Painful Poetry
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Command it,the time in between,to cease, to even departfrom its arrivalto heal the cutslining your arms. You’ve writtenyour cursed nameabove each one,hoping to negotiatea peacedealwith the devil. You’ve been denyingthe bitter flavorpouring from your heart,melting with the stingyou call sweet. Rows of ceremonyfor your safetyamong running waters,burned to be red,dressed to be white. You’re stickingwith…
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Within a warningwhere teardrops are black,a face is wearingits isolation,its merged yearsoutside-in. This is where I’ve died,hoping to go back,meaning to move on. This is where fearescalates,where pain becomesan idol to worship. I’m a dream awayfrom endingthis unwanted nightmare. But I’m yoursto lead me alonginto your doom. Triumph in yourmalevolent tragedy.An anchorhas brought us lowwhen…
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It wasn’t what Ikept running from,knowing there were starseven in their output. I held out fingerslike candles to be lit,breathing smokefrom lungs long burned. Neptune has a wayof drowning me,just as it crowns methe king of my ocean. I held out a hopethat ended up smotheredby fervent repetition,the waves of yesterday. Velvet waterssurrounded my feet,echoing…
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A time of needstrikes me as your plea,your call to anguish,your fatal rushinto disaster. But you don’t knowwhat’s crumbled,surrounding youon the insidewith fallen flakes. Snow’s where you walk,treading over miles,swimming over sceneryto betray your past. What’s the meaningof your safetyon your brief journeys? Your back is turnedto the sunrise,facing where a handgives your curtain. You…
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Steady displacementruns in this exhaustiveoverview, over me. I’m not desertingwhat I knowin this exertion. I’ve been steeringupon these waves,crying outone helpless roar,anchoring sadnessin a frozen state. I’m not moving,while merely carvinga circle to be buried. Time’s tested me,made me its puppet,while I dineupon my denial,out in the open,far from retreat. I say the wish,I watch…
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A second, to salvage,is all you need,to vary your voiceon an opposing spectrumwhere seasons change,colors endure. Nighttime follows,before your brutal rainfallcomes to tower over you,covering your miles. You never knewwhich way was right,looming in the directionof what you have left. Pain pieces you togetherlets you remain equalwith the warmth runningfrom your veins. You’re always feelingyour…
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Through this silence,we both scream,rippling waves in emptiness,discarding our tranquil,stillborn hopes.Through madness,we’ve both made each othersworn enemies held close,bonded in the ironof our blood.Our faces are severe,as our blood burnsupon its sudden rush.Our disease is to searour flesh into blackness,more bare than earth.A sickening symphonycracks upon our voice,opening with the depletionof what we held in.After…
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There’s your stateto be salvaged,there’s your woundsto turn from bereavementinto reflection.A lake has formedunder your feet,a spot of yourself-containedresidue.It drowns your words,echoes your screams,diving your facealong a ripple.It freezes to keep youlocked onto a void,captures your graceinto endless space.Who are youin all this irony?The scope of ithas you crawlingfor the grains,for the dust,for the ruststaining…
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I change directionupon an instinctto deliver morethan remorse.It’s in vainonce I noticeI’ve no breath leftto force open a door,Stuck with the circleinside a rectangle.This room’s surveyed me,challenged my willto start a fire,beyond control.This room’s revisited me,watched me from the inside,while I’m filtering awayall of my honesty.Trapped among walls,closing in,leaving me to wail,begging to be releasedfrom…
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Let yourself,as a shivering angel,break with yourcrumbling foundations.It’s been a treatto see you burn,scattering your ownflavorless ashes.It’s been a whilesince you stood upto the darknesshiding your eyes.Come down withthis oncoming winter,striving for paradiseto be your shelter.It’ll be in sightwhen you wake up,digging into oneeternal sunrise.No more to shatteramong faces you forgot,in the silence you surrenderedyour…
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Granting a glimpseof what occursbehind closed doors,from inside a spacetranslated fromfallen grace.There are enough blocksto build back again,to reverse this ruin,but I want to wiltin the growing storm.A fresh downpourfor me, among heavy,isolating crowds.I’m a face to pick out,like a petalfrom a colorless garden.Channel this thunderfor a brief understandingof what I’ve got left,once it illuminates.Change…
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Enough daysto entertain a smilethat’ll shatter,when a different momentcomes to matter.Your worst endingis to see the sunfor the rain,for the facesyou’ve come to treatwith disdain.Enough secondsdeveloping yourselfoff a second skin,a mask folding your nameon an early headstone.You’re in disrepair,content with an onslaughtthat deprives youof a future’sforgiving frame.Build with the daysbetter to be saved,to be remembered…
