Sad Poems
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Bitter secretion,absolute secrecycovers upyour bodyinto haze. You still attemptto stretchyour hollowed voicetowards a sunrise. You still hopeto revive what’s left,to be heardfrom bruised lips. To dreamof dying in reverse,to reopenyour cold heartto the heatof reenvisioned life. It’s agonyto see you walkingwithout weight. It’s ceremonyto see you outliningyour form from blood.
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The sun’s risenabove its curtain,painting widethe earth’s fleshwith a blinding displayof white-out. To mute our rebirthedchorus of cries,we must lookwithout looking ahead. We must break,without breaking bread. It doesn’t sustainour malnourished minds. We’re asking for dropsfor an emptied ocean. We’re seasonalfor how we fall. We’re fatalfor staying still. A hush without a vowdrives us into…
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Should pain showthe right direction,aside fromthis sluggish bleed,I swear to bethe first to admire. For the while,it carries onspeech that leaksfrom a mouthfilled with rotten teeth,torn testaments. Appreciationsaves nothingbut tattered pages,better left on a pathblack with decay. I’m sinkingseconds into hours,hours into a lifetimewaiting for hopeto boil over. No handhas wanderedthis wayto remind me. No…
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I anticipatea hallwayto roam down. It’s without lights,within a draftcoming froma space betweenwhat was a smile. You are cold.A hollowed out,filtered shell. Where did life go,with its wings? I’ve been brought low,at the same momentyou were lifted. You carry your endingwith better grace. Solid stonebecomes my heartwhen I’m taking shelterfrom the rain. Twisted bonesbecomes my…
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It driftsjust within reach,turning your awarenessinto liquid chaosthat runs amok. You want tosee everythingthat doesn’t matter,dissolving truthinto counterweights. Your worldmeans no harm,until you turn itinto what you want. What you needis from the thunderthat relights your voyagefor greater strength. Your sundies in the earth,drained of its light,dead in the nightyou welcome into beat back the…
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If you can,describe its familiarity.My handdives into contestbetween black velvet,the night, the rightto be recognized. Your coming deathwill enter in the secondthat tears will,while I drop the weightfrom a tight grasp. From warmthinto being frozen,into nourishingthe earthupon a whirlwind. I’m alreadydelivering fearinto another world,the one I’d preferto see burn. I’m embracingremaining moments,rememberingloud ticksfrom a towering…
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Deliberate uneasehas unfurled you,with blackened wingssettled among winds,blending in withunchanging scenery. You’ve burnedthrough yourbottomless abyss,landing a kissupon the first stoneyou’ve found. What you havefor memoriesare what you leadwithin reveries. Who you refusewithin such tearsyou let loosekeeps you guessing. Warmth can comefrom a simple gestureto head intoa lighthouse’sbold, oncoming rays. You’ve mistooklove for tyrannyto be devotedto…
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Vague words,shortest lived residuecomes crawlingfrom eyes,reenivisioning nothingback to the start. You can’t seewhy ice has gatheredin its clear form. You won’t speakto your broken soulhidden under dust. Your attention,scattered within cold,burning winds,tastes your skin,bites your tongue,drives speechinto corners. It’s where you quake,where you won’t wakefrom your nightmareliving on the inside. A small worldwhere you can…
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An ocean between,tears to be seenplagued through mirrorsthat don’t reflectwhat we want back. In return,for the world,we burn for whatwe can’t describe,without losing touchwith the floor. We’re standingjust to keep standingthis despair,moving throughthickening air,tangled inmatted hair. Stability’s aglowfor seconds,because we knownothing’s meant to last,journeying on,building moreto collapseinto a denof dust. What will we do,while we…
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Caught in a stormfrom our ownmishandling. We’re reviewingour curse,not a blessingfrom Heaven,for weare living a Hellfor losing. The silence,from severingthe stabilityof our wings,brought us here. Other timeswhen we weren’t,we were just dreamingwithout pause,without a causeto implementits worth. Such times,when remembered,grant us an excuseto abandon the present,to push in footprintsthat go backwardsinto a moreforgiving world. A…
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Painstaking numbnesshas carried your torch,has let your tonguetaste bitter air. You comprehendwhere fewestare ever determinedto go, because youdeliver to lifeits frozen trail. Where you treadis on an oceanwithout a lighthouseinside the next mile,nor the one after. What you’ve bandagedis a long storywithout an ending. What you’ve undoneis a life that hangs its ruinlike an ornament.…
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Deprived, into believinga shield carriesyour discolored palette. Sunlight reins insmall specks of hope,telling you to dropwhat you’re holding out. It is your effortto begfor what refuses to beup front with you,to perceive your flawsfor you. No one shouldstand your groundfor you,while you weigh downtheir strength,even as a ghost. It’s another crimefor you to want themto…
