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@blotched-poems
Torn between love and hate
Unhealed wounds of his reality,
My heart is in a debate
Haunted by monsters of infidelity.
Bottled and broken,
I am still suffering in pain.
Cause the only thing beaten,
Is the heart we shared in vain.
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@inkstay July prompt#6
you’re no one (in particular)
A lost song With a bad Writing habit. Too wasted For truth Still prone To wrongdoing. Residing inside His mind too Often to resign From himself Yet consigned In refining Chronic truisms Always breaking Down the old With falsehoods Left up in the air For redesigning.
From THE POEMS OF YOSA BUSON
{Schopenhauer}
There’s a hundred plain faces
seeming lost in nothing
The back-alley Lutherans
file languidly to their cars
The laughter of recess
scoring the background
Here I am
Naked in thought
& clothed in confusion
Another evening
blends into itself
& becomes the Night
Cold desert crime
acted out by shy inbreds
& a family gang
If someone made god,
what can we make of ourselves
What stories will they say
when you’re almost forgotten about
Tender golden years
spent on a quiet farm
w/ a loyal dog
(The last harvest)
Rambling patrons
Voyeurism
The hills of South Dakota
Caravan of nomads
at dusk
Children & their concept
of Jesus
Contemplation
in the shade
of August
**************
BWB
Nightmares & lucid fantasies
Dreams that replay adolescence
A mother’s warmth
Brothel-stench of open sores
The passing of summer
Hitler in grade school
Dead dogs
& first valentines
Chocolate milk
& copulation
Coping mechanisms
& classic sitcoms
Girls of the county fair
Buxom teachers
Bloated cattle
& piles of swine
Quaint strangers
catching a matinee
Prayers of America
Carnival-children
of the Midwest
working token games
Amphetamine mannerisms
& toothless smiles
Malt liquor
& petty vandalism
Cheap cigarettes
from the reservation
(Gypsy Americana)
Accident off the HWY
Simple folk w/
thousand-yard stares
& rural vernaculars
A victim of my past
Ignoring memories
until I recoil
in amazed horror
Forgive the future
& forget your sins
Sultry women
in dimly lit bars
The psychology of comedy
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bwb
I use my mind
and get intoxicated on the possibility of us
us, together, one, not two
Ah, your eyes, too beautiful
your voice ringing in my ears, too good
your lips right here on mine..
(you are a poison too irresistible)
I do not know when to stop drinking
I do not want to stop drinking
and soon I puke poems about you
with shaky hands, heavy eyes
and an overflowing brain
Every night
I wring my heart in hopes of getting you out
yet all I get is pages and pages and pages
soaked in ink and heartache and want..
-Nidhi Bhasin
'Maybe when I am old and gray,
I'll remeber to forget you.
So when they ask me
What went wrong,
I'll say I never knew.' ©
Ps. Sorry for the typo in the image. Remeber= Remember 😬
I see you’re here again.
You do understand the reason we lost touch is because you decided to just pretend.
I use to really enjoy you, but now it seems like the spiraling never seems to end.
You have so much potential, where did it all go my friend?
I see you’re here again.
Asking for money from someone who can’t really afford to lend.
Manipulation at its finest, anything for that next fix just to be momentarily content.
When will these habits be put to rest?
All your sorry’s have been spent, what has happened to you my friend?
I see you’re here again.
There’s no use anymore in trying to pretend;
Haven’t you noticed yet, I am your only friend?
The river runs deep, leading you to become complacent and full of resentment.
Taking this and drinking that, an addict/alcoholics way to self medicate just trying to forget because anytime others see you, it’s just...
“Oh, here we go again.”
I see you’re here again.
This will be the last time, I took a moment to realize that my only friend has been my reflection through out my entire addiction.
Leaving only a path of destruction.
Listening to you never was good in the end, you were never my friend.
I hope I never see you again as I stop and take a look at my reflection.
I hope no one ever sees you again with your deception.
I hope there still is time for redemption, I’m ready to find the solution.
Signed-
Those Meaningful Words.
The volcanic eruption of love
appears soft, malleable,
and is indeed red, hot and beautiful.
But its main purpose,
as it cements,
is growth,
nothing else.
I try not to
think about it so much
but
somewhere in me
are dreams of us
dancing silly in classy clothes
you giving me a purple flower
walking talking on the road
kissing and crying under the sheets
getting married and having kids,
sitting together at 80 and thinking
how we still love and live
like we always did.
- you gave me a lavender flower in my dream last night
At times,feeling lost is acceptable,getting lost is not.
don't be silly
*a strong plea for life
don't be silly
facts are facts
like sunrise and sunset
the ever ruling darkness in wintertime
followed by abundant blossoming
Yes-i know
of course you may have your doubts
feel depressed
drown yourself in self pity and sorrow
but you buy nothing for it
but less time to enjoy
all things life can offer you
and love?
if nothing else can do it
do you put that down as well
turning yourself into
a helpless creatures ready to be abused
by those in trouble with themselves?
don't be silly!
you can do better than that!
*
wachtuiltje 2020🗿
My soul scraped
standing on the beach
shouting loud louder loudest
come on now whales!
but no , what do I get?
a rusty oiltanker
once again
my soul is scraped
*
wachtuiltje 2020🗿
Some will
judge you for
wearing your
tears on
your hands.
It doesn't matter.
Your life is too
full for them
to fit, anyway.
Let out your
sadness and
anyone worth
staying will
place seeds where
the tears fall.
As regards our love
'as regards our love'...
she stammers
unsure looking around
as if expecting help from somewhere
support for whispered words
but all remains silent
the clouds hasty as always
the trees friendly onlookers
but of no use
to help her saying these words
with a firm voice
'love' she repeats with a sigh
what a tender word!
and though she looks
almost silly
curling her lips
I do what she doesnot
dare to ask
and kiss her
*
wachtuiltje 2020🗿
