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exisiting in a world where happiness is scarce
makes me far more pessimistic than i’d like
but with you
the sun smiles back
the wind hugs me as i embrace my spirit
when i’d finally given up,
resorting to my complacency as a last hope
there you stand
as majestic as the first bloom
my saving grace
hope returns in the form of an angel
and so does my lust for life.
- opulent-ailurophile
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Alone, in my self-created bubble
Butterfly with battered wings
The air holes almost large
Enough to dream of escape
The silence of the streetlights
Dirty glow, dusty toes
The trash of another time
Echoes down an empty road
Claws and cuticles and the blood
In my mouth, I devour the fear
The salt and sea a fading dream
The stars are all asleep
Within this bubble
That I've blown around
Everything's nearly perfect
There's nothing to hide
Nothing to wipe
No dusk enough to seep into
The glittering panes of this life
I live a silent fairy tale
My dreams enough to keep me warm
No sun dares to intrude
Their blooming shade across my arms.
My only fear
Is if I fall down
Would I be scorched away
For always trying
To endlessly wish
And keep my head in the clouds.
"Here's to the scars that make us who we are, and the mistakes we choose to leave behind.
Here's to everything that aches and everything that breaks.
Here's to you,
and to me,
and to the courage it takes to be alive."
Isabelle F.
The lost would think
A light would help
In their direst need
Aimless in a cave
Thinking a spark
A lamp, a lantern
Would showcase
Help, would show
At least, a path, a way
Then the light is cast
Found from dead sticks
Detritus, and rocks
Hewn and bloody
From your own handywork
Only to be shown that
You are trapped in a chasm
Deep, unscalable, the light
Illuminating hopeless dread
There you are, lit, standing
Losing faith on being
Shaded by a freeing sky
From that moment hence
Inevitably trapped there.
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Starting Monday, I’ll be bringing the prompts back. I’m going to do it a little different this time. I’ll give you the first line of a poem and you can take it from there. Let’s write some good shit while we’re stuck at home.
Glares Into Abysm
Bloodshot eyes Ever-present From the stares Into otiose pasts
wpm
If I were to look through the pages,
Of any history book
Or any recollection
Separated from the here and now,
I would find the same story as the one I'm living.
/
Heartbreak is human nature
But it doesn't make it hurt any less
Nor does it smooth the edges of the world
Which I know now to be sharp and unrelenting
/
Maybe in some distant day
I will feel less alone
Knowing that this is just one cycle of many
That repeats, unrelenting
