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WhyAreYouEvenHere
WhyAreYouEvenHere
M I just like to write...
Why do I rhyme Why do I write I honestly don't know And never will I guess words are the useless power Of this useless cold-blooded coward That writes random sentences beneath The cold water of the cold shower Why do I do this Why don't I just ask for help I honestly don't know And never will I can only guess it all started That morning I woke up After hours on the bathroom floor How? I honestly don't know And never will I just remember the bruise on my head And in my head, that bruise is still there When I went back to my bed I knew it wasn't there But I still saw bloodshed Shed blood atop my sheets Why? I honestly don't know And never will I guess its that disgusting scent That disgusting sentiment That urge to write one line About anyone I've known Or ever will I've longed for a punishment That will test this writer's will They say heaven will But they're dead, To me at least
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Jan 26, 2020
Jan 26, 2020 at 11:37 PM UTC
Will
As I stay here, I speculate In the frontier of thought, I contemplate What I brought to the world, I concentrate On what I unfurled and now display, I consummate What I portray and feel, I dominate What I reveal, I denominate What is real, But still, I nominate What is surreal, I oscillate I change what is ideal for me, I isolate myself In the highest degrees, I desolate With the finest move of the pen, What I create. I state again With each day I improve, My lexicon I dilate, I’m commenting on What I approve, I’m obsessing on What I want to disprove, I’m expressing What I need removed, I’m blessing The words I reuse, I’m addressing What I deduce. Words are: Complicated, Herds Of verses, Cursed, Voiceless, Surds and sonants, Dramatized, Emoted, Intoxicated, Reiterated, Literal and figurative, Alliterated, Raided and stripped naked, Related, Equipped, Gripped, Awakened, Jaded, Created, And to create.
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May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 1:47 PM UTC
Words
I’m broken down, I’m broken to the ground I look around and see people like me Carbon copies that can walk, talk, and see I keep thinking if I will die like this, I’ve been thinking if I will live like this. I don’t understand Why my life is so bland, Everything is banned Nothing is in my control Nothing is in my hands I don't know my role In the undiscovered land of the future What is my goal My life is made in a factory, Canned. As my knowledge expands With mastery I withstand The worst is firsthand It's on demand Unplanned But with one action It starts all over again. During life, I lost my traction Almost inactive Maybe it was some distraction Quite attractive Some kind of transaction That was the start of my putrefaction. I was chained I couldn’t leave I was restrained I tried to believe Yet, those thoughts couldn’t be maintained I was naive It was Ingrained That I wouldn’t be reprieved I was shamed Called names Of which my own was stained I remember it frame by frame Bad thoughts reined And the rainstorm came And it remained But changes forms And extinguished the flame That burnt inside me The punishment was still not relinquished I still was anguished, Fallen, Forgotten, Trodden, Rotten, Broken.
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May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 11:17 PM UTC
Broken
I walk down the misty streets Trying to find me something, Sometimes I feel like a hit and miss I go back home I seat near the lit fireplace It’s near midnight It’s getting late My bones are crumbling The only sound I hear is the fire crackling. It’s near 2 o’clock I want to eat However, my legs are weak and I cannot get up Turn on the television News roundup The type of stuff I never pick up “The crime was a setup” Oh god, where has humanity ended up? It’s near 3 o’clock My patience is out of stock Now that I started this… I'm locked down Trying to resist Not everything can be resolved with fists I could try to make myself a list Nevertheless, there is a twist I cannot coexist With me. It’s 4 o’clock Should I get a drink? There is some near the sink I drag my sleepless body to the kitchen Oh god this place stinks Stinks of cheapness, shoddy I could drink it all in a blink I embody the alcoholic. It’s 5 o’clock I am neurotic, Psychotic, Idiotic... I always hated this behaviour Quite so hypnotic I have been told I was a failure Now I taste the flavour Of misbehaviour Of which I savour I am no saviour. It’s morning I have work I have this quirk And I don’t know why now I smirk I guess I avoid it But the thought still lurks Now I sit here destroyed Maybe now, Unemployed.
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May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 7:51 PM UTC
A.M. Sorrow
We’re the same In our own different ways, We could fly away And go to space Wondering around faster than light I look upon the abyss That I once called home, I stare at the place That was the birth of my race, The sun shines bright, The moon is gone, I feel the pain in my bones, I see the vastness of space, I hear the emptiness of space, I think about the expressions on their faces, I think about the expressions of your face The unknown is scary, But the discovery is gorgeous Each galaxy, Each star, Each planet, Each race, Each face, They’re all important In their own way There’s no useless life form In the infinite space Never ending disgrace No one will help us.
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Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC
Space
Do I really control myself? Am I crazy as hell? I am looking forward, But everything I see is backward. Did I mess it up? Oh, I’m escaping from reality I’m flying Now, I’m just falling How? Life is lie, They are lying. Do you really control yourself? No, you don’t… Am I crazy as well? Does life make any sense at all? So with the snap of their fingers You fall down But, how? Do we really control ourselves? Are we just one of billions on the shelves? Did you ever question why we are here? Do we just create for our own sake? Do we just try to create mean to the meaningless?
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May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 7:40 PM UTC
Control
I used to prey All day Waiting for that moment That my world would turn But until now It didn’t come. I can’t rest, I can’t stay alive, I’m lonely on my nest, I’m locked in a chest, I left all my friends aside. They used to talk About the beautiful ride of life, They said that there were ups and downs, So you are saying my life didn’t leave the ground. I was really young, I couldn’t understand why Life is easy for you and hard for me. I couldn’t leave I was stuck inside of my own cell, I was alone on my own shell, I don’t own my own life, The only that is left is what you see outside. I am alone, Just Me, Myself and I.
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Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 8:01 PM UTC
Me, Myself and I
Lurking in the shadows, Dagger on his right hand He doesn’t play the right way A bow in his back, Some coins in his purse But these coins are not his. He’s heading to a store But it’s not to buy. The only words that he knows are **** and Rob. He puts up his ebony dagger The dark elf gives his coins The thief says: “Is that it?” The elf responds: “Yes. It is.” The thief walks in into the inn Put the purse on top of the table The woman hands him a beer He picks it up and drinks A man came to him and said: “GET OUT OF MY INN!!!” 3 seconds later the man falls and dies The thief gets up and says: “Another stupid nord wants to go” No one said anything And the thief walks out. On the city of Windhelm The night is cold.
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 9:31 PM UTC
The Thief
I am walking trough The dark, Around me I don’t see I hear a voice It says: “Come with me, I will show the truth.” I am going to the direction of the voice but I stop and another voice starts: “Come to me, I can give you anything.” I choose my way, I fell in a trap, I made the wrong choice Now I understand, There wasn’t any wrong choice, Depends on what you believe. Now you choose your own path. I can’t stop you, No one can, Choices are important and nobody can interfirm you. The voices were in my head, I feel bad, Colapsing into the floor and then No one heard about me anymore.
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 6:19 PM UTC
Voices in the Dark
I am lonely, I am left aside I don’t have anyone I am dead inside I blurred my own sight I can’t see what is wrong and what is right I just feel like I am wrong all the time I am on the corner of the party I am alone I am pure bones I have some friends, I can live a life You can You just need to try Don’t be so shy Live a life Be alive.
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Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 12:23 AM UTC
Lonely