For your poems.
Why is it when you suddenly die, everyone is like oh “she was so loved” or “I’m going to miss her”. Am I the only one thinking you’ll miss throwing stuff at her and posting on the hate page you created about her. I guess once you die people just love to hear “I’m so sorry for your loss” and get attention off of your death at least that’s what they’re doing with hers.
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I always try
To never cry.
Nobody must see
The tears coming out of me.
On the inside
My emotions hide.
So nobody can see,
That today I cry.
Very few people in my life have seen me cry and I like to keep it that way. My friends think of me as always being happy and this has been true for a little while. However, someone new come into my life a couple weeks ago and really messed with my head the last few days. He made me feel worthless and question everything good in my life. It made me have other struggles with close friends which caused me to be so …
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i know a music thread with 60000 posts.
this page here is different. 2 user do not make of about 20% of that entries, guessed.
it is impossible to have a overview about. do you think that’s with the no partners rule?
i’m critical about if I use this page right or if the support can explain me. i maybe just lack suicidality and fear of free things..
He loved my husband
I acted like I loved everything he did
But really I wanted the attention
I protected his every decision as a child
I was there for him when no one else was
But why did he love my husband
My husband houdinied him
He was the drug addict
He was the alcoholic
He was the cheater
He never returned my phone call
Now I’m the alcoholic
Now I’m the cheater
And I won’t return his phone call
The it boy
The it man
My boyfriend
My husband
The man that tore my heart open and left it on the ground to let people fiend off of
Seriously.
Shut up.
There is an old quote that I have very easily warmed up to, and it goes that smaller minds discuss people, things, and events while the better minds discuss ideas. I don’t know who originally said this, but I feel that is strongly correlates to a number of issues I’ve got with certain forms of entertainment. I may sound like hypocrite because I myself am discussing a certain type of people, but the idea behind it bears word that needs to be spoken now more than ever.
You read the title of this rant so I am going to cut to the chase. Can people …
i am a mediocre at best meal served cold in a run down diner that smells of mildew and grease.
i am the imperfection in your work of art which you erase until i cease to exist and so does the idea that i could ever be a part of something so beautiful.
i am the blood on the mattress and the mud stain on the floor. i am the roach skittering into the dark to hide where it is more comfortable. to where i belong.
i am the dirt below the casket. i do not see the light of day anymore.
Hii, I’m still alive! Hope people are okay?(ish)I had an encounter with someone, who became significant to me in a matter of days. I’m too ill though and they backed away because of it, leaving me alone in this country so here’s a poem:
Pain is a teacher; an illusion,
To our confusion it will change the entirety of a life.
If you let it reside in your mind, it will grow like a tree,
warping, wrapping its roots through your psyche.
Let it flow instead like water, for a while all you’ll see
is blurred imagery. And a taste of tears in your mouth.
But atleast you’ll be free. You’ll heal, …
The love lost
The love living
The love torn from both sides
Seeping into eternity
What will life hold
But a fray of exisistence
I exposed my soul
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What do you when nobody cares?
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i have been graced with a voice so sweet and this voice rings like a bell. a church bell, to be precise.
i know others hear this comforting sound. the words she speaks and sings so pleasantly stick in our minds like the golden honey she does not allow.
she commands us to ritualistically douse ourselves in water as if it were holy. as if it will cleanse our wrongdoings.
every day is accompanied by her singsong voice in the background, whispering in our ears.
and even though this voice is angelic the words it professes are not so polite.
this voice is a ringing in my ears that will …
Last time I had anything to do with poetry must have been like 10 years ago, in middle school. And my school path isn’t really literary. And English isn’t my native language. So don’t expect too much from this…
High and far in the sky,
Over clouds he could fly;
Phoenix was proud and spry.
Ending its aging fire
In his last, final cry
Spawns this new, and much dire
Dawn of rain in his stead.
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Time is here
Time is gone
Love is near and love is high
Love is deep
Love is uncertain
Love is lingering
Love is nigh
Love is without
Love is sin
If taking to a deeper self
Love will reign high
Miguel De Unamuno – An Eternal Elegy
Oh Time, Time,
relentless tyrant!
Oh terrible mystery!
The past does not return,
it never comes back again,
ancient history!
Yes, ancient, but always the same,
terrifying!
Always present…
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When consciousness is deprived
of the passage of time,
what is it that remains?
What happens to light if the mirror is broken?
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Fierce Saturn,
oh
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You said: ”I’ll go to another country, go to another shore,
find another city better than this one.
Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrong
and my heart lies buried as though it were something dead.
How long can I let my mind moulder in this place?
Wherever I turn, wherever I happen to look,
I see the black ruins of my life, here,
where I’ve spent so many years, wasted them, destroyed them totally.”
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You won’t find a new country, won’t find another shore.
This city will
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