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the sky

April 18th, 2018by iamdarling

the sky looked nice tonight. i saw the moon for the first time in a while. there were a few stars. the shade of blue was difficult to describe, it was deep, but, not black. like… navy, maybe. it made me feel some type of way.

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Reality is boring ! Real life is boring ! Real world is boring ! Humanity/Mankind must move beyond money & politics for real progress !

April 14th, 2018by niki

Reality is boring, Humanity/Mankind must move beyond money & politics for real progress.

Although technology have been progressing rapidly nowadays, yet sadly in many aspects, Humanity/Mankind/Society still have slow progress; Everyday is still the same day & problems over and over again repeatedly.

I believe that in order to make a real progress for Humanity / Mankind, we must quickly focus & do the followings:

1) We must move beyond money & politics. It is outdated. A lot of problems in this world today basically stems from these two root causes (& also superstitions especially in religion, as well as in Ignorance & Stupidity due to failure in …

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More motivated…..

April 12th, 2018by Urm8451n

My heart is on the floor around, and the sickness that has haunted me all my life, is taking a human form.

She [the sickness/disease ]  is crawling to my knees to keep it’s weight on me, she doesn’t want me to move forward. At this time all I can make, is thoughts.

At times like these I like to gather my self into a greater form. I like to heal the wounds by giving them reasons and justifications – I’m walking alone, but I’m the one who is paving the path. Healing the woulds is something to be done with mind only.

But….

but the wounds keep coming …

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She Flew Away

April 3rd, 2018by firefly11291998

The sickness came

We didn’t know

what it was, or

if it would stay or go.

 

The doctors said,

“She won’t stay long”

but we still hoped

that the were wrong.

 

Then she went

she flew away

God took her home

She’s there to stay.

 

When she went

I fell apart

it pierced me through

just like a dart.

 

Picked up back habits

I knew they were bad

had no other explanation

other than that , “I’m sad.”

 

Changed my life

the way I lived

most of it

was not what I wanted.

 

My dad told me,

“Think about you Mom.”

‘When she’s looking down at you

is she proud of who you’ve become?’

 

My friends told me,

“Keep your head up,

You’ll be fine.”

How could they know

What’s next in line.

 

*just a poem I wrote …

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The demon came

April 2nd, 2018by Rosesareblue

The clock strikes midnight

and the demon came

it went with the still wind

and lingered.

Its screeching voice

whispering death to me.

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They ask

March 31st, 2018by Rosesareblue

They asked me.

“Why do you cut yourself?”

They asked me.

“Why are there scars in your body?”

They asked me.

“Are you crazy?”

They told me.

“Attention seeker at its finest.”

And i sighed. Breathed heavily and walked away.

Whats the good in telling them what my demons tell me what to do, it’s better to keep my insanity to myself.

Because it’s better keeping everything inside rather than telling the world who doesn’t know how to listen.

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The only one you can trust is yourself

March 31st, 2018by Rosesareblue

I’ve never believed this before.

So naive of me.

Naive enough to settle around with the idea that people are to be trusted and to be humbled the fact that they will always keep you sane.

Never believed in such saying until friends turn to enemies and laugh turns to frowns and until then when my heart has been shuttered by the awful truth that friends can be a sharp tool towards the breaking of your own sound mind.

And so when i felt my world crushing down, I came to the standing ground of believing that the only one you can trust is yourself.

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March 30th, 2018by visual eyes

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March 28th, 2018by visual eyes

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March 27th, 2018by visual eyes

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Patchwork Sunday

March 25th, 2018by pylon

My brain itches with thoughts I can’t scratch
My body in stiches of moments I can’t catch
I lay tormented in pieces of my broken past
I pray for hope, for peace and love that lasts

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March 20th, 2018by visual eyes

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broken glass

March 20th, 2018by iamdarling

i mean…

my life is like broken glass.

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Endless winter

March 15th, 2018by Taf Taf

Persephone’s nightmare

 

Lyrics (English translation):

Where once pennyroyal and wild mint grew
and the first cyclamen sprang up,
now peasants bargain on cement prise
and birds fall dead in melting furnace

Sleep Persephone
in earth’s embrace,
to this world’s balcony
never come up again

where once the mystics joined their hands
reverently before entering the sanctuary,
now passing tourists throw their cigarette butts
and go to see the new oil refinery

Sleep Persephone
in earth’s embrace,
to this world’s balcony
never come up again

where once the sea was blessed
and flocks and herds bleated joyfully in the fields,
now trucks carry to the shipyards
lifeless bodies, young workers and scrap metal

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Rambling reflections on a loss of self

March 13th, 2018by equi

So much time has passed now,
so many lives have faded,
so many selves have come and gone.
So many sleepless nights…wanting, waiting, wasted
Why have I taken this life?
This sloth existence
The world turns – never ending
My world full of failures – collapsing
I am me, my life is not and I am left wanting
Always craving more
Damned to mediocrity
Take me now, show me who I should be, show me who I have always been
Rip away the facade, the faces
Stripped and naked soul – my soul
Show me
Desperation sets in now..panic, obscurity
Stop the world from turning
Stop mine from ending
Begging now…pathetic, broken
Suffocating on meager minds and an undeserving waste of life
Searching for clarity, …

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I miss you…

March 9th, 2018by Unsheard

I miss you. I miss the way we used to be. I miss how we met up every night. I miss being around you, feeling you graze my skin. I miss the way you kept me warm in the winter. I miss how you used to calm me down and tell me things are going to be alright. I miss how you made me happy and how you let me use you whenever i needed relief. I’m sorry that we can’t see each other anymore. People don’t want us together. They don’t want me to get hurt anymore. People who love me want me to …

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Little girl…

March 8th, 2018by Unsheard

Little girl don’t you understand. Mommy killed herself and is never coming back. Daddy drinks and hides his pain by beating you. Big bro takes pills and other drugs to keep the picture of his mother hanging out of his mind. Little girl why don’t you get it. Mommy and Daddy never loved each other. Mommy never wanted to be alive. Daddy never wanted a girl. Brother never wanted to be gay. He never wanted to be different. Little girl can’t you see. Everyone you love doesn’t love themselves. Little girl don’t you know, one day you will be just like them. Little girl, i …

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March 8th, 2018by visual eyes

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Darkness

March 7th, 2018by stormyskies

There is darkness in all of us. I’m not talking about being evil or corrupt, I’m talking about the easiness in which we can all become susceptible to depression and thoughts of suicide. To me, darkness feels inevitable and inescapable, we have all faced her at least once in our lives, some more than others. She seduces us, tempts us, taunts us with the idea of ending our lives by making us believe that it is the only solution. Is death the only way to get away from her? Or will death only serve to place us in her grasp forever? I like

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A poem i wrote :/

March 7th, 2018by ourdarkestparadise

I hear the scream of my parents, bring down the walls.

Lurking in the shadow my word begins to fall. The scream of my mum and the shout of my dad.

Our world begins to pause. I will draw you a picture of how i am feeling. I will draw it with a twist I will draw it with a razor. I will do it on my wrist. If i do it correctly i red fountain will appear, to take away the pain and wash away the fear.

A pull of a trigger, a shot of a gun. Soon my life will be done. No one will notice. …

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