The sun, golden, flowed down the world,
Beams, glowing, bent and curled.
The oceans gleamed, brilliantly blue,
That sparkling, twinkling, cerulean hue.
It filled my mind, my purblind sight;
I saw it, felt it, every night...
But my eyes opened and light streamed in;
My sunshine gone until night again.
Lately though, it won't rise for me,
My dreams give way to reverie.
It's gone now, nevermore to be,
So live on, dear, in poetry.

Written by [Mortified Penguin]

Every word you've ever spoken
Turned out to be a lie
Every memory,
I'm choking on,
Trying not to cry.
I'm trying hard to hate you,
Tune out the pain I feel,
But it just keeps coming back to me,
How much I love you still.

Written by [MyAlterEgo]

One, beautifully romantic effigy...
How thus it becomes such a collapse,
Collapsing within its own possessive will...

Even if the desire might be much greater,
Simpler than the want, you continue to pursue...
Seething a sharp thorn with faith the size of trolls...

You've already hypothesized that with such a...
Beauty, a thorn... It relinquishes hope,
The non-living and deceased.

Yet, with the weapon,
Is your effigy,
An aggregating synthesis of hurtful poppy...
With its excrement still such a fragrant,
Calm... Subtle sweep of air...

Like the blood of dragons,
Lengthening across continents composed of flames...
Fleshy abysmal spawns erratically versing,
Opposing the same and other...

Keepsake, your thorn...

Keepsake, your effigy.

Written by [Galax'Or]

I am walking home, and I am aching.

Nothing ever gets more resilient,

I just grow used to the pain.

It’s the same thing every day.

And every day. And every day.

I am tired.

Tired of the repetition of my steps

As I am stuck in this rut.

Stuck in this wicked groove. 

I am tired.

Tired of fighting.

So I will cede to my throes,

And give in to their wake.

Written by [Deus Ex Taco]