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  • crogers180 8h

    Too Far Gone

    The aroma starts the pricking of memory.
    Burn in my belly and rush to my head.
    Falling for the lie of the high heard time
    And time again...running to the rhythm
    Of oblivion's melody. Tripping, and slipping,
    Sliding faster and further into the land
    Of obscurity. Don't look too long for me.
    For, I won't be long - rather too far gone.
    And those prickly memories will scatter
    In the wake of vanished years. As the
    Bottle in my hand begins to shake...
    Mixing this elixir of poison and tears.

    ©crogers180

  • crogers180 1d

    I never feel more alive
    than when my heart is bleeding out
    all over the benevolence of
    poetry's provenance.

    ©crogers180

  • crogers180 2d

    Ok, just working through some stuff. Abuse is never ok. Never!
    Love and healing, my friends ��

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    Almost

    He almost killed me,
    And I almost cried.
    Watching from the
    Other side ~ it wasn't
    Me, I'm almost sure.
    Slammed into the
    Kitchen floor ~ intense
    Pain I couldn't feel,
    Until concussion made
    It real. No, it wasn't
    Me, I'm almost sure.
    How could I have
    Been a fool, so in love,
    When love was cruel?!
    I almost cried.
    I would have cried.
    But, it wasn't me.
    It wasn't me, it wasn't
    Me who almost died.

    ©crogers180

  • crogers180 3d

    ~ ️ ~

    you don't have to like me.
    you don't have to accept me.
    i don't expect to take up
    room in your thoughts -
    but I hope I do. I hope,
    that if not for always, then
    maybe just for now, there's a
    flower, or a heart, or a sun
    that I could color in the
    book of your life. No,
    you don't have to need me.
    you don't have to want me.
    you don't have to love me -
    but, I hope you do.

    ©crogers180

  • crogers180 1w

    I breathe, wait, and hope.
    And again I breathe.
    And again I wait.
    And again I hope...

    And, in doing so, I find
    Enough solace in the madness
    To get me through one more day,
    One more hour,
    One more minute of grappling
    With this tortured mind.

    ©crogers180

  • crogers180 1w

    The Reaper

    I didn't know he came for us all.
    Each one of us, everyone ~
    I do know. For tonight he left
    A calling card. And it left me
    Shook with a fear just shy of panic.
    Cold, and hollow, as if every
    Color had been drained from
    The living, with a swiftness of
    Sorrow impossible to avoid.

    I didn't know he came for us all.
    I do. But, I don't want to.
    I don't want this appaling awareness.
    If only for a moment, could
    Ignorance be bliss? Could I sleep
    To the sound of an infant's breath,
    And wake, having escaped the
    Aquaintance of his filthy greedy
    Hands?

    ©crogers180

  • crogers180 1w

    Maybe I wasn't born to be a dreamer.
    To don a fancy hat and set the world
    On fire ~ to achieve some tasty,
    Satisfying portion of success.
    Maybe the best I could ever do is
    Make a promise to not give up on myself.

    ©crogers180

  • crogers180 2w

    Pause

    Don't end, when starting over is an option.
    Pause, breathe, search your heart for
    What it needs. For, that is always its desire.
    To listen to your thoughts, so often
    Leads to a place of regret. You'll find it
    Crowded, but awfully lonely. So pause,
    Don't stop, when it gets hard. And it will.
    Whatever it is that wakes you each morning,
    And lays you to sleep each night. For, you
    May miss out on your greatest breakthrough.
    We are the students of life, let's not forget.
    The answer will come in its own time,
    In its own way. Pay attention, step back,
    And find your passion's plan.
    Your destiny isn't going anywhere without
    You.

    ©crogers180

  • crogers180 2w

    @writersnetwork appreciate the kind repost!

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    Holocaust Remembrance

    When the nations rage in a blazing roar,
    Borrowed flames from the god of war,
    Sweep across the land by the hand of hate.
    Depression, like dust, lines the floor.
    Heavy boots of soldiers kick up in haste
    To usher pilgrims through the colossal gates.
    Hollow eyes, in an eerie way, reflect evil.
    There's no other way to say it, no other words.
    It's in the eyes where despair is found.
    Inflicted hopelessness casts down what once
    Was so bright, so full of life... extinguished,
    Seemingly on a whim. No time to dim the fury.
    Empty classrooms, empty homes,
    Empty streets where purpose roamed...
    The raging ends. But, not before hope begins.
    For, love will always follow hate,
    And good will always conquer bad.
    The ghosts we see are lessons taught.
    Look and see what naught shall ever be again.

    ©crogers180

  • crogers180 2w

    @miraquill Appreciate you choosing this piece for EC.

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    Grotesque Question Marks

    Another friend has gone too soon.
    Number on the list of Covid casualties.
    Where's the travesty? Humanity deserves
    More, but demands less, and that's
    Our society, I guess. Can't muster up the
    Outrage for the sake of serenity.
    Wisdom has dressed up in his finest suit
    And headed for the Judas tree.
    Coward, can't see that we need to make
    Sense of this. Please come back
    And clothe our wretched nakedness.
    Another father, another sister, brother...
    Such a tragedy. Why does that sound so
    Meaningless? Why does that not terrify
    Us, enrage us? Is the big ball winding down
    And we're just waiting to be found
    Good and faithful by our maker?
    Sighing at the bedside of the dying.
    It's in our house. It's in our yards, our face.
    Beautiful tears tarnished by grotesque
    Question marks. It's cold here in the dark.
    My heart hurts. And I'm tired.
    I'm tired of saying goodbye.

    ©crogers180