Joshuaberry
Ancestor
Ancestor
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:28pm
Yesterday 6:28pm
Sumptuous Stranger
familiar feelings feigns
odd emotions strains
pulpy punctured projection
ensconced eerie erections
contract into span
gulped by trance
mystic meager mass
assumed airy mask
met mushy task
inky oily infection
curl callous combustion
scribbling damped solutions
emotions sans vibe
sanity scrunched bribe.
19:11:18:14:38
odd emotions strains
pulpy punctured projection
ensconced eerie erections
contract into span
gulped by trance
mystic meager mass
assumed airy mask
met mushy task
inky oily infection
curl callous combustion
scribbling damped solutions
emotions sans vibe
sanity scrunched bribe.
19:11:18:14:38
#grief
#rejection
#heartbroken #denial
#heartbroken #denial
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Jollylush
Poem Published
18th Nov 2019 5:22pm
18th Nov 2019 5:22pm
What I lost....
I lose something everyday
except the pain,
The endless pain that I got
when we two parted.
I lost my name and place
where you meant to live,
my heart,
The broken heart that aggrieved.
I lost the consensus that
people used to grant me,
And the courage
that gave me relief.
I lost my hopes in dark,
the only hopes
That illuminated my soul
towards your path.
I lost those secrets
The only memories of past,
and my mind cut its wings
that I can't seize them again.
...
except the pain,
The endless pain that I got
when we two parted.
I lost my name and place
where you meant to live,
my heart,
The broken heart that aggrieved.
I lost the consensus that
people used to grant me,
And the courage
that gave me relief.
I lost my hopes in dark,
the only hopes
That illuminated my soul
towards your path.
I lost those secrets
The only memories of past,
and my mind cut its wings
that I can't seize them again.
...
#sadness
#grief
#loneliness
#dark
#heartbroken
42 reads
2 Comments
ceceliafox
Poem Published
18th Nov 2019 6:57am
18th Nov 2019 6:57am
its time to talk about what happend last year
I hadn't done my hair in weeks , my hair was in what was supposed to be a bun at the top of my head but instead of a bun it was a nest of knotted curls that haven't been brushed in weeks. what was once gorgeous thick curls was now thin and brittle waves knotted on the top of my head . what was once glowing skin was now sickly and pale with dark bags under my eyes that matched the color of a plum . my lips were cracked and my eyes were red. I have felt so numb for months and its not like I didn't try reaching for help because i did but soon enough found out that no one cared . my thoughts were...
#grief
#emptiness
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2 Comments
AEMelia564
Y
Y
Poem Published
16th Nov 2019 6:40pm
16th Nov 2019 6:40pm
Arched inked lines
You are of my blood
though I will not
bleed
for you
As torn threads
shed pain(less)
Too many tears
If not too few
moistened my eyes
stopped these ghosts
from growing
Night returns me
Scented thoughts
pathology lies
Too much salt
won't kill you
though I will not
bleed
for you
As torn threads
shed pain(less)
Too many tears
If not too few
moistened my eyes
stopped these ghosts
from growing
Night returns me
Scented thoughts
pathology lies
Too much salt
won't kill you
#grief
#dark
33 reads
3 Comments
butters
Poem Published
16th Nov 2019 5:56pm
16th Nov 2019 5:56pm
Why war?
Greed and Fear, child,
greed and fear:
someone wants
what someone else has
not wanting to share
they don't care
if that makes
the other one scared
but fear breeds Hate
and hate will take men
far, far into a war
where both sides stake claims
on God and being Right—
compassion fails
gods weep
greed and fear:
someone wants
what someone else has
not wanting to share
they don't care
if that makes
the other one scared
but fear breeds Hate
and hate will take men
far, far into a war
where both sides stake claims
on God and being Right—
compassion fails
gods weep
#hate
#grief
#TruthOfLife #greed
#TruthOfLife #greed
39 reads
8 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
14th Nov 2019 4:17pm
14th Nov 2019 4:17pm
It is an old pain, one of love
It is an old pain
These shards of glass
Deep inside my throat
It is an old pain
This ache inside my veins
Starting at the throat going down
It is an old pain
This pain in my heart
I don't remember it not being there
It is an old pain
Living inside this body
A payment for others mistakes
It is an old pain
On these lips, stained on my hands
Old, and classic this pain is
It is an old pain
Not much else to it
Old as time and just as confusing
These shards of glass
Deep inside my throat
It is an old pain
This ache inside my veins
Starting at the throat going down
It is an old pain
This pain in my heart
I don't remember it not being there
It is an old pain
Living inside this body
A payment for others mistakes
It is an old pain
On these lips, stained on my hands
Old, and classic this pain is
It is an old pain
Not much else to it
Old as time and just as confusing
#sadness
#grief
#loneliness #heartbroken
#loneliness #heartbroken
43 reads
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Shon
Shon
Poem Published
14th Nov 2019 8:25am
14th Nov 2019 8:25am
Another Nameless One
Someone politely reminded
me that I wasn’t remembering
you in the best way that I could
That I wasn't letting what isn't
real control me
I still feel like I'm spiraling
because she made me out to
be so much like you
-That she hated it
So all I could see was me in you
and that I loved you the best
even though she didn't want me to
know you
I knew you and knew I wanted you
here so much
Today, I’m really not ok
me that I wasn’t remembering
you in the best way that I could
That I wasn't letting what isn't
real control me
I still feel like I'm spiraling
because she made me out to
be so much like you
-That she hated it
So all I could see was me in you
and that I loved you the best
even though she didn't want me to
know you
I knew you and knew I wanted you
here so much
Today, I’m really not ok
#grief
#death
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XXcrazychickXX
Shon
Shon
Poem Published
14th Nov 2019 8:22am
14th Nov 2019 8:22am
Nameless
Just ranting.
…
I'm not the same as I was
four days ago
Before I changed eight
months ago
Before I was different
almost a year ago
Every time, a little or a
lot more fear was put
into me on those three separate
occasions
Reminders constantly
associated
With what comes from my
mouth
So that my triggers are at
The forefront
Realizing that I'm being
Pinpointed for the things I
wanted no parts of
Because the biggest
heartbreak came when
you...
…
I'm not the same as I was
four days ago
Before I changed eight
months ago
Before I was different
almost a year ago
Every time, a little or a
lot more fear was put
into me on those three separate
occasions
Reminders constantly
associated
With what comes from my
mouth
So that my triggers are at
The forefront
Realizing that I'm being
Pinpointed for the things I
wanted no parts of
Because the biggest
heartbreak came when
you...
#sadness
#grief
#death
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ThroughTheVeil
Poem Published
14th Nov 2019 6:30am
14th Nov 2019 6:30am
Raising Mother
My mother's head has cracked today.
I found her wandering about.
I raised her from a child I did,
and this is how we go out.
What's it like to feel something?
It's something I can't do.
I can't afford to let it slip,
and let the waves come through,
for if I do I'll surely drown,
and get lost just like you.
I found her wandering about.
I raised her from a child I did,
and this is how we go out.
What's it like to feel something?
It's something I can't do.
I can't afford to let it slip,
and let the waves come through,
for if I do I'll surely drown,
and get lost just like you.
#grief
#mother
#children
#family
#denial
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Damselinhandcuffs
Poem Published
13th Nov 2019 8:29am
13th Nov 2019 8:29am
I Couldn't Tell You if I Met Myself or Lost Myself That Day
I dreamt of the old tear in the stitching of skin and the struggle of position again- but wake up to no blood
I can smell the sweat- but the bodies are nowhere to be seen
The bastard deceived me and found his way into my dreams
Woke out the morning hate and killed the child in my laughter with the brutality of his desire
When I die, I will have died twice
To fuel the sculpture of his fire, he threw me into the flames
What a masterpiece of me he's made
even after he is done, I will feel...
I can smell the sweat- but the bodies are nowhere to be seen
The bastard deceived me and found his way into my dreams
Woke out the morning hate and killed the child in my laughter with the brutality of his desire
When I die, I will have died twice
To fuel the sculpture of his fire, he threw me into the flames
What a masterpiece of me he's made
even after he is done, I will feel...
#sadness
#hate
#grief
#dark
#shame
44 reads
5 Comments
Queen_of_darkness
Poem Published
11th Nov 2019 3:35pm
11th Nov 2019 3:35pm
footsteps
our footprint in the sand
we walk for miles and miles
people look at us like we're bad
but each step we take is toward good
our laughs empty into thin air
fringer prints disappear
skin cells go away
but the steps we take forever stay
a canvas that holds our path
one movement to the next
each word gone just like that
but our not our footsteps
our voices forgotten
our handwriting erased
our smiles captured
our hopes taken to the grave
but our footsteps forever stay
each one marking us...
we walk for miles and miles
people look at us like we're bad
but each step we take is toward good
our laughs empty into thin air
fringer prints disappear
skin cells go away
but the steps we take forever stay
a canvas that holds our path
one movement to the next
each word gone just like that
but our not our footsteps
our voices forgotten
our handwriting erased
our smiles captured
our hopes taken to the grave
but our footsteps forever stay
each one marking us...
#love
#grief
#death
#memories
#IMissYou
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LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
9th Nov 2019 6:44pm
9th Nov 2019 6:44pm
Hindsight Is Razor-Sharp
alone today,
it’s my own fault
gaining the kind of clarity
only loss can bring;
hindsight is razor-sharp
clocking in at 20/15
dysfunction is a greedy bitch,
her bedside manner
left you speechless;
for what it’s worth
she left me without words
to reassure you;
my own dis-ease wanted
center stage,
and I selfishly gave it
to her, every time;
new to real love,
it’s my fault
and you should know
that I know,
not that you don’t already...
it’s my own fault
gaining the kind of clarity
only loss can bring;
hindsight is razor-sharp
clocking in at 20/15
dysfunction is a greedy bitch,
her bedside manner
left you speechless;
for what it’s worth
she left me without words
to reassure you;
my own dis-ease wanted
center stage,
and I selfishly gave it
to her, every time;
new to real love,
it’s my fault
and you should know
that I know,
not that you don’t already...
#grief
#heartbroken
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6 Comments
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