Matthew Marvier Donald
Matthew Marvier Donald
Sep 19      Sep 20

Simple yet delicate findings come to mirror my emotions (m)


I have half a notion to hide from them, like I do my reflection (n)


The coarse expectations from peers leave me drowning (m)


And I know I can't go around allowing them to control me (n)

If I walk the path that isn't made for me then there is no light that dwells in the dim tunnel


and the trouble is ,my tunnel is supposed to end with you, You're supposed to be the light that shines on me and right on through . I'll be the prism of colors you yearn for when depression hovers over you

Just a Vegas city boy

And a Kansas city girl

Sometimes they are never home

And Sometimes it makes me feel like an unopened expired bag of M&N;'s

© copyright Matthew Marvier Donald & Nicole Osborn
#life   #home   #reflection   #peer  

Every time I hear the obnoxious,
mainstream slang "you fake"
I can't help but think
about how true it is
sure, sure, it's slang,
it's thrown around and not meant
to be taken seriously
But i look around
and see that all of my peers
are everything but what they describe themselves as
we are what we insult others of
They laugh, and joke, and help each other with work
but as soon as one leaves the table or the room,
they all turn on that one person.
My peers always have something that they won't say to your face.
People always ask me
if i'm okay, what's wrong, etc, etc, etc.
but don't they ever notice the behavior
of our peers? of themselves?
I notice my flaws all the time
I analyze my behavior all day
but the truth is
that I'm perfectly fine,
I'm sane,
i'm just ranting, all day, in my head
analyzing the actions of others and those of myself
I cant bear to even talk anymore
because I know my peers now
i've analyzed their voice,
and i know that if i were to speak
i'd get shot down so much worse
than if i just sit here
and pretend i don't exist

Sorry this is super pessimistic but I've been so stressed out all day and needed a good rant.

If ya' can handle the pier pressure,
do whatever floats yer boat
and there'll be clear sailing ahead.

But, if ya can't,
you'll sink faster than a biscuit
at an all-you-can-eat buffet.

I love painting new colorful Southern expressions with a pallet of words. Correction - a palette of words not a pallet. I still had shipping my mind.
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#whatever   #sink   #ship   #pressure   #bottom   #canoe   #sailing   #boat   #raft   #ark   #bucket   #clear   #trending   #dory   #bark   #peer   #lew   #launch   #buffet   #biscuit   #craft   #texas   #beryldov   #tub   #pier   #barge   #cabin-cruiser   #cruiser   #ketch   #racer   #sailboat   #sailing-boat   #sloop   #yawl   #bateau   #catamaran   #dinghy   #gondola   #hulk   #lifeboat   #pinnace   #schooner   #scow   #skiff   #steamboat   #yacht   #floats   #all-you-can-eat  

The innocence of children
Brutally ripped
Out of their tiny palms

Babies cry innocently--
Without worries--
The future that awaits them

My own innocence has abandoned
Me--I am
What is left of me?
S.V.

with peer pressure
the white deer

say what's in this drink?
coz I don't really think
that that's such a good plan...

you know how I am
with peer pressure

and the shapes that you make with your lips
are all the most convincing kinds.

Zack Long
Zack Long
Aug 22, 2013

We all pay for life with death
So why worry about what's it between
Smile and drink this shit down
You ain't gonna live forever
So what you waiting for
Take the red pill first
Followed by two of these little blues
Snort this line and we'll ride the night
High enough to forget chasing dreams
What are you waiting for

I’m full of
the bullshit
that resides in my
corridors—
these hedonists that slice
at my skin and my soul.

I’m old and tiredly awake.
The assholes won’t let me sleep.
They bite my guts with greedy teeth.  
I become water…I become grain…
sowed by sadism and adultery.

They transfuse
into me and
I evolve into
something horribly new.

No more my artistic aura,
my classical sense—
Just a specter of gloom
and dust floating
in the structure of a self I can’t really recall.

This is my holy downfall.

#pressure   #peer  
nivek
Oct 29

the hair on heads is to keep the warmth in
so why cut it

Matalie Niller
May 30, 2012

Empathy goes a long way
with wusses, don't you think?
The tough ones don't have feelings
just razor-wire for guts and time-bombs for hearts
emotions replaced with Hulk smashes and knife gashes
she said
"Let's be friends" she said
"We can chase air and lick butterflies"
He said "Only if you die first"
he only had dead friends
they smell amazingly disgusting and have WORMS for EYES!
She cried.
He almost felt sad, he thought
but he realized it was just hunger
for scared screams and others' insecurities
impurites of rhythm and logic just soft chalk cells
washed away by urine from an angry bladder
getting madder and madder
maybe, if feelings were so prevalent.

James
Nov 9

Stop that. What are you doing? Dont you know that hurts?
When I look in those eyes I see no love.
The pain from the judment of your peering glance makes me feel there is no one above.
I act with aggression, how can you be so fucking blind.
To the child you raised has been kept in his own mental bind.  
You punish not to help me but yourself but I guess thats fine.
It is no wonder why I am so selfish. How
to be cared for then would allow me to care now.  
All my anger was for you to see,
how much pain I was in from not feeling that you loved and cared about me.  
As I was only a child, how was I supposed to know.
But I understood words were meaningless though,
I grew attached.  
How much more your actions could have soothed me so,
but there was no chance.  
For you did not know your actions were so powerful
to have deflated my self worth and later my caring soul.  
All I wanted was some form of validation, that I too existed among my siblings three. I just wanted to feel loved too so I could have shared all of me.

 
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