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All of Them

  August 17th, 2018 by sansfranzdeput

All these people, they stare at me;

They aren’t my equal, but I’m no good:

I want to run far away, but cannot feel my legs;

And if there were a finch, I’d keep it if I could.

 

All these people, they make me insecure;

I cannot keep my mind on what I have to do

If everyone and everything hurts, and there’s no cure.

If only I had a single place; but one happy thing.

 

All these people don’t make any sense;

I’d rather talk to rust forming on a fence.

They prefer to lie about every little thing,

But that makes understanding hard to outward bring.

 

I wish that all these people would just give …

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So I saw an ice sculpture….

  August 16th, 2018 by shatterediris

I should really consider stopping sucking at writing poems. But I enjoy being shit at this hobby I guess. Welp I guess I want to share this anyway, it could probably be made better with more refining I mostly wanted to just get an outline down, and will probably never fix it up I’m sure…. At least I’ve never fixed up anything I’ve told myself I would eventually. -_-

 

 

The waiter brings you to your table

It’s as perfect as the person

On the other side, tonight is fable

The candle light aids your immersion

Your beings melt together

Drip, Drip, Drip

An ice sculpture melts forever

Drip, Drip, Drip

The red velvet table …

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Constantine P. Cavafy – Trojans

  August 11th, 2018 by Taf Taf

Our efforts are those of men prone to disaster;

our efforts are like those of the Trojans.

We just begin to get somewhere,

gain a little confidence,

grow almost bold and hopeful,

when something always comes up to stop us:

Achilles leaps out of the trench in front of us

and terrifies us with his violent shouting.

Our efforts are like those of the Trojans.

We think we’ll change our luck

by being resolute and daring,

so we move outside ready to fight.

But when the great crisis comes,

our boldness and resolution vanish;

our spirit falters, paralyzed,

and we scurry around the walls

trying to save ourselves by running away.

Yet we’re sure to fail. Up there,

high on the walls, the …

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Leonard Cohen – Dress Rehearsal Rag

  August 8th, 2018 by Taf Taf

Lyrics:

Four o’clock in the afternoon and I didn’t feel like very much

I said to myself, ”Where are you golden boy? Where is your famous golden touch?”

I thought you knew where all of the elephants lie down

I thought you were the crown prince of all the wheels in Ivory town

Just take a look at your body now, there’s nothing much to save

And a bitter voice in the mirror cries, ”Hey, prince, you need a shave”

Now if you can manage to get your trembling fingers to behave

Why don’t you try unwrapping a stainless steel razor blade?

That’s right, it’s come to this… Yes, it’s come to this…

And wasn’t …

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Miguel De Unamuno – Poems

  August 7th, 2018 by Taf Taf

Muerte (Death)

 

To die to sleep… to sleep… perchance to dream.

(Hamlet, act iii, scene iv)

 

You are the dream of a God; when you awake

will you return to the womb where you were born?

Will you then be what you were before?

Will your death be a new birth?

Is this dream absent during wakefulness?

Luckily here the mystery assists us;

as a remedy of our sad life

our fate remains an inviolable secret.

Let your future remain hidden under the fog

and walk calmly

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Where the Lonely Ones Roam

  August 7th, 2018 by sansfranzdeput

If you’ve ever seen any of my previous posts on my chronic mental and emotional afflictions, then you must know this: that I am in pain; and, for most people- if not all- pain is something people hate. They most often turn to addiction or something essentially the same to hide or suppress their issue, whatever it may be.

I myself have had addiction issues before, and still struggle with an addiction to Pornography. That, and my depression and all around loneliness will be the topics I so boringly lay out before you all in this post today.

 

Since a very young age, I have been obsessed …

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The demons in my head

  August 6th, 2018 by lonelywanderer

The demons in my head have been there too long. All i want is for them to be gone.
I will not make this a long post but I am tired of being this demon host.
The thoughts never go away and the demons seem to make it that way.
I am tired of the pain, the back and forth decision of staying or leaving.
I’m just so tired of fighting, which is why I am writing.
I know I am not alone but I feel like it’s gnawing at the bone.
Crawling out of my skin, ready to implode.
Part of my soul was taken from me and something has changed.
I …

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written today in group. cw: sexual assault, dv

  August 2nd, 2018 by ebullientballoon

have at thee, somnolent thursday

would that i could hate fuck your noontime eyeballs but i’m too tired for indignation and rage.

 

just because i sleep next to you does not mean i like you

i just need to rest, it’s a necessity that can not be relieved by invention, as effect cannot be expunged by intention.

i was raped by a wednesday, when i woke up it was a thursday asking me, “are we partners now, you and i?” i replied, “i don’t know.”

 

im too exhausted to fight and scream

so when thursday night beat me and turned into friday,

i wished that i could sleep anywhere else other than …

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George Vizyenos – The Dream

  August 1st, 2018 by Taf Taf

George Vizyenos – The Dream

(Translated by Timothy Adès)

 

Last night I saw all in my sleep
a river deep:
God let it not come true!
Silent as night beside the flood,
moon-pale, there stood
a young man whom I knew.

– – –

With force the stormwind striving
and smiting
near drove him from the living;
waves sucked his feet with kisses,
inviting
him down to their embraces.

– – –

Not by the storm I thought him
mistreated,
despairing wretch forsaken.
To snatch him safe I speeded,
nor caught him:
abruptly he was taken.

– – -…

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imagine

  August 1st, 2018 by acciojessica

imagine,

just looking into those brown eyes,

only just to realise,

that they’re only filled with your lies

you see the

crying

the screaming

and the hatred

grow,

as you watch the tears fall from her eyes.

you say you’re ‘sorry’

and she’s gone now,

but,

imagine the eyes you saw,

were yours,

sitting in the reflection of the knife you once  held.

[j]

 

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new poem

  July 31st, 2018 by ebullientballoon

hold on
to the stick in the quiet, lolling surf
the waves have no end, but i must
hold on
to the grief-filled laughter of our comrades in arms
telling stories and watching campfire shadows move across the walls of our cave
huddled without touching much, a storm roiling without
holding on
is a dream for those who dream in color, when i can see mine they only terrify me,
fantasies of setting up camp on jupiter, below a storm like loudest verdun, the red spot never goes out but i must
try to float
with a twig in the waves screaming thunderous normandy
can it be done? certainly a question for the engineers, while i possess …

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Trying to relax…

  July 31st, 2018 by visual eyes

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Remembering Vincent…

  July 29th, 2018 by Taf Taf

Vincent Willem van Gogh – July 29, 1890

 

 

A painting of a scene at night with 11 swirly stars and a bright yellow crescent moon. In the background there are hills, in the middle ground there is a moonlit town with a church that has an elongated steeple, and in the foreground there is the dark green silhouette of a cypress tree and houses.

 

 

 

 

https://www.vincentvangogh.org

 

http://www.vggallery.com/painting/p_0612.htm

 

http://www.vggallery.com/painting/p_0779.htm

 

 

 

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i wrote a song and it’s trash

  July 28th, 2018 by leykai

yo.

i wrote a song and it’s really fucking trash but imma show you the lyrics anyway cuz i wanna know what you guys think.

ahem.

 

1: ask me if i’m okay, tell you that i’d rather die. i don’t know what to say, i cry every other night.

 

C: serial killers and freaks of the night, we don’t die x2

 

2: When i look at you my  heart sinks and i cannot breathe. i wish everyday that i look at you look at me.

 

C: serial killers and freaks of the night, we don’t die x2

 

3: cry like a cannibal, you make me lose my mind. laugh like a lunatic, fly in …

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I’m still stupid and useless -_-

  July 28th, 2018 by shatterediris

My life is darkening

My heart is hardening

My mind shut, am I insane?

I make a cut to numb the pain.

I watch my blood bead down my arms

Scars are my protective charms

They ward me from the evil

Of this world, evil so deceitful

Friends become lethal

To me they act so gleeful

To their real friends, just so evil

Say things that I cannot hear

Then one day they disappear

They were a puppeteer

And I their new toy

A solid hunk of plastic to bring them joy

Do and say all they wanted

I just needed to be wanted.

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Nothing Left

  July 28th, 2018 by Brokentoi

If hating me makes you hate yourself a little less, I’ll do that for you…

I’ve long since outlived my welcome and my usefulness.

Precious little goodness have I contributed to this world; nothing to my own credit do I leave behind. Nobody here depends on me, all will be relieved when I’m gone.

I’ve nothing left in this cold, desolate place to hold me here.

I’ve lost it all. There’s nothing left now for me to lose, anymore.

There’s just nothing left. C ‘est la vie.

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Is This Who I Am?

Is This Who I Am?

  July 28th, 2018 by raperapelemonade

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Poetry

  July 27th, 2018 by WanderingDreamer91

My Poetry (WanderingDreamer91)

 

A. Untitled (Night)

(Old: 2006-2010 (14-19); High School Teen on GaiaOnline)

 

The full moon at night,

what a beautiful sight,

the stars dance in twilight,

piercing the darkness with all it’s might.

 

B. Dirge/Requiem

(August 13, 2017 (Sunday) (26); Facebook/My Puns-Rhymes Computer Document)

 

(Note: I guess I didn’t have a poetry document or didn’t feel like using one for some reason, I don’t know, I found this again by chance. :p I was even wondering about sharing some, but meh…)

 

Topic: A dirge/requiem poem I created

(Light)
(A parting for loved ones and animals)
Now your time has come to pass,
but alas,
our memories of you shall not be crass,
so lay your weary soul beneath the …

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Unprovable Pains

  July 25th, 2018 by raperapelemonade

Outside of myself. The woman everyone see’s just like everyone else, is carefully crafted. I am strong enough sometimes to smile and make jokes to my colleagues and sort out the chaos on my 3 Monitors to successfully complete a days work. I have pain beyond my threshold leeching on my spine and chest. I contain them until the weekend when I can perform my mental surgeries.

When the wounds mastisize and become larger than my ability to contain them I am frozen. I am powerless. I look at my 3 Monitors and watch the inbox rise watch the Skype pings sting watch that there is …

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KULT – Samotni ludzie (Lonely People)

  July 24th, 2018 by Taf Taf

Lyrics:

Lonely people from lonely cities
Inside the lonely seashell of the world
On the lonely snow, there is a trace
The lonely me welcomes all of you here
This pale circle is my face
The one with a bloody stain – that’s you
You’re a girl, so your lips
Are the colour of blood
– – –
The light of eyes will go out
When the dawn comes
The world behind the window will crouch
On the

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