apurv_10 - Hello Poetry

And when I say, Don't love me. I want you to know.. That it'll will hurt You and I And I don't want You to feel it. What it's like to Have everything and Nothing. I may survive, Cause I always have. But you may drown And never reach shore. And I don't want For another soul To just lay to waste Decaying in the sorrows Of someone else's Tragedy

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Mar 4, 2020

Mar 4, 2020 at 12:51 PM UTC

apurv_10

Don't love me

And when I say, Don't love me. I want you to know.. That it'll will hurt You and I And I don't want You to feel it. What it's like to Have everything and Nothing. I may survive, Cause I always have. But you may drown And never reach shore. And I don't want For another soul To just lay to waste Decaying in the sorrows Of someone else's Tragedy

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Long live the revolution said a rebel once Agitate against Fight for the right Fight for the oppressed But **** We are ******* On every outcast who stood And stared back at 'god' . **** GOD . We outrage More than ever Fight with fingers To start a revolution From the bed Hatred is easy It sells fast Actually we're lazy So, it'll forever last . The need to be right Is no longer true Only thing you need Is a lie A god **** lie To confuse the believers Flip the rage in a cage How can The revolution live long When the revolution Is nothing but evolution To a false solution Without conclusion.

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Mar 4, 2020

Mar 4, 2020 at 12:49 PM UTC

apurv_10

Long live the revolution

Long live the revolution said a rebel once Agitate against Fight for the right Fight for the oppressed But **** We are ******* On every outcast who stood And stared back at 'god' . **** GOD . We outrage More than ever Fight with fingers To start a revolution From the bed Hatred is easy It sells fast Actually we're lazy So, it'll forever last . The need to be right Is no longer true Only thing you need Is a lie A god **** lie To confuse the believers Flip the rage in a cage How can The revolution live long When the revolution Is nothing but evolution To a false solution Without conclusion.

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She looks down the street Desperate for another shot at the night She likes the danger And brings home every stranger Not for the thrill Not always at their will But what else can she do Her heart still has no clue

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Mar 4, 2020

Mar 4, 2020 at 12:44 PM UTC

apurv_10

Angels of the night

She looks down the street Desperate for another shot at the night She likes the danger And brings home every stranger Not for the thrill Not always at their will But what else can she do Her heart still has no clue

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The idea of people is an insult on human condition. There's nothing left in my heart than shear disillusion for those who say I'm your friend. What does a friend means anyway? Just an equally dissatisfied consumer of society? I don't know sometimes. I just wish we could erase memories like we erase our names from chalkboards. Easy, Swift and effective. . Then again what to do with this beautiful life that is nothing but a bad waste of time. I wish we could commit suicides while existing, because it's too much for us to take pity of others and their sympathy. Opinions and questions which are as useless as sweaters in Summers. . It never goes away, it always haunts behind the curtains. Always ready to embrace me when I'm even a bit satisfied with myself. What is this? Who is it? I don't know, and I don't even wish to know. I'm better at being worse, there's this strange comfort in knowing that you can't be anymore disappointed and dissatisfied than you already are. Existence is for sissies who sleep in their bedrooms till they're 80. I'd rather just disappear and refuse to be anything else than what I already am.

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Mar 2, 2020

Mar 2, 2020 at 12:38 PM UTC

apurv_10

Existence? Well what does it matter?

The idea of people is an insult on human condition. There's nothing left in my heart than shear disillusion for those who say I'm your friend. What does a friend means anyway? Just an equally dissatisfied consumer of society? I don't know sometimes. I just wish we could erase memories like we erase our names from chalkboards. Easy, Swift and effective. . Then again what to do with this beautiful life that is nothing but a bad waste of time. I wish we could commit suicides while existing, because it's too much for us to take pity of others and their sympathy. Opinions and questions which are as useless as sweaters in Summers. . It never goes away, it always haunts behind the curtains. Always ready to embrace me when I'm even a bit satisfied with myself. What is this? Who is it? I don't know, and I don't even wish to know. I'm better at being worse, there's this strange comfort in knowing that you can't be anymore disappointed and dissatisfied than you already are. Existence is for sissies who sleep in their bedrooms till they're 80. I'd rather just disappear and refuse to be anything else than what I already am.

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Does it really matter, if You remember my sweet innocence.. When I'm getting high And the sky is falling And I'm searching for your Elegance.. . I feel like I've been living in a shell.. Where nothing really matters much.. But I'm getting high.. And I'm getting low.. Everyday.. With someone new.. Still wondering.. And escaping through.. These broken paths.. And those broken homes.. . So, if you're getting lost.. And feel like shifting through.. This mysterious life... That we're cursed to follow.. We can be getting high.. Under the moon.. In the hallways of an old school.. Don't be afraid.. I'm here for good..

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Apr 29, 2018

Apr 29, 2018 at 7:28 AM UTC

apurv_10

And I'm getting high

Does it really matter, if You remember my sweet innocence.. When I'm getting high And the sky is falling And I'm searching for your Elegance.. . I feel like I've been living in a shell.. Where nothing really matters much.. But I'm getting high.. And I'm getting low.. Everyday.. With someone new.. Still wondering.. And escaping through.. These broken paths.. And those broken homes.. . So, if you're getting lost.. And feel like shifting through.. This mysterious life... That we're cursed to follow.. We can be getting high.. Under the moon.. In the hallways of an old school.. Don't be afraid.. I'm here for good..

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Awake. First thing you see. A vast radiant moon, Staring at you since eternity. Smile and feel the shallowness Of the dark beautiful night. Feel the wind in your hairs Whispering the songs of the dead. And wait, Your time will come Just before the morning sun. So, you better run and run Your time will come..

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Mar 31, 2018

Mar 31, 2018 at 2:29 PM UTC

apurv_10

Songs of the dead.

Awake. First thing you see. A vast radiant moon, Staring at you since eternity. Smile and feel the shallowness Of the dark beautiful night. Feel the wind in your hairs Whispering the songs of the dead. And wait, Your time will come Just before the morning sun. So, you better run and run Your time will come..

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Wow. I'm so sick of doubt The miserable life That we all lead And the lies That we feed Our children with . Same old story Everyday and every night Chained to our jobs We are not free From our own thoughts Which leads nowhere . But Wow. I'm so happy Cause I know the truth And the wise words Of prophets and saints That someday This will end . In my grave I'll be at peace And only then I will be free And I will forever be In your memory In your memory.

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Mar 2, 2018

Mar 2, 2018 at 12:28 AM UTC

apurv_10

Death is a friend.

Wow. I'm so sick of doubt The miserable life That we all lead And the lies That we feed Our children with . Same old story Everyday and every night Chained to our jobs We are not free From our own thoughts Which leads nowhere . But Wow. I'm so happy Cause I know the truth And the wise words Of prophets and saints That someday This will end . In my grave I'll be at peace And only then I will be free And I will forever be In your memory In your memory.

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There's a fire in my heart, that keeps me sane. It saves me from my demons When they come to haunt me And I need a savior To take away the pain. . And I fear the moonlight It reminds me of her smile So, I hide behind the curtains Staring at empty walls As I try to forget her eyes And the way she lied. . My glass remains empty I need another bottle of wine The smoke from my cigarette Never goes out of my sight People call me crazy now For loving her madly. . But all my love is gone now There's nothing beneath this skin And I'm paying for my sins Cause I gave her all I had But she threw it all away Like I was some ugly flower In her garden, full of roses . Maybe there's no one for me Maybe I'm too crazy Maybe I'm too good Maybe I'm too honest Maybe I'm too insecure Or just maybe I'm doomed.

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Jan 11, 2018

Jan 11, 2018 at 1:19 PM UTC

apurv_10

Maybe there's no one for me

There's a fire in my heart, that keeps me sane. It saves me from my demons When they come to haunt me And I need a savior To take away the pain. . And I fear the moonlight It reminds me of her smile So, I hide behind the curtains Staring at empty walls As I try to forget her eyes And the way she lied. . My glass remains empty I need another bottle of wine The smoke from my cigarette Never goes out of my sight People call me crazy now For loving her madly. . But all my love is gone now There's nothing beneath this skin And I'm paying for my sins Cause I gave her all I had But she threw it all away Like I was some ugly flower In her garden, full of roses . Maybe there's no one for me Maybe I'm too crazy Maybe I'm too good Maybe I'm too honest Maybe I'm too insecure Or just maybe I'm doomed.

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Like a shadow on the ground I chased and followed you Till the end I was so close So oblivious Blinded by love I couldn't see What you did to me With your sweet smile And truthful lies . You took away my pain And reminded me Of all the things I could never be All the things I can never have And so, I cherished each moment Every kiss and each goodbye . And now That you have found Another sunshine I wonder how long It will take Till the darkness arrives again So you can love me again And tell me another lie To Fool me again.

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Dec 9, 2017

Dec 9, 2017 at 4:49 PM UTC

apurv_10

So you can love me again.

Like a shadow on the ground I chased and followed you Till the end I was so close So oblivious Blinded by love I couldn't see What you did to me With your sweet smile And truthful lies . You took away my pain And reminded me Of all the things I could never be All the things I can never have And so, I cherished each moment Every kiss and each goodbye . And now That you have found Another sunshine I wonder how long It will take Till the darkness arrives again So you can love me again And tell me another lie To Fool me again.

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We are gathered here in this sacred theatre to share our lust of life and poetry.. Here you can be anyone A poet, A misfit, A lonesome warrior.. When I was young I was told. Take your meal stupid child.. Don't you wanna grow up?? Don't you want to be big and powerful.. . . As a child we were told how beautiful and lovely this world is.. And you can be anything.. Through the depths of innocence And our fragile eyes, we saw this world as a radiant, beautiful place.. And there were signs of total chaos that we choose to ignore And buried our feelings like it didn't matter.. . . . Don't grow up.. Don't ever grow up.. Be a child .. Fillied with hope ..be persistent..Wear a majestic smile that can ease pain in strangers eyes.. Be fearless .. Just don't grow up, you know It's the end my friend Be a child forever.. Because the children are insane No pride, no respect, no false promises... Don't trade your vales to fit in.. Be crazy man.. Be unique . .Of all the things that you can be Just don't ever be lonely.. We live and we die And sometimes death not ends it.. I have seen the dead walking Trapped in a clueless maze No idea where to go Or where they came from . .. Did you know freedom is a lie? Are you free? Are you free of your insecurities Free form your responsibilities Are you a slave of money ? Can you live without your presious degree? Do you really love you job? Are you free from your own depressing thoughts??? So freedom is a lie.. And it only comes at a price.. . . We all wandering in this wilderness that we call life.. No matter how hard we try We can't make evil into good We can't turn the metal into gold If we seek the absolute truth Yess life can be so much painful Like a rotting piece of fruit which can't be saved But in the mist of hunger, violence and betrayal . . There are moments, you know Those small magical moments.. Which can revive the deceased In those moments the flower of our happiness blooms till eternity And those moments are worth the wait In those tiny moments Everything comes to life Everything shines bright Everything makes sense for a while So live for those moments And shine like a star my friend Shine like a star.

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Oct 24, 2017

Oct 24, 2017 at 4:54 AM UTC

apurv_10

A meaningless poem

We are gathered here in this sacred theatre to share our lust of life and poetry.. Here you can be anyone A poet, A misfit, A lonesome warrior.. When I was young I was told. Take your meal stupid child.. Don't you wanna grow up?? Don't you want to be big and powerful.. . . As a child we were told how beautiful and lovely this world is.. And you can be anything.. Through the depths of innocence And our fragile eyes, we saw this world as a radiant, beautiful place.. And there were signs of total chaos that we choose to ignore And buried our feelings like it didn't matter.. . . . Don't grow up.. Don't ever grow up.. Be a child .. Fillied with hope ..be persistent..Wear a majestic smile that can ease pain in strangers eyes.. Be fearless .. Just don't grow up, you know It's the end my friend Be a child forever.. Because the children are insane No pride, no respect, no false promises... Don't trade your vales to fit in.. Be crazy man.. Be unique . .Of all the things that you can be Just don't ever be lonely.. We live and we die And sometimes death not ends it.. I have seen the dead walking Trapped in a clueless maze No idea where to go Or where they came from . .. Did you know freedom is a lie? Are you free? Are you free of your insecurities Free form your responsibilities Are you a slave of money ? Can you live without your presious degree? Do you really love you job? Are you free from your own depressing thoughts??? So freedom is a lie.. And it only comes at a price.. . . We all wandering in this wilderness that we call life.. No matter how hard we try We can't make evil into good We can't turn the metal into gold If we seek the absolute truth Yess life can be so much painful Like a rotting piece of fruit which can't be saved But in the mist of hunger, violence and betrayal . . There are moments, you know Those small magical moments.. Which can revive the deceased In those moments the flower of our happiness blooms till eternity And those moments are worth the wait In those tiny moments Everything comes to life Everything shines bright Everything makes sense for a while So live for those moments And shine like a star my friend Shine like a star.

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