life must be treated like a gift
Written by Cursedvessel
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miarose7878
Strange Creature
Joined 13th Mar 2023
Forum Posts: 1

Write my dissertation, the task at hand,
A challenge to face, a demand to command.
To delve deep into the world of art,
And uncover the secrets of the human heart.

Kaye Redfield Jamison, a beacon of light,
Guiding us through the darkness of the night.
Touched With Fire, her book so bold,
A journey into the minds of the creative, we're told.

The struggle between art and mental health,
A battle fought by those of great wealth,
And those who scrape by with nothing but hope,
As they strive to create, to push and to cope.

The madness that fuels the artist's soul,
A double-edged sword, taking its toll.
The highs and lows, the ecstasy and pain,
The beauty that rises from the darkest of stains.

So write my dissertation, with pen in hand,
And explore the depths of this wondrous land.
Of art and madness, of beauty and pain,
And the struggle that drives us all insane.

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luddep
Lost Thinker
Joined 1st Feb 2023
Forum Posts: 13

At home

When you die
Are you leaving, or coming home?
Have I ever had a home?
Have I ever been home?
Who am I to decide
what constitutes a home?
I take a guess:
To feel at home is the definition of being
at home
So I chose you
Will you stay a little longer?
Written by luddep
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