I still dont know how to explain how i felt in that reality Like im drowning into the clouds-those frightened dark clouds. Like that indignant sky wa...Read more
Steven “Blacksacklunch” J. Buchler

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Hate, like a hat, is worn. Love—from us—he'll mourn. Hate, like a shirt, is worn. Peace—from us—he's torn. Hate, like pants, is worn. Humility—f...Read more
Sometimes we face a darkness that lingers in shades... Sometimes we’re trapped among dark souls who leave us lonely. We scream. We cry. We tangle our...Read more
My love, a world away in pain I cannot see, cannot stop, or heal. Lonely in a stranger’s home you try to make your own, in a world so different fro...Read more
Last year, we're the friend But now time to make beautiful bend with tend
She's strong. She's brave. She's everything they're not. She's smart. She's talented. She's everything they ever want. Yet they don't see that... On...Read more
I would like to be feminine But not in this world Not in this society Where I can get hurt But will never get heard I would like to be feminine. I w...Read more
Life has a unique gift called her. What is it? — this question might make you ponder. She’s like a game of pool, calm yet cool — But if you don’t trea...Read more
On this sacred day, lust's fire consumes my soul, Erotic whispers echo—my spirit loses control. The battle brews deep within this fractured heart,...Read more
It's ok buddy .... Stfu* poem for sometimes .... Stfu* metaphor &rhyming ..... Stfu* trying to make pain sound pretty .... Stfu* dressing up trauma ...Read more
It’s hard to accept— That past griefs often leave the sweetest taste... But the gift of acceptance Is wider than your deepest expectation. Sometime...Read more
Scared of night fall but I just keep on dreaming yet all that comes are nightmares from demons of the past Still, I know the sun will come and when ...Read more
They cut your wings before you could fly. They took every piece of you, yet still called you selfish when you tried to keep your bones. Forsaking th...Read more
My poems aren't made to be heard My words were written to be felt. Because everything comes from my heart, Not my head