Not all depressed cut, Not all sad shed tears, Not all strong fight, Not all monsters roar, Not all young are innocent. Some just work harder to maintain a mask. We are here, And you have reason to fear, We are the best liars, We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting a single eyelash. Watch out we are coming.
This is a dark and serious prom but that didn't change the fact that In was tempted to put "and we're *****" instead of " And you have reason to fear" ****
Words on my skin Tightening of my throat The words you shouted And the things you spoke Through your lens I’m An object Dangling Taunting Inviting But I am a woman Not to be used Or abused I shed your words everyday I wash them away I am not yours to be looked at Or yours to be swayed So take the words you have strangled me with And wrap them around your own throat Till you suffocate
A kindred spirit in a dying hour I have no time to dream For fate That fire of fire Is not my theme! Pleasant solace upon the mire In a life of sand and sin Through earthly power deprived within Unravelled pride within a dream
The universe is this silver clockwork Behind secured glass, All flint stock cogs, cylinders; spring- loaded coils doused in gas. It rocks on its boilerplate, breaching peace; smokes, coughs atop copper gear nicking souls between; itching with pistons, pendulums swinging heaven from ****; bearings running offtrack with Gravity.
I peer in with my telescope 'cause I don't have a key.
it’s a beautiful thing this day and age with bubbling permafrost with drug-resistance with obesity treatments with technological advancements with scientific discoveries with silent wars with blue lava with bleeding glaciers with divorce with sensitivity with my generation of people believing this new generation is completely and utterly clueless as a common occurrence
but let’s think about what these kids are into nowadays.
let’s think about who invented these inane things for the kids.
my generation of people.
so the kids of today are the ones who are ****** for liking the things that we’ve created?
I’m sorry but we have to be the ones who are obtuse for believing such things, oblivious for not realizing them and showing the world we have little or no imagination anymore.
the generation before us has lied to us and thought us to lie to the generation after.
whether it’s the gods or holidays or what not.
the youth of the today are autonomous. they can not take responsibility for their actions nor do they understand and just go along with the trends, much like, all the generations before them but we need a scapegoat to cover up our own farce implementations.
the truth of the matter is.. we’re all a little vacuous in our own way especially the ones with an answer for everything. living in an imperfect world where there’s always room for improvement nothing for us or against us wrapped up in our congratulatory self-contradictory and illogical theories and as useless as exploding appendix.
the lost generation the interbellum generation the silent generation the baby boomers generation x the millennials
a strong admixture of imbecility and self-assurance filled with belief and unawareness to a senseless world
like hate like blame like gossip like jealousy like being offended like being impressive like the punk rock dream like hospital waiting rooms like fundraisers and charity events like your co-worker to the right and the left of you and their families and their families before them
You fell to the bottom of the sea, You expected me to save you. I told you I couldn’t. Sometimes you do everything for someone and it's still not enough. I didn't want to drown trying to save you because I knew, That we would have both ended up dead. At the bottom of the sea.
take it in. the sunset that seems to be so close yet so far. the dark outline of the familiar lighthouse. and the ocean waves. the beautiful, blue waves. gently lapping over another wave. but i can only stay for a bit. i have places to be.
Some people are so confused in life. You and others may try to help them, but they ignore you as they keep digging a hole for themselves. To others, they look completely fine, yet where no one can see, they are actually falling apart. Yet you know that they are crumbling because of the values they set for themselves, or maybe no values at all-and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it, because they won't listen.
I love him I tell myself I know that We will be together forever I don’t believe that We could be separated My thoughts tell me that He’s the love of my life Sometimes my heart lies and says I could live an eternity Without him Like my friends say “We’re perfect for each other” And you can’t tell me He’s not the one.
I wasn't born With this hole in my heart But it developed gradually When pain drilled my chest to cling it's art. Oh! I was smiling radiating the usual rainbow colours! But just then, I was grayed and torn Just like withered flowers! The pain! Yes the pain Is unbearable My tears all are in vain They are just emotional fool , being unstoppable! I am fed up of emotional breakdown My soul became mournful, being lost in the ghost town! I know, sorrows are part of life But how can I frequently bear the pain that cut deeper than the knife! I try my best to just forget and move on But what shall I do when I am trapped in the useless emotion?
Just in a process of getting relieve from the feeling of being hurt! It's really difficult... Sorry,my poem sounded somewhat boring but I really meant what I said .
i dread the day you learn for the first time that you can't just love all the darkness in me away
and no matter how much you care i will still toss and turn at night and scars might still appear on my skin
i dread the day you realize that you can't cure me and sometimes all you can do is stand next to me and hold my hand through fog pouring out of my ears so black and thick we can't even see each other's faces
i dread the days i can't get out of bed the days you want to take me out and all i can manage is a prettified shell of myself
i dread the day you learn that sometimes no matter how hard i try i still can't pull myself together
the day you learn that there isn't an answer you can give that will save me from my fears
you aren't the first person who has tried to love the darkness inside away my family and friends have given it their all but someday you too will learn that if love could cure mental illness the world would be a much better place
Paint me a picture Of your skin Does it bronze beneath the sun? Or sizzle and blush Like your cheeks When you’re in love? Is it soft to the touch Like when your palms graze The smooth surface of water? Or rough around the edges Like your favorite book And its lovingly worn corners? Does it melt in the heat Like sweet syrupy treats Dripping through your fingers? Or does it welcome the winter With wide open arms As if greeting a lover? Paint me a picture Of your skin
I know I won't get to all but ******, I'm gonna try thumb up to every comment up until the day I die
I can't react to every line and word but ****** I can try thumbs up to ever poet/poetess maybe no one has, to cry
I'm just a singularity but ****** all too **** we, as a community stand up, and hear the yell
I'm not you, and you're not me but when you see thumbs down chime in with words and thumbs chase the trolls, outta HP town
Thumbs down has no other purpose that to provide trolls with a mechanism to pester and put forth their hate. REMOVE it! You can't control how many accounts people have here (it's not realistic to assume you can) so remove their reason for creating them! Nothing really left to say :(
Thank you my friends for the daily, I feel undeserving, but extremely, appreciative! :) (bow)