aestheticurse - Hello Poetry

After those heartaches that has been done, I never asked and rushed a sense of love to come. After those painful stories and poems I wrote, I never imagined how could this happiness be my thought. After those series of "I" that I had. You've came that I hope for it to last so bad.

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Jun 11, 2020

Jun 11, 2020 at 8:35 PM UTC

aestheticurse

I

After those heartaches that has been done, I never asked and rushed a sense of love to come. After those painful stories and poems I wrote, I never imagined how could this happiness be my thought. After those series of "I" that I had. You've came that I hope for it to last so bad.

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seeing you wanting her, seeing myself again wanting for repair

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Jul 30, 2019

Jul 30, 2019 at 6:12 AM UTC

aestheticurse

seeing

seeing you wanting her, seeing myself again wanting for repair

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Some poets write with pen And others with pain

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aestheticurse

Oct 31, 2018

Oct 31, 2018 at 3:44 AM UTC

Meera

Poetry

Some poets write with pen And others with pain

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EXPECTATIONS, what are expectations? It was a 12-letter word that I’ve set as a standard Where anything way below, acceptance is just too hard It was the moment I kept myself away from freedom, Freedom of doing what I want to do Freedom of not having fun to what I love. Am I still the person who is willing to win this battle? Now that I think of it, Your opinion affects my system as it greatly matters. I lose self-reliance because our belief prominently differs Your words direct my capacity into incapability I lost myself, I lost my long-term built confidence, just so yours be followed. I believed I never made the right choice, The moment your opinion kept the majority’s mind closed. I was never person I ought to be. I was blinded by the pressure you form inside me Letting me consider I wasn’t doing enough, Luring me into what our society want, Persuading me that in all things that I do, I can’t. No, I am not a loser but. . . I’m tired. Set by high expectations Labelled by your opinions and Filled by Pressure Can I survive this battle? These three just consumed my positivity. All I have wasn’t enough, my fighting spirit reached its limit, I think I’ll be losing the battle. I think I need to quit. I quit. I quit reaching your expectations I quit on becoming a puppet of your opinion I quit being a slave of pressure. I’ll quit just so I could win this battle. I’ll stand on my own standards and expectations I’ll do what I think is best for me even though failure would arrive and teach me a lesson Societal standards are up but I’ll set my own I’ll be the queen of my freedom, where positivity overflows and life continuously goes on Your opinion may somewhat matter But you can’t have the compass to my journey of becoming stronger I’ll be learning to eliminate Just for my self-choices could dominate I’ll turn pressure into power, Power to survive, power to become better I will win this battle. No more expectations, No insignificant opinion No more peer-pressure to stop this motion. No more stops just rest. Victory is in me, all I have was the best. I am a quitter on quitting.

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Oct 10, 2018

Oct 10, 2018 at 12:51 AM UTC

aestheticurse

I QUIT

EXPECTATIONS, what are expectations? It was a 12-letter word that I’ve set as a standard Where anything way below, acceptance is just too hard It was the moment I kept myself away from freedom, Freedom of doing what I want to do Freedom of not having fun to what I love. Am I still the person who is willing to win this battle? Now that I think of it, Your opinion affects my system as it greatly matters. I lose self-reliance because our belief prominently differs Your words direct my capacity into incapability I lost myself, I lost my long-term built confidence, just so yours be followed. I believed I never made the right choice, The moment your opinion kept the majority’s mind closed. I was never person I ought to be. I was blinded by the pressure you form inside me Letting me consider I wasn’t doing enough, Luring me into what our society want, Persuading me that in all things that I do, I can’t. No, I am not a loser but. . . I’m tired. Set by high expectations Labelled by your opinions and Filled by Pressure Can I survive this battle? These three just consumed my positivity. All I have wasn’t enough, my fighting spirit reached its limit, I think I’ll be losing the battle. I think I need to quit. I quit. I quit reaching your expectations I quit on becoming a puppet of your opinion I quit being a slave of pressure. I’ll quit just so I could win this battle. I’ll stand on my own standards and expectations I’ll do what I think is best for me even though failure would arrive and teach me a lesson Societal standards are up but I’ll set my own I’ll be the queen of my freedom, where positivity overflows and life continuously goes on Your opinion may somewhat matter But you can’t have the compass to my journey of becoming stronger I’ll be learning to eliminate Just for my self-choices could dominate I’ll turn pressure into power, Power to survive, power to become better I will win this battle. No more expectations, No insignificant opinion No more peer-pressure to stop this motion. No more stops just rest. Victory is in me, all I have was the best. I am a quitter on quitting.

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