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LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 5:49am
2nd Feb 2025 5:49am
Random Journal Entry: Mania, Day 34
I feel savage; lonely
in my bubble of mania;
I can’t focus on you,
Or you,
Or me, or them;
I’ll shatter if I do, so it’s
head down, one foot
tripping the other;
yet I manage to land upright
…for now
I’m holding for now
my true self rejoices
at having been set free;
I had no choice
but to take the drugs
that forced her out;
she was ripping my insides
to shreds, crying herself to sleep
in a bed she made;
procrastination is a death dealer;
coming to steal away
whatever you...
in my bubble of mania;
I can’t focus on you,
Or you,
Or me, or them;
I’ll shatter if I do, so it’s
head down, one foot
tripping the other;
yet I manage to land upright
…for now
I’m holding for now
my true self rejoices
at having been set free;
I had no choice
but to take the drugs
that forced her out;
she was ripping my insides
to shreds, crying herself to sleep
in a bed she made;
procrastination is a death dealer;
coming to steal away
whatever you...
#bipolar
#LifeCycle
#MentalHealth
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
105 reads
9 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 11:21pm
19th Jan 2025 11:21pm
Leaf Cadavers
The driving miniscule flakes of snow.
Confim the world is a shaken globe.
Dark brown leaf cadavers can still be seen.
Crumbled in death poking through the newborn powder.
The haunted silence is even louder.
Life touching death, unusually serene.
Ghosts of autumn yearn for snowy winter
For a short while, the white world is void of the sinister.
The wind inhales a frozen breath.
A frigid cold whisper upon my neck.
Exhalations of steam, blow at the iced vanilla trees.
Bird population take haven in the branches.
To behold the...
Confim the world is a shaken globe.
Dark brown leaf cadavers can still be seen.
Crumbled in death poking through the newborn powder.
The haunted silence is even louder.
Life touching death, unusually serene.
Ghosts of autumn yearn for snowy winter
For a short while, the white world is void of the sinister.
The wind inhales a frozen breath.
A frigid cold whisper upon my neck.
Exhalations of steam, blow at the iced vanilla trees.
Bird population take haven in the branches.
To behold the...
#death
#LifeCycle
#snow #winter
#snow #winter
103 reads
12 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 2:02pm
24th Jan 2025 2:02pm
No boundries
White sand is nonstop
The hourglass will betray
We'll forever love
The hourglass will betray
We'll forever love
#aging
#LifeCycle
#love #senryu
#love #senryu
79 reads
14 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 8:35pm
22nd Jan 2025 8:35pm
Frigid Sky
Time is passing by and slowly
Losing all its breath
Sun is going down so lonely
In the frosty, distant west
Cold nasty winds are blowing
All the hopes fade away
While life is freezing
Into a snowy, powdery haze
Within a frozen moment
Into a crystal winter sky
Memories are melting
Tears open up my eyes
Soon salvation
Will bring a long-awaited end
Reaching primordial creation
Uniting with you, my old friend
Losing all its breath
Sun is going down so lonely
In the frosty, distant west
Cold nasty winds are blowing
All the hopes fade away
While life is freezing
Into a snowy, powdery haze
Within a frozen moment
Into a crystal winter sky
Memories are melting
Tears open up my eyes
Soon salvation
Will bring a long-awaited end
Reaching primordial creation
Uniting with you, my old friend
#friendship
#LifeCycle
#memories
#rhyming
#winter
71 reads
8 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 3:07pm
17th Jan 2025 3:07pm
Death of a Big Fish
for David Lynch
The strangeness inherent in you
was not disturbing, in the end,
not in a sense that prophesied flames, at least,
but opened up a strange vista,
one terrifying in Radcliffe’s vision
of what defines terror:
expanding your soul, not annihilating.
A woman in trouble. Wrapped in plastic.
Bipedal bunny rabbits in human clothes.
Dennis Hopper huffing gas.
Laura Dern with weird stretched-out smile.
Or LAX in brightest day.
The sentimental turned
to sinister. Black Lodge. Dwarf.
These painterly...
The strangeness inherent in you
was not disturbing, in the end,
not in a sense that prophesied flames, at least,
but opened up a strange vista,
one terrifying in Radcliffe’s vision
of what defines terror:
expanding your soul, not annihilating.
A woman in trouble. Wrapped in plastic.
Bipedal bunny rabbits in human clothes.
Dennis Hopper huffing gas.
Laura Dern with weird stretched-out smile.
Or LAX in brightest day.
The sentimental turned
to sinister. Black Lodge. Dwarf.
These painterly...
#admiration
#art
#LifeCycle #PopCulture
#LifeCycle #PopCulture
68 reads
2 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 1:38am
24th Jan 2025 1:38am
Good Intentions
It was late
I never intended to kill
I trapped it under some Tupperware
And would set it free in the morning
to get on with it's own precious life.
It died during the night.
It was more than just a cockroach.
I never intended to kill
I trapped it under some Tupperware
And would set it free in the morning
to get on with it's own precious life.
It died during the night.
It was more than just a cockroach.
#LifeCycle
59 reads
3 Comments
Maple666
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 00:29am
7th Feb 2025 00:29am
FLOOD GATE.
SOMETIMES THE SADNESS IS LIKE A
FLOOD GATE . ONCE IT IS OPEN
EVERYTHING IS DECIMATED WITH THIS ACHE .
IT IS A TIDAL WAVE RUSHING IN TO FILL
UP THE CRACKS AND YOU ARE SOAKED.
YOU ARE COLD TOO AND YOU SHAKE .
THAT IS WHAT GRIEF CAN DO IT TAKES
YOU BY SURPRISE AND WITH A
FEROCITY THAT BITES THROUGH
BONES AND EVERY SINEW OF YOU
AND YOU WAIT QUIETLY FOR YOUR
INSIDES NOT TO BREAK .
AND YOU BITE DOWN HARD ON YOUR LIP TO STIFLE THE CRY OF FEELINGS YOU DON'T LIKE • YOU PRAY FOR A MIRACLE THAT YOU ARE IN CHARGE OF EVERY...
FLOOD GATE . ONCE IT IS OPEN
EVERYTHING IS DECIMATED WITH THIS ACHE .
IT IS A TIDAL WAVE RUSHING IN TO FILL
UP THE CRACKS AND YOU ARE SOAKED.
YOU ARE COLD TOO AND YOU SHAKE .
THAT IS WHAT GRIEF CAN DO IT TAKES
YOU BY SURPRISE AND WITH A
FEROCITY THAT BITES THROUGH
BONES AND EVERY SINEW OF YOU
AND YOU WAIT QUIETLY FOR YOUR
INSIDES NOT TO BREAK .
AND YOU BITE DOWN HARD ON YOUR LIP TO STIFLE THE CRY OF FEELINGS YOU DON'T LIKE • YOU PRAY FOR A MIRACLE THAT YOU ARE IN CHARGE OF EVERY...
#death
#grief
#LifeCycle
#loneliness
#nostalgia
41 reads
4 Comments
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