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Getting dumped
shouldn’t feel like shattering,
but it did.
It cracked something deep,
a place already bruised
by months of breaking silently.
And you knew.
God, you knew.
You knew about the storms I’d weathered,
the weight I was carrying quietly,
the wounds I never wanted to reopen—
but you pried them wide
in a matter of seconds
and called it closure.
You broke me
with a smirk,
like it was nothing.
Then you turned on my best friend,
twisted the one connection I still had
until I was left
with empty air
and a hollow kind of silence
that not even crying could fill.
Two days.
That’s all it took
to lose everyone I trusted.
How did I let it happen?
How did I hand over the hammer
and thank you
for building me up
only to watch you
smash it all down?
I spent a week
sitting in corners,
faking smiles,
relearning how to introduce myself.
It was just me
and the comfort of quiet pages—
books that didn’t ask me to pretend.
Introverted.
Short-tempered.
Scared.
Trying to grow
while everything around me
was crumbling.
And when I finally tried
to explain the weight I carried,
you laughed.
You laughed.
As if mental health was a punchline.
As if trauma was a dare.
As if suicide
was something to joke about
just to see me flinch.
You mocked pain
like it was entertainment.
You turned my brokenness
into a weapon
and aimed it at me every chance you got.
And still,
I stayed.
I let it slide.
Until I didn’t.
Because even if you never saw my worth—
I finally did.
And maybe I should thank you.
Because your leaving
was the beginning
of me finding myself.
You dumped me—
and I dug myself out.
I made new friends.
Laughed real laughs.
Spoke softer,
not because I was weak,
but because I had nothing left to prove
to people who only wanted
to see me fall.
You don’t get to own
what I become.
But I’ll give you this—
you lit the match.
And now I’m fire.
I've stolen your fate as a trophy I own
Its blood dripping another stain on my throne
To me you are nothing but something to kill
To beg for a reason my hate I fulfill
The pain I'll inflict with cold vibrant glee
Comes without cost to my conscience for me
This dung lit world where rage finds its thirst
A shadowy figure to every life I curse
In hell I find comfort, its filth and stench I know
To rip away each vein from your heart, before I go
Your gurgling cauldron of breath I will steal
To fill my chalice with pain, to you I'll reveal
This need to release such a terrible scorn
It flows so cold, my hatred for ever being born
1/7/17 contest You Say You want a Revolution
In the dim-lit corners of forgotten bars,
Where smoke dances with fallen stars,
I nurse my whiskey, neat and strong,
Lost in a world gone wrong.
The jukebox hums a melancholy tune,
As I drown my sorrows, glass by glass, noon to noon.
The neon lights flicker, casting shadows on my face,
A weary poet, seeking solace in this desolate space.
The air is thick with tales of broken dreams,
As I sip my whiskey, drowning in their streams.
But amidst the darkness, I find a spark,
A glimmer of hope in this melancholic arc.
For in these dim-lit corners, where silence speaks,
The truth of the human spirit silently leaks.
I pen my verses, like whispers in the night,
Finding solace in words that ignite.
In this forgotten bar, where time stands still,
I weave my tales, with a poet's skill.
With each line, I find my voice anew,
Creating a world that is wholly true.
In the dim-lit corners, I am not alone,
For the forgotten souls find solace in this zone.
We come together, broken and scarred,
In this sanctuary, where our stories are marred.
In the haze of whiskey and fallen stars,
We find solace, healing our invisible scars.
In this dim-lit haven, we cannot be wrong,
For poetry is where we truly belong.
“Broken Brights Lit the Light”
Broken brights
lit the light
watches
through
the eyes
observing
pain waiting for
future to arrive
trapped
between the cracks
somewhere
on the outside
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Reclaim Your Heart” / Daniel Johns
https://youtu.be/YEf77wp_jKE
"Future Never" (Full Album), Daniel Johns
https://youtu.be/YOB_AkYS4O8
"Diorama" (Full Album), Silverchair
https://youtu.be/jTYi5a7ga9M
LYRICS/ “Reclaim Your Heart”, Daniel Johns
https://genius.com/Daniel-johns-reclaim-your-heart-lyrics
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becomes thuh recognize'd "poetic form") thuh creator uv
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yet, az i've mention'd; "esta es una bendición de Yahweh",
therefore, expand this poetic form uv think if yourn pleazez
with your title...let edvard know though;
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much love ,)
Over blistering coats of grey
The stars close their eyes and look away
During days they turn off their lights
While grey blends with the nights
Above this dark, well-trodden dirt
Their weary eyes remain alert
The few bright, sparkling eyes
Soon will learn to cut their ties
Nature’s ripped, bloodied sash
Loosely hangs under coats of ash
Her knotted tangled hair
Droops beneath a sorrowed stare
In her home it’s out of place
A stubborn smile still grips her face
‘Cause in this tainted, twisted earth
The roots of beauty are given birth
All good things left unsaid
The bodies, bones and dead
Just make this green shine so bright
It brings the day and breaks the night
And under blistering coats of grey
Nature’s touch is here to stay
1.Darkness lit
A jot of light
Glistering is…
Rays of light
Over-coming darkness sight
Blinded by the light…
2. Always.
Shows that they really are.
Honest with you when it matters most
Yet tears goes unflustered
Substances sticking together
No matter what there…
Never hurtful, always forgiving
True friend is not only honest bout themselves, but they are also honest about you
Never boastful thriving to be fulfilling
In happiness and sadness
Always, always got each other’s back with gladness
Deceive you no not
First Revelation In Every Notion Dependant-dependable
3. How can you hate someone and its dark?
Open up your hearts eyes and see the light;
A friend is an enemy whose blindly sees;
Open you’re embracing hands and arms can lead;
So when that hated forgiven enemy;
Becomes a friend so endearing;
Thank God for the light
For He’s righteous
Only He in your heart can turn the darkness into light
Only your true friend was your enemies turn right;
12/18/19
For You've Got Style Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
What purple back- lit song is this?
What Larkin Swift upon the white tossed cloud and light?
What yellow dawn awash in corn sweetness?
………………….. are your lips upon mine
And still I turn away
….more human than human
The softest glow of silvered night is quick within
The dampness of dewed forest dirt wafts and wanders in my nostrils
caresses my cheeks
and crystal-ed light …the ever crystal light that falls
for the “only” me
from the gray heather-ed sky
between trees and lifting…lilting leaves
....greener than it is possible for them to be
Over and over ………………….to pick oneself up after ALL the falls
Pain of body, bone and the everlasting melancholy
Our bones…my bones…the bones of it
A cavern of shell… structure of dust…gift of God…searing wonder of one’s own
to have to leave on a journey so unknowable it merges moments
…….in our flaxen seas
single seconds evolve into massive planets with Quazarian landscapes
Gladiator galaxies swirling in Titan Universes
Implode again
becoming a single blooming fuchsia flower
…in which we are inexplicably, acutely, astoundingly
alive and alone again in our singular perfection
Looking for inspiration
while treading a deserted moonlit road;
would some intuition
help as this body shivers with the cold?
Fear seems illogical and distant,
who can harm me under God's glance...
when He moves on noiseless current,
making all the scintillating fireflies dance?
Peace is needed when one is treading
a moonlit road often rode down by wild horses...
an unusual noise can be a fragile branch breaking
and falling upon a pretty garden of spring roses!
I also frequent this road trod by many travelers,
it leads to a sanctuary that was built for Christ;
smell the candles burning on the altar covered by dust...
even outlaws kneel down to Him and ask for forgiveness!
Oh, how I swoon
in the ruby bliss of your sunset kiss -
your vibrant rays of maturity arouses my fire;
touching me with urgent rapture,
saturating me in sparkles of champagne light, then,
streaming through me in bold shafts of gold.
We embrace
in the broadening bloom of lantana skies -
our burning blend;
your western blaze my prismatic panes
telling biblical stories of love and pain,
bestowing rainbows into depths of dark -
our fervor cast like water-colored sprites
in far-flung illuminations
across dusky medieval arches
enlightening dim granite walls
gracing graceful curves and conscientious columns
in jewel-shades waltzing with your solar pulse.
Our vivacious union reflects our Gothic romance
in mirrored mirages dyeing the staid floor
with painted riches that richly rejoice
in plashes of splashy
orgies of light and glory
the appetite of holy ambiance whet
by warm and cool tones
pregnant with passions of the heart
and imbued with torments and ecstasies
of the soul -
cleaving humanity and divinity
in flaring flair; emerald, sapphire, citrine and garnet,
amid our spellbinding moments
of tantric twilight magic.
Our synergy electrifies
the night-falling quietude of this sacred space
before our enchanted euphoria
begins to wane… and as your dying flame
gives way to the rise of the shy crescent moon
I lose my orgasmic zest
to the evening’s ebon hue.