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Inspired on someone I was close to

3 Three III

Betrayal of the kind
A traitor to the sign
Two souls of the same stream
Separated by the days gone by.

Imaginary depiction
Childhood rendition
Two eyes looking up to tomorrow
Two eyes staring down at the past.

Breaking the bond
Breaching the trust
Two genders united as one
Severed by the knife of morality.

Natural swimmers
Stifled by the shore
Two sides of the same coin
Turned against one another.

Perpetuity cognition
Disowned definition
Two hands reaching for accession
Two hands stretching in affirmation.

Passing waves of time
Extensive intervals and absence of sound
Forming an unsolicited gap
Two pathways turning us from our midway.

Once enemies of conform
Then twins of the cause
When one concluded
The other commenced.

Born under a number
Artistry amplified
Household anarchists
One came to refuse
The other came to comply.

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Alexander Silver

For What It Is (For What It’s Not)

Abide by the law of gravity
Something’s pulling you down
Follow the rules of morality
Not much left taking ground.

We were once one entity
But then scattered all around
Now giving way to a fantasy
For those voicing their sound.

Making sure the tree is growing straight
If the branches are to reach ever further
Make sure that the trunk’s strong, never breaks
If you’re ever to stretch outside these four corners.

Abide to the truth of enmity
Someone’s always on the hound
Follow the eyes of mortality
Not much is left to be found.

We were once in unity
But then fear began to abound
Now giving way to our reality
For those committed to expound.

Making sure that the line’s traced straight
If the diagram is to reach farther regions
Make sure that the pulse’s strong, whatever it takes
If you’re ever to attach amongst these extant adhesions

So what’s you sense of equity?
What’s your real affinity?
To take part, or break apart?
For what it is, for what is not
To show what you have,
Or what you just don’t got?

Written by Stephanie Grey

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Legion

You looked at me at the distance
I just looked back, smiled, nodded and walked away
There was no intent of resistance
Because there was no intent of ever walking your way.

Who told you I was acting difficult?
What made you think that you could run after me?
I’m not a little kid playing catch me
And you’re not one I’d allow into my heart, let alone my bed.

You walked to me, introduced yourself
I listened, smiled and laughed at a few of your jokes
And though the conversation was interesting
I wouldn’t be caught in your net, tied up by your ropes.

Who told you that I needed any rescue?
Who told you could play the part of prince charming?
I’m not a little girl lost in the woods
And you’re not the woodsman, might just be the big bad wolf.

Whatever made you think I was in trouble?
Whatever drove you to gamble a trust of your own?
What makes you think this says anything about my problems?
What makes you think this speaks worlds about my insecurities?

I would believe in fairy tales with you if they didn’t turn into such horror movies
Cause once that shine you wear fades away all that is left is the alarming latency
Every time you come across a girl like me, you look at the list of your names to proclaim
Whatever, whichever that might be today, the monsters inside are the only things that remain certain.

Restoration

Building up the walls of my life
Out from the ashes and the rubble
The ghosts of this fire lurking
Looking to see what they can bring down
I must keep it all locked inside
Before it takes control and I lose it
Shove it all down until it chokes
To kill it even if I end up killing myself as well.

In this upside down parallel world
That we live in
Which defecates on rehabilitation
And every good intention
That pleases itself by watching you fail
That humiliates you if you ever defy
Where the worst actions are congratulated
And the best attempts are frowned upon.

Trying to get the confidence
That I was shunned out of
Trying to understand that
This is a necessary process
Trying to see life with different eyes
Facing situations with a different approach
I don’t want to fall down
in the very same hole
that brought me there in the first place
and trapped me in that wheel of repetition.

I have to force myself
To break the patterns
of expecting the worst outcomes
that set up my defenses blindly
I must allow myself
To forgive and be forgiven
To be healed and be loved
And love unconditionally again.

If I to move forward
I need to find a way
To pacify this hatred and this anger
To shush the voices in my head
Exit all this darkness kept inside
To channel and purify
All this stagnant blackened water
And allow myself to be restored.

Foresight

Glimpses of self-realization
The night before
Was it a glitch of the brain?
Or are we too proud to accept the changes
And try to fix the mistakes?
When everything that crumbles
Becomes a lesson
You start looking for reasons
To break apart
Any structure holding still.

Acted on my animal instincts
Just a beast searching for its prey
Hungry for long
Starving and looking for scraps
Your essence was so warmth
And welcoming and inclusive
And of course the flesh desires it
To consume and be consumed
No lesson here to be learned
Only to realize our human condition.

What to do with the hollow
The broken and the wounded?
But to love them as they should
But no, this self-destruction is active
Always trying to rip apart
The pieces that don’t conform
Anything that doesn’t suit well
Or doesn’t fit within the big picture.

Glow with your light
As dim as you may find it to be
Grow within yourself
Accept the warmth surrounding you
Embrace the light
Reject all the darkness lurking
Be one with yourself
Let peace and love come together
Let it fill you up and restore
All that is dent and malformed
Go back to the original design
Before our nature got corrupted.

Twin poems. Two poems, both start the same but end up differently. By Ryan Lyandree

The Fragmented

You know you want me
You know you need me
And you want and you need
And you go around in circles
Wanting and needing
And not loving yourself
To say “stop”
But me, I’m not here
To tell you this
But to embrace you
To congratulate you
And to say
“Let’s go”
Yes, I will love you
Like no one
Has done before.

Cause my filthy hands
Purify with the touch of your body
So let me please you one more time
Let me be that floor for that gap
Let me be that bridge,
That cornerstone
That pinnacle,
That someone
That somebody
That structure to hold you still
When you feel like your world’s falling.

You know you want this
You know you need this
To disguise the emptiness
With sudden sexual moments
A vehicle to cut through the pain
A conduit to electrify the heart
But I’m more than a spark
And so are you when shining
Embrace the light
Life has given you
Embrace all the passion
The love, the energy
For you are far from being alone
When you have me.

Cause my naughty thoughts
Purify with the touch of your soul
So let me hold you one more time
Let me be the floor for that gap
Let me be that bridge,
That cornerstone
That pinnacle,
That someone
That somebody
That voice to reassure you
That you’re loved and that everything will be okay.

All of nothing
Never settle for less
Either in or out
The exception is when it heat

Allow me to be the one to tell you
How much you’re worth
More than anyone else
Has ever told you before.

The Opportunist

You know you want me
You know you need me
And you want and you need
And you go around in circles
Wanting and needing
And not loving yourself
To say “stop”
Because your body demands it
Because the gap is wide open
Loathe and desire becomes one
Isn’t it sweet when the rest comes in?

We take advantage of this situation occurring
As any other individual in this position would
Who would let go of this golden opportunity?
To apply to as much fuel and fire as one could.

After the carving of the soul
And this heart deforestation
Comes in the endless self-loathe
But I’d be gone for this occasion.

For the next time
I’ll find you here…

You know you want this
You know you need this
To strangle the emptiness
With sudden sexual moments
A vehicle to drive through the pain
A conduit to electrocute your fears
Because your heart rejects it
But your body embraces them
Welcome hidden spirits as such
To sacrifice another non virgin.

We taste of the apple ‘cause the fruit is ripped
As any other fervor longing luster here would
Who would lose the chance to be the opportunist?
When the path is clear to do as much as one could.

After the drilling of the body
And the inner gardening
Comes in the self-discomposure
But that party I won’t be attending.

So, until the next time
I’ll you see then…

Taking advantage of you
As you’re taking advantage of me

You know you want me
You know you need me.

Taking advantage of this
As you’re taking advantage of us.

Because your body demands it
Because the wound is wide open
Loathe and desire becomes one
Isn’t it sweet when the rest comes in?

Nothing here
Nothing there
Feeling fully alive
While being completely dead.

I’ve written a lot of poems lately. This one is dedicated to the people who deserves better from others.

Unfair Disadvantage

The best of us
Given to the ones
Before us
Given to the ones
Who pushed us
Against a wall
And now us
Given no choice
We give less.

You might say it’s okay
But I can see the light of day
It’s not as bright
as it used to be.

To try and make it right
After making it wrong for so long
How can you go back?
How can you restitute trust and honesty?

The ones after this
Will have an unfair disadvantage
The burden of our emotional baggage
Our pseudo love and short string of caring.

What was bent and broken,
How can you go making it okay again?
When the cracks are still visible
And the needle still stings
Is there such a thing as forgiveness?
For one and for others
Is there such a thing as to let go?
And if so if there’s a way
To go back and feel okay again
Without a hint or a reminder
Of how bad it used to it
To consequences of repeating it
The fear and the wall up
Are we ever to believe?
Are we to restitute that trust?
In ourselves and in others.

The ones that come next
Will have an unfair disadvantage
The burden of our emotional baggage
Our pseudo love and short string of caring.