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Logan Turner Aug 2020
No one's coming to save you
Get used to that
Feel so alone
Run out of things to say
Everything feels so empty
When I run out of ideas to share
And nothing excites me anymore
And I bang my head against these walls
And I don't stop
And the cranks are turning
And they never stop turning
And it's getting tighter
And it's getting nearer
And it won't stop hunting
And it won't stop hurting
As long as you're beating
I can hear it's blood travelling
Keep it away please
Please keep it away from me
It has no face and it scares me
No one can seem to name it
Slithers back
Back to where it can't be seen
Logan Turner Aug 2020
I scream at the plaster peeling on the wall
So existential I hardly know how to spell it
So I just melt away into nothingness
Become the paint and keep still for once
The answer floats along
Etched into eternities consciousness
Don't worry about it
The functions are complex but the reasons so simple
Let it pass by
Don't question
Let it slumber and snore
And then peace
Just for now
A few more moments
Keep still
Arms open and throat exposed
InvisibleWriter Aug 2020
Mistakes were made, but I’m alright
I tell myself that to get through the night
One drink
Two drinks
Three drinks
Four
I down myself in alcohol to not feel like a wh*

Life is full of lessons
And so it seems
The only one that keeps learning is me
Because nothing is going right
These storms keep coming
I’m tired of fighting

Love is game and sometimes a battlefield
I’m always in the trenches, losing
Someone level the playing field
Mariah Button Jul 2020
I wonder if this is what it feels like
If my heart is supposed to feel like hot ash,
blowing,
blowing in the wind and landing in my hair?
If my words are meant to be like alphabet soup,
spinning,
equating to be nothing?
Am I meant to feel like an empty shell,
swimming,
sinking to the bottom?
wote this with a bit of a jumbled brain.
Title ideas? I have a few but they don't quite fit.
Thanks for reading!
Isabella Jul 2020
my dearest
apologies
that the recent poems plaguing my page
are nearly as much of a disappointment
as myself
**
ogdiddynash Jun 2020
ahem!

phasers on full,
having violated
someone’s human rights,
prepared to be eliminated.

on trial for a continuance
to keep on breathing,
gave a summation speech:

an untitled poem
is a diamond with
a single imperfection,
casting shadow doubt
on the flawlessness of
a huge finger rock


it’s an angel without a halo,
it’s a cat without any claws,
it’s a ice cream sundae sans cherry,
it’s a rudderless ship, no captain,
it’s rock ‘n roll without **** Jagger,
country with no Bonnie or Jolene,
female songwriters with no Adele


it’s a woman you’ve met on a train,
falling in love, instantly, whimsically,
she says I love you too! but there’s
no profit in it, no chance of success,
leaves without leaving her name


it’s a poem without a directive, a legendary,
imperfect perfection without a signpost pointer,
it’s the only loving worth having, that when lost,
unforgiving, the thousandth cut, so when she asks,
“forgive me?” your silence chokes, you cannot reply


incapable of completion,
you’re un-entitled,
you’re untitled,
a blank,
whited-out,
nameless as well


forevermore
^ feel free to substitute man, it makes zerodifference.
Brewomble Jun 2020
To give in or give up,
That is the question.
And as I sit here and ponder my life’s reality
The lifestyle that’s led up to this point
I’ve realized there is no simple answer
There’s no reason as to why you find yourself struggling to find the meaning in your life
Or as to why you can’t fall asleep soundly to the silence of your own breath;
And it’s only when I’m awake and listening can I see the truth before me,
Your sound asleep with contentment in the arms of my sheets and I, well I, I am here dealing with the mess you have left me behind to deal with.
You’re hurting too,
Your kisses cannot coat the pain this time
Nor will mine
For my eyes are dry and my heart is numb
But I’m foreshadowing your next move
A dim light and a snow fall
A cold walk and a liquor coaxed dream
Only now you see me.
So when I tremble in dismay with your hand on my cheek; do not be weary,
For I have not but pondered this outcome
To give in or to give up?
That is the question.
And it is now that I realize there might be more than yet two answers
My eyes are open, my ears are sound, and my heart is still
This time 4 months hasn’t changed me;
But I still hope you will

~Bre Womble
Sunday March 31 2019
Darkness falls across my mind.
I look around and all I find
Is misery in a shade of blue
And its shadows in a purple hue
The ground beneath as dark as ash
My mind befuddled as the moments pass

Lost within this moment more
I reach out to the iron door
Plagued with visions of past and fate
I make my way through the ebony gate
Beyond the velvet mocking walls
I come to the fear of my memories calls.

Then I wake only to see
What I fear most of all is me.
This is one of my UA poems. Written 9-16-2010.
hina Dec 2018
You left in between words
And now I can't decipher them.
You left in between colors
And now my life is devoid of it.
You left in between songs
And now I can't listen to them.

You stayed when you didn't want to
You left when I didn't want you to.
You said that you won't change
What happened to your love, then?
You left me without a clue
How do you think I'll be able to get through?
You're hurting, so you hurt others in return.

You were my escape,
And now you've got me caged
In this never-ending pain and sadness.
You took the keys with you
And I'm still waiting for your come back
To finally free me.
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