Mystery Angst Poems

Angels are unable to handle 
these 'Sylvia Plath' sorrows,
hiding their halos -
mute to my concerns.

Love has abandoned me,
left me to decay in an open grave,
where...

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You can't have tomorrow,
Until you've had today.

But stay strong and tomorrow,
The pain might go away.

Yesterdday has been and gone into distant history,
Just live for today,
Tomorrow...

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Our Stolen Days

The given days we take,
Childlike, heedless of consequence.
We swallow them as our due,
Our entitled share of happiness
Or, at least, consideration of the stake
Each...

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Written: January 21, 2024
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Its lack...

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Snow's mysteries withheld in a caress cloud sky— 
For only she knows her swirling mimes fear melt;
Mercury rigid, cold— night child feels no breath;
Surely there's...

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Shatter me
 The aching, hollow pain that carves out the very essence of my heart burns through my veins, filling this fleshy vessel of mine
...

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They take that patient on that trolley.
Echoes bounce from that corridor,
from talk, from footsteps, from that wall -
and from that misery.

That misery is a mystery
for...

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My sorrow has reached its pinnacle
My opinion described as cynical 
Flowing from deepest regret
All the way to try to forget
Why this condition came to be
I...

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Three breaths away -
His cloak floats
Dark, luminous
A cold wind wraps around me

Precious water,
Dripping in mirth
A song chills my bones,
Familiarity rings in my femur bones

The sacred...

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Away from the noise of that traveled one,
and let them make time with that nature map.
It seems challenging yet in the long run,
if they target...

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She's an eclipsed daughter, satanic stars slaughter, 

as smoked skulls scream powers, dead enchantress flowers....

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Cold feet weigh the bantam kid whose ears seized phantom
wail risk-taker jargon of win-or-lose bargain....

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"Before a leaf-bud has burst, its whole life acts; in the full-blown flower there is no more, in the leafless root there is no less"...

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Sometimes my soul 
resembles distant horizons, 
like burning stars 
abandoned between
  dusk and dawn.

When the 
     sky hangs 
as heavy...

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If a single star, is a brief delay
For a ship too far, in a far-fetched way
Then a full-flung fling, on a fateful fly
Is a hull-hung...

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