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I have these complicated feelings
they unfurl in my chest
begging to be let out
I release them from the ribcage
with a pen and paper
my poems are their escape
it makes me feel lighter
like happiness can fill me
instead of the dark curling tendrils
of despair
Arii Feb 24
My insides smell like
Cinnamon

But taste
like
wilted

flower petals;
Dry,
bland,
Dead, gone,
Desaturated colours
in my pupils

I melt into a pile of ash in
The ground

With the rest of the infertile soil,
With the insects
With the lush green grass
and the birds
and their nests full of twigs
And chirps
And songs
And hums
And sounds
That echo
That resound
That stay
That fly

With the sky.
Buried with my name.

Until it turns to night,

Then the
moon
and
stars

come out

And
I

Hide

A

W

A

Y

.
Elaina Feb 17
Uncovering joy
In the middle of sadness
What a sweet release
Shadows growing long, engulf the air,
Each pivotal moment rings like a bell.
Faces of ages, echoes from beyond,
Calling me home, lost in a dream.

Dreams resting lazily on rocky riverbeds,
Oh, rivers of memories flowing through,
Through time's embrace, they guide my way,
Infinity hands carry and take me there.

You are my beacon, on a raging sea,
Through all of the chaos, no matter how far,
Hold me close, through the stormy tides,
Anchoring souls from becoming lost, adrift.

Enclosed in the night of the fading light,
Every flicker of memory brings back the day.
The ghosts of my past, they want to atone,
Whispers softly a sigh that will never die.

Rocking in the arms of billow waves to shore,
In heavens tapestry, colors array cover me,
Hide me in your starry truth, I’ll forever abide,
After land of my dreams where the dead sleep.
Word count: 149. Poetry of the afterlife. Free verse
Syafie R Jan 21
I broke the leash—
felt it snap between my teeth,
the metal biting deep into my skin,
but its absence leaves a weight
heavy on my heart,
as though I’ve lost a limb.
Still, I carry it.
Every step feels like I’m betraying
the creature I was meant to be,
but I move anyway.

Your collar is gone,
but its echo tightens my chest,
a phantom pressure,
reminding me that I was born
to seek your approval,
to obey your every call.
I run,
but every breath tastes of you,
your presence clinging to me
like smoke I can’t escape.

Your voice gnaws at my spine,
low and sharp,
its growl imprinted in my bones.
I feel you in every shadow,
in every gust of wind,
like a leash invisible but real.
I push forward,
but the past scratches at my heels,
its claws deep in my skin.

Still, I run—
not without cost,
but I claw forward,
defying every instinct bred into me.
Your shadow pulls at my heart,
but I do not stop.
The path is not easy,
but every step is a battle
I am learning to win.

And though you haunt me—
your name, your scent,
the chains of my past—
I know this:
I have broken free.
No collar, no leash,
no chains will hold me again.
I am no longer your dog.
I’m sorry if this is too long to read, but I feel deeply touched and truly appreciate all the support I’ve received in this community. It’s made me feel like I’m something in this world (even if just a small piece) recognized and valued. I feel blessed to write another part, one that I hope people can read and feel with me. Maybe it can even help others who are trying to break free, just like I did.
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