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Ripping Me Apart

I’ve realized, lately
I don’t want to be seen,
I live in the darkness
Hide behind a screen.

Whatever virus appeared 
Attached itself to my heart,
It hasn’t left since
And it’s ripping me apart.

Because heaven descended 
And took them from me,
Just as I thought
I was finally free.

Funeral after funeral
They came and they went,
Till all of me was shattered
and battered and

Categories: ripping, deep, depression, emotions, grief,
Form: Quatrain

'And How Does That Make You Feel?'

The pages meet my fingertips again
Tenderly guiding the ink, as if it were rotten bile
Channelling all away

To minimal change of my world
The illusory script does not function
To the disappointment of myself and the happiness of others
And again to my bewilderment.
The room spins even though.

A dumb look washes over my face or it must have
Reality pixelates

Categories: ripping, angst, anxiety, hurt,
Form: Free verse

Ripping My Sanity

Ripping my sanity   

Here in the pit of a sanctified cavern
Darkness invades every pore of my soul
Grasping at walls made of stone, cut and jagged
Tearing my flesh as my fingers inscroll
Carving a poem of granite intentions
Phrases of love fall as dust to the floor
Evidence trailing in breaths hardly reasoned
Nothing to rhyme as I

Categories: ripping, dark, lost, poetry,
Form: Rhyme

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Ripping

I rip and chew at my edges
Trying to eradicate 
Placate
Eleviate
My pain
The anxiety 
The part of me that threatens to freeze 
My mental disease
The part I hope no one sees
The inner demons I wish to appease 

The tattoos that your artistry 
Injected
Under my skin
With invisible ink
Yet I feel it there with the words I think
As I

Categories: ripping, angst, judgement, mental illness,
Form: I do not know?

Ripping Light Bare

Beneath the hum of porch light
You caress my fragrant skin,
While these eyes undress a gaze 
Deepening breaths to ignite.

As we move like moistened curves,
From a heated rendezvous
I become a flamed woman…
A rhythm of dusk immersed.

And a thousand moths quiver
Glowing on open window
Of porch light’s swelling cave…
Ripping my moth-flesh bare.

Upon the grass, lips create
One prayer wafting

Categories: ripping, longing, passion,
Form: Rhyme

The Ripping

You ripped me 
One word at a time
Shredded my smile
Pulled at my sensitivity
I was never strong enough 
To pull back my paper heart

You took the pieces of me
Arranged them in your perfect order
I prayed for the wind to come
Hoping I would be carried away
Flutter to a new more loving home
Instead, I endured your paper cuts

Categories: ripping, abuse, addiction, anger, angst,
Form: Free verse

Within the Ripping Soul

Within A ripping Soul
A feeling of loss in lore
Amidst the web of the whirling wind
On the eyes of the earth
Amidst the whirling wave
On the eyes of the seas

A soul emerging to grab
The edges of the complex world
It is growing and living in
To capture its entirety

The more it attempts
The more complex the word seems
That the ripping

Categories: ripping, imagination,
Form: Free verse

Ripping Apart At the Seams and Hopeful Dreams

Let me pretend 
Let me close my eyes and remember that this is a dream 
One more lie to help mend a ripping seam
Just one more moment I can forget how much my heart bleeds 
One more love that is less then what it seems 
Dear pain, the pain of dreaming, the pain of being
My

Categories: ripping, loss, lost love, uplifting,
Form: ABC

Ripping Reality

Forever trapped, can't break free, I need out, let me be

Drops of falling fear, bursting into puddles of courage
Rivers run with oil, painting earth's mighty image

The sun finally warming me with memories of old friends
I'll follow them anywhere if my heart intends

Rise above the clouds, chasing the not-so-silly dreams
No way to tell real from fake,

Categories: ripping, confusion, hope, imagination, inspirational,
Form: Free verse

Ripping Christ

Holier than thou,
sacred as a cow
  anointed with margarine spread;
a Sunday to rest,
some socks and a vest
  and a penchant for laying in bed.
Sicker than sick
and thicker than thick,
  drugged with a heroin chic,
bright light beams down
through a crack in the crown,
  spearing a spoon-bending freak.
Speak unto thee,
the voice of a

Categories: ripping, allegory, history, social, time,
Form: Verse