Desperation Poems
maybe the only way to find out is death
by Mackenzie Bilz
What do I do?
I feel like everything just keeps going wrong.
Things get worse and worse and never improve.
Every time I see the light, I can never reach it.
What do I do?
Hope is there.
Just at the edge of my fingers.
At the tip of my tongue.
It’s under my nose.
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paper cranes
by Kris Reynolds
The cranes are all I have, my constant companions
I can’t stop folding them, even my hand is
Shaking at the thought of being abandoned.
My Eve was repeating and it made me feel sick
I was doing this on purpose, all for some kick?
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Crying loudly in silence
by Big Blob
Empty thoughts, empty feelings
Wilted roses and broken vases
Silent rage, fear and anguish
Toss me and turn me ,
in every direction
Do as you please , ravage
my tormented spirit
But my life I plead with you
To spare me
Though it is not my own....
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Well of Misery
by Sameen Shakya
Many make pilgrimage here, wishes in tow,
And the number of coins at the bottom
Could make a poor man rich, but little do they know
This is not that sort of well. A rotten
God has made its home here. Each wish
Corrupts, doubles the pain that the wisher
Has sought to wish away. But this twist
Never seems to become a clear picture
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What's a man when all the wars are over?
by Bogdan Dragos
he watches the rain like
it's alive
but he feels less alive himself
behind him
the house turns dark
its last light going off
don't turn back
don't look back
keep going ahead
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maybe the only way to find out is death
by Mackenzie Bilz
What do I do?
I feel like everything just keeps going wrong.
Things get worse and worse and never improve.
Every time I see the light, I can never reach it.
What do I do?
Hope is there.
Just at the edge of my fingers.
At the tip of my tongue.
It’s under my nose.
......
Suspended End
by Romina Espinoza
Old world, new skin, left uncontrolled
The body I’m in, hung out in the cold
And when it comes, comes closing in
I’ll just be skin, oh skin and bone
I’ll push everyone away when I’m angry inside
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Well of Misery
by Sameen Shakya
Many make pilgrimage here, wishes in tow,
And the number of coins at the bottom
Could make a poor man rich, but little do they know
This is not that sort of well. A rotten
God has made its home here. Each wish
Corrupts, doubles the pain that the wisher
Has sought to wish away. But this twist
Never seems to become a clear picture
......
paper cranes
by Kris Reynolds
The cranes are all I have, my constant companions
I can’t stop folding them, even my hand is
Shaking at the thought of being abandoned.
My Eve was repeating and it made me feel sick
I was doing this on purpose, all for some kick?
......
Here I Am
by Russ Wilbury
Here I am standing alone under a curtain of rain.
(water dripping down my fingers;
they ask me, and I want to linger.)
Here I am shouting into the wind.
(snatches away my voice
as easily at it took our brothers' choice.)
Here I am preaching to a crowd of faithless and singing to a crowd of the deaf.
(what does it matter that they cannot hear?
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