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LifeDeathReBirth
23/F/Stockholm In a world where no one is to judge, not even the words
It’s been 8 years. It’s been 8 years since the world became a little darker. Since people started looking a little villainy. It’s been 8 years since the heart has became heavy, and the scars deeper. It’s been 8 years since she learnt that life is meant to not be lived but survived. Its been 8 years of a storm that never ends, and the clouds that never move. It’s been 8 years since she first thought, maybe death is better than this life. Better than dying everyday while still breathing until your lungs explode. It’s been 8 years since the world became a little darker, but today she says enough is enough. Because for 8 years she lived in pieces, and today she picks those up to live in peace for once
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May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025 at 8:01 PM UTC
She’s alive, even 8 years later.
I crave, I crave for you my love. I crave for your lust. I crave for you my love, Skin on skin. Breath on breath. Beat on beat. I crave for you my love. I crave your affection, Eye to eye. Lips to lips. Hands on hands. I crave for you my love. But our love so strong, It becomes a poison, A poison forbidden. A love forbidden. I crave for you my love, But our love forbidden, Forever a poison.
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Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 4:56 AM UTC
The Forbidden Love
They were told To pick up a pen And start writing A class filled with souls Sleep less Peace less Dark souls Told to pick up a pen And start writing What did they know? How would they know? Oh poor soul How will you let bleed On a piece of paper Drowning with emotions When you can’t reciprocate The pain of another Sleep less Peace less Dark soul Oh poor soul I pity you For trying to bleed on a paper Drowning in emotions When you yourself Are a soul Wandering in the world Of poets Like the Sleep less Peace less Dark soul You are.
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Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 5:47 AM UTC
the strange connection of words.
we write because we are told we write because we are cold so why write poetry? is it to obey is it to simply misbehave is it due today is it more than what we say if not why do you write poetry? because I can & because I am we are made to feel we are made to speak some people are quiet and others are bleak words are expressive and alive but some words are best left to die
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Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 3:13 AM UTC
silent poet society
Can you see my struggle? Can you see my pain? Can you see my past? Can you see my family? Can you see my rage? Can you see my depression? Can you see my faith? Can you see me? Can you hear me? Can you hear my struggle? Can you hear my pain? Can you hear my screams? Can you hear my depression? Can you hear my voice, who I really am? Can you see me? can you hear me? No. Because you never really tried and you never will.
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Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 3:12 AM UTC
Can you see me ?
"Aw baby girl, Wheres that smile, that brightened every bad day, And made it worth pushing through another?" "Well dad, You see, Life happened to me, That light i could once see is so faded i barely want to push through the dark anymore."
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Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 1:27 AM UTC
Wheres that smile
this isn’t going to make sense cause it’s not supposed to and if I’m being honest this isn’t for you it’s not even for me I’m stuck I’m trapped I’m lost I’m every other word that describes people who feel at a dead end I’m typing on a ****** phone That’s connected to a ****** connection That could possibly be a metaphor for my life I’m writing Because I don’t know what else to do I’m writing Cause that’s what they told me to do But they also told me that what I think isn’t always true That I’m special and I just don’t see it But that’s the thing I don’t see it And if I don’t see it then why should it matter if anyone else does And if I’m thinking something why should it matter if it’s true What matters is that it’s in my head What matters is that it’s always there But here I am Stuck in the same place Back to square one No progress made The same questions, whether true or not Will I amount to anything? Do I really help? Am I really worthwhile? Do you actually care? I see these people When I’m online They smile and post They edit and pose I can’t help but wonder Do you really smile, or do you just do it to look happy like me? Do you really feel happy, or are you trying to lie like me? Do you understand what I feel? Or is it just me? I’m not trying to be selfish I don’t want a lot I just want to be happy And I want others to be happy with me But neither is happening So instead there’s a poem That doesn’t even ryhme That makes no sense I’ll try harder
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Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 7:50 AM UTC
Here’s a poem
this isn’t going to make sense cause it’s not supposed to and if I’m being honest this isn’t for you it’s not even for me I’m stuck I’m trapped I’m lost I’m every other word that describes people who feel at a dead end I’m typing on a ****** phone That’s connected to a ****** connection That could possibly be a metaphor for my life I’m writing Because I don’t know what else to do I’m writing Cause that’s what they told me to do But they also told me that what I think isn’t always true That I’m special and I just don’t see it But that’s the thing I don’t see it And if I don’t see it then why should it matter if anyone else does And if I’m thinking something why should it matter if it’s true What matters is that it’s in my head What matters is that it’s always there But here I am Stuck in the same place Back to square one No progress made The same questions, whether true or not Will I amount to anything? Do I really help? Am I really worthwhile? Do you actually care? I see these people When I’m online They smile and post They edit and pose I can’t help but wonder Do you really smile, or do you just do it to look happy like me? Do you really feel happy, or are you trying to lie like me? Do you understand what I feel? Or is it just me? I’m not trying to be selfish I don’t want a lot I just want to be happy And I want others to be happy with me But neither is happening So instead there’s a poem That doesn’t even ryhme That makes no sense I’ll try harder
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Right person at the wrong time? But maybe there isn't a wrong time If it's the right person
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Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 7:19 AM UTC
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