Remind me why We're stuck in this world Of stressed quietness throughout Constant motion And when they try to mention Age, their sickened view of innocent Reality, but not really And feign surprise when they send us to our Deathbeds
The pieces lay shattered On the ground Broken He came along And said This is beautiful Picked up each piece Marveled at it Kissed it And put it with another He looked At what he fixed And he said You are beautiful She replied Thank you For saving me
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
And for a single passing moment, you were mine. I caved. I stopped trying to push my love away. I opened the locked door that was never content. I let myself love you. And In a blink of an eye, the lock went back on the restlessly beaten door. I tortured my self to control my uncontainable love. You are my biggest fault. An addict is what I’ve become. Addicted to your *******.
Behind the rude girl, There is a girl, With a soft heart, Who trusted, EVERYONE, Once upon a time.......
Just don't judge people without knowing them or their history. Because may time the people who are hurt so bad o er and over tend to become rude and cold Their true self might be so beautiful that u may fall in love They have been through so much in life that they are so closed and reserved. Just give them a chance They are sitting in there , in a dark room facing the walls and crying, that they have forgotten what light is. All they need is a hand to hold , an ear which listens and a person who guides them back to light, to life....
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)
Needless to say I like the silence But not complete silence Nor the artificial silence with the buzzing and energy made by the 21 st century I like the authentic silence created by mother of all living The whispers of the voices in your head The hush tone of the wind talking to the trees But most of all the loneliness that is provided Because sometimes I like being alone and feeling sad That way I at least know I can feel something But that’s not the point Authenticity is nice but sometimes lying hurts less and sometimes I like that too
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 don't know why God gave me you to wrap yourself around me. No one's embrace has ever been wide enough to cover the surface area of my pain. No one's heart has been strong enough to carry around my guilt. No one's eyes have been wise enough to see through my excuses. Only you. And for that, I thank God every day.
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.