(Where are we going?)

(Just for a ride somewhere.)

The lights turned off, the AC was on,

cold air and your burning touch.

(Is this your home?) (Yeah, come in.)

Guided to your room, sat on your bed,

my lips dry and my eyes widen.

(I don't want to do that.)

(Don't worry, we're not going to.) You stand there tall. You make me kneel,

what a king, Lucifer itself.

(It hurts...)

(It's normal, don't worry.)

Head pressed to the pillow,

hold the tears in their place.

(Is it better now?)

(No, it hurts.)

Try not to move or even breathe, and be careful to relax your legs.

It's gonna be over before you even notice.

So how come you've been in the room for so many hours?

(I like it now.)

(See, I told you. You're gonna like it.)

A lie that turned into the truth.

Cover my mouth so I can scream.

If it's pain or pleasure, I go through

the white pill I swallow.

All those moments, I felt shallow.

(Can we do it again?)

(Of course)

and again

I want your fire in my lungs.

I want your skin pressed against mine.

Your murmurs in my ear,

and your love felt mine in those moments.

(Stop it. I can't.)

(Okay.)

Redness on my skin, something bruised,

my cheeks burning and my legs aching,

hair pulled and makeup ruined.

And somehow with all this...

I miss doing it again,

a sinner missing the flames of hell.

Oh Lucifer, I want to be burned again.

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Quiet.
The birds are speaking.

Their whispers carried by the evergreens’ breeze.

Can you hear them?
Whispering away—

Waking pines from slumber.

Listen.
They are speaking to you.

Humming dawn into your dreams.

Can you hear them?
Whispering away—

As the morning learns to breathe.

Quiet.
The birds are speaking.

1
2

If only I had one more second
I would tell you that I love you and squeeze your hand.

If only I had one more minute
I'd hold you close and wish the moment had no end.

If only I had one more hour
I'd listen to your stories and remember every word.

If only I had one more day
I'd spend it making memories that would never fade away.

If only I had one more week
I would spend all my time with you, just to speak.

If only I had one more month
I'd fill each day with laughter, love and all the things we'd done.

If only I had one more year
I'd treasure every moment and hold you ever near.

If only I had one more lifetime
I'd choose to spend it all with you, time after time.

But seconds turn to minutes,
And hours turn to days,
And time is never promised,
No matter how much we pray.

And though I cannot have you back,
Or change the way things are,
I'll carry you within my heart,
No matter how near or far.

If only I had one more moment,
There's just one thing I'd do,
I'd hold you close, look in your eyes,
And say, "I love you."

If only...

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9 days apart and I’ve forgotten to feed your fish.
Silver coffee beans electrified in water
flakes falling from my palm’s fishing line
into their open mouths.
 
I got a hand reading done yesterday
and they told me not to wish
upon the first golden eye of dusk’s
turn in this rhyme-
you once taught me
/ insert degrees of separation /
as if I were so bright…
-but they didn’t speak of comets.
I saw one and uttered your name,
asking you to not die in New York City.
 
You’re under a foreign sun now and
it’ll shoot right past ya.
After a blink, so they say, Miss will follow time.
Or to put it plain; ‘Blink and you’ll miss her’
I wish the people with her now blinked (I’ll throw pepper at them)
Squint.
‘Till the mirage of her
arms wrap around me and this time there’s no reason for it.
But I’ve had my eyes shut for a while now and a feeble eyelash’s stuck there
right between us and the hard place where I have to let go.
Tell me what’s the reason for it please mum please once more?
 
You’re falling through the sky now and you’ve never dived before
from such a height you’ve always said you’d be too terrified to try
and you’re also in the kitchen cause I own the
places you are with me here in my typing typing hands.
 
Come back now twice written
and let’s rehash a fight.
Under the washing line
streaking a grid amongst that satellite’s
search for some cosmic encore.
Thinking of all the robots sent off
with a push of a human’s hand
and if we’ll ever hold them again.
And I’m doing the dishwasher wrong
and the laundry’s inside out.
Until you’re up and gone
then I’m the woman of this house.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/U8Eq5WlIAs

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I said
there was no cathedral
large enough
to hold us.

So we built one
out of breath,
out of heat,
and skin.

Watched the gilded vessel
swing

left to right,
heaven to hell,

the smoke
clinging to our skin

like holiness
had burned
its way in.

I could feel
the air
getting thin.

Still,
we breathed deeper.

When we spoke
there was hunger.

The kind
that made gluttony
feel insufficient

the way
we devoured.

Everything
laid open
upon the altar.

Knees shaking
beneath the weight
of confession,

prayer pulled
from us

until it bled.

There were things
neither language
could hold.

So you taught me
another

constellations
drawn between us,

sign after sign
repeated back

until I could speak
without translation.

Until your hands
became fluent
where words failed.

Until I stopped
caring
where desire ended

and devotion
began.

You fed me
sacrament

from your own hands.

Then told me
I had taken it wrong.

As though I had
taken a bite
of something forbidden.

As though you
had not placed it
on my tongue.

By the end,
I was standing outside

the very thing
I had once
been summoned into,

listening to you
call my presence
desecration.

The same skin
you had covered
in smoke.

The same mouth
you had taught
to pray.

The same body
you once held
like reverence

suddenly something
to lower your eyes from.

And
that was the most
careless part

not that the ritual ended,

but that you looked at me
as though I had performed it
alone.

As though
the ash in our mouths
belonged only to me.

So I swallowed it.

Every confession
Every decision
Every word
I could no longer return
to its original language.

And somewhere
beneath the anger,

the smoke
is still there.

Caught in my lungs.

Proof
that something burned.

Proof
that once,

you were burning too.

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To you, I am, half seen.
the spectral stepped through.
I ache to exist fully in your wavelength.
diminish those lower frequencies.

The attempt at holding color, left diffracted.
Love me with confusion, words cannot barter to
the pale side of the moon, tidally locked to the living
this looser orbit, blue turned out of view.

The familiar lost, I rend to the expanse.
until captured by the light
the furthest a witnessed remnant
of what's burned, fruition spent.

Passed back to life, the momentum
to look further perpetuates to the particles that
never touch, the lonely existent at all scales.
Where I am most alive, bends out of your range.

You gravitate to the frame's middle complexity.
That place I wonder at, and slide past;
a trajectory always stranger to you.
I leave, our paths divorced.

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The lights are warm and her voice is soft,

Her hands are crooked and twisted as they pass over my own,

The rain starts pouring and splashing and mushing

And then... its quiet

Laughter is frequent and their voices are free,

Their hands welcome mine and give them something to own,

The crowds are always roaring and smashing and pushing

And then... it's quiet

Thinking is cold and the voice is choking,

My hands are crooked and twisted all on their own

The world is soaring and amazing and whooshing

And then... it's never quiet

If there was no twist no creak and nothing bleak

That's a world that has been tempting me

There's colourful visions of music and calming sounds of ink

Its really not much

But if i could... If I could give it to you and her and every beautiful free soul

Would you please take it from me?

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Now that I'm at the end of my journey,
I'd like to say "thanks for my life."
I had a great time in this body,
and often felt things that were nice.

My favourite was walks in the morning,
or maybe the wind on my nose.
I think maybe I just liked everything
from my head to the tips of my toes.

You've held me and loved me and kept me
alive for so many good years.
Though I'm sorry I can't stay forever,
I love you. I'm glad I was here.

(inspired by this picture frame. comments x x)

Love it or hate it, please leave a review.

Signed, The Writer of None, Reader of Few

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Aaaaaaaaaa girl so fair,
with a slight-lack of grace,
and two bunny teeth,
that lit up her whole face.

This girl so fair
had once loved a boy,
the hand in her hair,
who kept her as a toy.

But the boy grew tired
of his toying ship,
and the couple split,
torn at the hip.

The boy went on,
the girl, she wept,
and after she was gone,
the hurt in him just slept.
The boy went on
to lower lows.
The boy went on
to failed highs.

Around this time,
Joy rears her head,
both in name and mood,
eradicating dread.

This girl of bronze
was just like him,
same goals and wants,
same wills and whims.

They rarely talked,
the boy and his better,
and yet in his lust
he began to fester.

His gall rose
over a whole semester,
then it all crashed
at the mention of letters.

L, G, B, T, Q.
Well, there goes the game.
The boy could only stew,
with only himself to blame.

So he went on,
having never cried,
not for the girl so fair,
nor the one he never tried.
The boy went on
to try and reflect.
The boy is me,
my love life, wrecked.

So now
I do not know
if it’s love or only lust,
or whether to stay or go

There’s a new girl now,
and I’ve finally learnt her name,
this lady of class.
I don’t want to mess up
and shatter more glass.

I’m terrified,
petrified,
mortified,
yet stupefied.

I should move on,
but I’m falling instead.
I don’t want to hurt her,
or me, or the boy in my head.
I don't want to hurt her faded red lips
and the name I finally know.
The boy can go without me.
I think I’ll stay, and go slow.

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Never making a poem this long again, and it's ass

There is a stranger in my house.
That looks a lot like me.

It tears my clothes and cuts my shoes
before I get the chance to wear them.

It sits in the corners of my eyes.

It eats my food until the plate is clean.
It leaves me with the mess.

It sleeps in my bed.

It blocks my door
and watches while I dream.

It is tugging at the sheets.

It stands over me
while its fingers rummage through my brain.

It has taken my vocal cords,
laughing as it decides my day.

It eclipses my mirror,
so I can no longer see myself.

I can’t recognize the walls.
Are they familiar to you?

I am a stranger in your house.
Who looks a lot like you.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/cEpEvtnWWT
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I laugh.

I do not know why it comes to be
The facial contortion of which I do not agree,
A pantomimical tyranny of a face that is not me

Oh why, oh why, oh why,

Jestered inflection of such joy I do not conceive,
A prisoner forced to decree 
A state of ornate obscurity

Set me free, set me free, set me free,

Perhaps these words are but a lie,
To live in wake of all these thoughts oh why, oh why.
Rather, toss aside my unsightly veracity,
Give instead, such joyous vanity,
A shallow harmony set upon disconnected sanctity.

Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,

I shall embrace my conformity,
Masquerade my misery, 
In the vibrant light of normality.
I shall fortify this ruseful edifice,
And place upon my head the hollow mask of artifice

Imprison me, imprison me, imprison me,

Forsake my wistful nature for the expression of another.
Incessant glee, a discordant heresy.
Affectations that conceal such unsightly transparency.
Melancholic commotions, grotesque envy,
Replaced are thee.

Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,

These detestly apparitions of my meager soul
I no longer wish to sow
Instead take these threads and bind them ear to ear
Puppeteer a salient smile
Or else it shall appear 

Oh why, oh why, oh why,

In the distance I see it here
This cosmic jest, has set aside my straining ear
The threads have slack and weight I bear
I feel it more, onto despair

I see it clear, I see it clear, I see it clear,

These stifled tears refuse my crafted guise
Left behind, I find no solace in such lies,
And still I try and try again, to no amend
Why must burden become my truth,
Impart on me the ignorance of my youth
But alas I am no greater man
Of which can stop that falling sand
So it must be, that I will go
Onto a land of weary soul
Why must my fate be bound to bone
Why is it that decay may grow?
Of such things I do not know

I laugh. I laugh. I laugh.

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Poems can not be the truths as you haven’t been clear

you can’t just call me a creator then leave me here

if you know better then by all means please steer

for I am boats course whether current or bay

if I had but seen some starlight display

I may have caught fair winds

-and not blown astray-

upended and drowned

a case of the bends

twisted in waves

the scatter

lighting

this

w

a

y  

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In famished depths, I pine upon my bed,

Sweet thoughts of thy most holy meat and bread.

Drift through my mind like a beauty newlywed,

So near yet so far be my true desire

The fridge stands there, nary ten feet away,

Yet here I sprawl in lazy disarray,

Too tired to move, I fall into dismay

My lust a tempest to my course most dire.

O mustard bright! O pickles, crisp and tart!

Thy sumptuous flesh a wonder of art!

Thick cheddar slices beg my lips to part,

Of thy essence never shall I tire.

Ne’er to be surpassed in my inner heart

Thy taste alone doth lift me higher.

Yet what are dreams of bread to limbs of lead?

I bid them rise; they nestle down instead.

My stomach cries; I turn upon my bed,

A martyr to the feast I might acquire.

O cruel ten feet! O vast and bitter sea!

What strength have I to cross the room to thee?

I stretch one hand, then let it fall to me;

Thus dies the brief rebellion of desire.

No lock nor guard denies me bread and cheese,

No dragon waits to bring me to my knees;

Mine only foe, a wish to lie at ease.

Hath conquered all my hunger’s holy fire.

So lie I here, by mine own sloth betrayed,

And mourn the sandwich I have never made.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/YmD1m8OeKv

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/BprumHdhqh

You and I click together
Like a breakaway cat collar

And if you became an outdoor cat
And hanged yourself
On a fence
It would break apart with ease
So you could live to choose
To come home
Or to stray from me

On my collar there are two bells
To discourage me from sneaking up on you
My eyes wide
My back arched
I’ve been known to play
With my prey

When we make love
Will you take it off
Or will I jingle
All the way

Alongside the bells I wear a tag
Shaped like a heart
Engraved with a name
I only come to
When it’s your voice that’s calling

1
2

I sit here in my pants that dont fit.

Because nothing fits someone who doesnt exist.

I am the shape of whoever last hurt me.

Eyes reflecting guns and camo.

Dogtags.

Polished shoes.

And sometimes freckles on pale skin.

There is nothing between my breasts.

Just bone.

And whatever I lost last November.

Nothing has come from me.

Only entered.

Like a sponge never squeezed.

I am full.

And I am heavy.

And I am hurt.

Did you see my expression change last night.

Did you ignore it.

Did you think about it at 3:27am.

There is a magic 8 ball in my brain.

And curdled love in my belly.

Would you love me on a Friday?

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/xYLp5G5UxN

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/2MqnTnqAyr

I feel like you don’t see me the way I see you
Like I’m the bread they bring out while you wait for them to replace your food
I feel like you don’t love me or care for me the same
Cause the way my heart burns for you
It’s a flame I can’t contain
I need you in every way
I wanna learn everything there is to know
And I want to do what I can so I can grow
I need you
And I don’t know what I would do without you
Me without you is like a room with water but no fountain
I need you
And not just the dream you
The you I can hold and cherish
The good you
The bad you
Even the in between you
I need you
But you don’t need me the same
And the love you have for me ain’t even something you claim
But I need you
I want you in every way
And even if you don’t feel the same
I love you any ways

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/hQRqrxRN6E

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/GuFlB6ypWr

What do you know about what’s happened?

They know nothing.
They know nothing.
I know nothing I can say
that will not rip their hearts in two.

I smile gently,
I regret it,
For they haven’t but a clue.

They stare at me,
Softly pleading,
Not to say what I must say.

That their child,
Their dear child,
Their dear innocent sweet child
Will not wake another day.

My own thoughts/feedback to myself:

I have never shared a poem anywhere, I ripped this from brain to page in about one minute and have done zero editing of it and decided to share it so am doing that before I forget or lose steam to do so. I’m not sure if I am required to choose a category so I’m going to choose feedback please. In particular - the part about regretting smiling is because it’s a natural thing we do to relate to people and make them feel at ease, but in this moment, immediately feels like it may have misled the people with regards to what they’re about to be told. If that’s not clear, or if someone thinks there’s a better way to convey that, or any other critique or if you just feel like ripping this apart, feel free I am open to it. :)

Certainly it’s rather simplistic in language and word choice but I think it doesn’t necessarily need more beautiful or expressive words, although I do love those, because of the nature of its content. I also think that in this circumstance, more high brow or descriptive vocabulary may disconnect the poetry’s narrator from the situation and the others in it, or make them seem condescending or downright insufferable. No number of beautiful words can fix or paint over the soul-crushing ugliness of this situation. I think that’s why I naturally gravitated towards more simple words and phrases here.

Alternatively, I am but a simpleton. ¯_(ツ)_/¯

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My mind is a sieve through which memories flow
An ocean of life in which nothing can grow
A sea of blank faces that I ought to know
My body plods on with my spirit in tow

How could I have know that my mind is distinct?
That the masses hold pictures and memories linked?
Yet my consciousness flows through a stream that is kinked
and that which drifts by me is quickly extinct

To know where you've been is to know where you are
and I've know way to guess what may come from afar
If your mind's eye can't grasp the mundane or bizarre
when the storm settles in, you forget there's a star

So, I etch out my pain on this permanent page
to prove I was here, full of pain and of rage
and I set it adrift in a glassy green cage
If I don't, what of this will be left as I age?

My mind is a sieve through which memories flow
Doldrums of existence, just watch as I go
My body plods on with my spirit in tow
Though I hate what I've learned, it's far better to know

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A pungent smell, wrenched my gut bringing back sense.

Darkness an absolute I saw, stone-carved bricks.

I remember, I remember the fall — I remembered two hands pushing to a pit,

Voices chanting to be forgotten.

Hole in the ceiling leaking checkered rays of light,

Walls lacerated, clawed — a canvas painted gradual red.

Broken nails, cracked teeth matted the ground,

Bones lay in a corner staring down the soul.

Then it dawned to me, I'm to be forgotten.

I roared at the rusted, iron-cladded window to the absence.

Voice gave out, gnawing at the wall with broken fingers,

Staining them with blood.

Then I became one with the bones, motionless.

Like sword of a warrior lay in blood to rust, to rot.

Staring at the opening — if there was heaven, it’d be there, I thought.

Then fell another victim to the pit.

I lay with my brethren, loathing,

For him to join and become our kin.

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No, I don't want to update my OS

No, please don't remind me

Not in 3 hours,

Not in a day,

Definitely not at 2 am.

.

I know, the update is free,

I know you have optimized the battery

I know you have fixed some bugs

Yet I don't want the update.

.

Maybe I like the OS especially

when it malfunctions.

The bugs are my pets and peeves

I treat them like my own.

.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/pHl87wqltA

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/GurfHGFoKM

Who are we really?

Fake roses in a glass vase,

Isn't it a little silly?

Cheap plastic; transparent case.

We tried it's true,

We watered polymer 

But I'm pretty through,

And plastic won't grow.

Then things get hot.

I've nothing to show

Melting in passion,

Artificial in fashion.

So I stand and cry.

Why

Your petals are hollow,

That's a lot to swallow.

Can this really die?

It never was alive.

It felt right from distance;

Yet getting closer 

I realize we lack substance.

I stare into elastic eyes;

Looking back you ask,

"Shouldn't we still try?"

Why

There's nothing left,

But melted resin,

Cracked composite,

And a useless vase.

A truth we need to face.

I'm sorry that all I had to give

Was a bouquet of plastic flowers.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/8VjOmipOHp

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A disheveled mercenary took the floor and ignited the gallery;

I move to declare the Chair vacant

His words fell onto the onlookers, worrisome glances making a home run;

Second!

the first aerial attack has begun.

The Gallery grabbed my hips and waltzed with me as my words slurred against the motion.

their bombers dropping their loads as they made their way towards the stage; AYE

Their puppet rose to the podium, dust departing from him as he walked;

he spoke with a jovial tone as together the usurpers and their toy steered their Operation to PBSuccess.

Their greasy palms slid down the agenda, setting the sun at noon -

Objection!

The last bloc battalion sent its Sumner to speak -

onwards they trampled, deaf to his words.

Grand Blanc has fallen.

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Weave my words into hymns

to pied piper me

beyond the edge of the cliff.

.

Close your eyes

while you say my name.

Blinden your sight

under embroidered walls

to the manufactured and fractured realities.

.

In this land I created

hurdle through the perils

I want you to endure

while

hoping

that

I will save you

from my worst.

.

lucky poem

lucky poet

'to pied piper me' and 'blinden your sight' are intentional.

The eyes, the forest are all alike,
but not all are liked.
Some may stay true, many will stay liars,
but it will all be in their desires.

The eyes were forever looking at you,
but not knowing was what made you grue.
The forest was the heart you knew,
but it all will fall by the people with whom you flew.

The world was dark and fantasized about,
but it all will leave no doubt —
that there is something that will know
when, what, and how is known.

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It's not dark enough to need a hand.
Okay. Okay, give it to me.

Are you cold? Your fingers hardly fit
in my gloves.
You have your own, you know.
You shouldn't have insisted.

Yes, an island.
Land surrounded by water. That's why
we cross a bridge
to get here. I-S-L-A-N-D
The S is silent.

Ope! Here they come!
They must not see us
it's too dark here
on the shore.

Do you see how
the water rolls off his back?

No, not from what I can tell.
They don't have ducklings
this time of year.

Do you see how
he's fixing his feathers?

It's called preening. Think of it
like brushing your hair
between your teeth.

Well, you asked what it was.
Okay.
Yeah, but they don't have hairbrushes.

There they go!
Say “goodbye, ducks!”

A dress?
You mean, in the water behind him?
Yeah, I guess.

Maybe I've been looking at it wrong.

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