knowledgegonzalez - Hello Poetry

He stood there... In shock.. Starring ..... crying . .... He hasn’t looked away Since the second he walked in.. while high on the acid he was gonna do with ....his best friend The Same friend he now saw Lying dead on the floor. Laying limp against a wall, That looked Like it was a canvas For very beautiful and dark abstract art .....painted with blood they loved having deep Acid induced conversations which he was looking forward to But ... before he could surprise her wit it, He found her....Lisa. Lisa., Who’s head now..... Was mostly on the walls & floor In fragments Left reflecting imagery of horror but .. somehow .. still ... it was beautiful hard to explain... or maybe it was the acid ... or... maybe It was beautiful.... and as the coroner and police arrive still ... his eyes Stay glued to the wall Hypnotized by the blood stained with pinks Purples and reds. chunks of her cranium spread, Leaving subtle traces of a peace of mind .... that’s not a piece of mind. thats when Lisa’s mother Slowly Walks over.... crying uncontrollably still in shock She asks: “are you ok? “Let’s go....come on...” and though she said this to him.... Her body language ...... Like his..... indicated ...... that she could not walk away and now she also stares ...... he says ... “I’m a bit in shock I think ..... I can’t help feel guilt.... feeling maybe ... I could have done .....more She was my best friend...” and as he says this his cries finally Burst out but .... still he hasn’t talkin his eyes off the wall her mom replied “ she loved you so much ...” and still ... tbey stare. both crying. Then he says : “Do you think ammonia will be Used to clean this wall up??” her mom was Puzzled by the question and replied: “I’m ... not sure ....why?” he says “Because ... I think this will sound crazy ... but... the way her blood , And splattered.... It’s..... it’s beautiful..... And this caused them both to cry even harder... but also..... breaking a smile for a split Second as they both knew the comment ... was obscure and out of place .... But as they both still stare ... Hypnotized by the wall..... they both knew it Was said genuinely.... Then he says .... “I really wish she could see this ...” Her mom even more perplexed now says: “Why?” still, Not looking away he says: ...because ... she always said ..... she felt ugly ... actually, she said She was ugly .... Her mom says : ...I know ... the kids were relentless when it came to teasing her it got worse as a teen in school I think .... she heard it so much .... That she believed it... that’s why she’d always say it... She would call herself ugly more than her bullies did ... He says : “ I know ... she said it so much to me That after a while I’d get sick of hearing it ... And often told her it annoyed me Her mom says .... “ I know ... I’d always tell her true beauty is when you’re beautiful on the inside... That’s what is important.... ( both Still starring) he says : “....ya...ironic isn’t it .....” Her mom: “What is?” He says : ....that she wasn’t ugly at all her beauty was like ..... Like ... The Mona Lisa.... Off putting..... esoteric.... but .... beautiful... and when this wall gets cleaned ... it’ll be ...ammonia Lisa ... she be exactly what she thought she wasn’t .... beautiful. Beautiful as art..... Just like the “Mona Lisa”.. Ammonia lisa. Like a painting so beautiful Even her insides that should be Hard to look at .... are left like a symbolic piece of art Leaving her to be what she never felt she was ....Beautiful.... like A Mona Lisa..... ammonia Lisa ... even harder now....they cried together.... almost wanting to laugh .... still starring .... starring at the beauty that was painted in horror and pain.. like the most beautiful tragic art... ......Ammonia Lisa ....

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Jul 14, 2019

Jul 14, 2019 at 2:34 PM UTC

Ammonia Lisa

He stood there... In shock.. Starring ..... crying . .... He hasn’t looked away Since the second he walked in.. while high on the acid he was gonna do with ....his best friend The Same friend he now saw Lying dead on the floor. Laying limp against a wall, That looked Like it was a canvas For very beautiful and dark abstract art .....painted with blood they loved having deep Acid induced conversations which he was looking forward to But ... before he could surprise her wit it, He found her....Lisa. Lisa., Who’s head now..... Was mostly on the walls & floor In fragments Left reflecting imagery of horror but .. somehow .. still ... it was beautiful hard to explain... or maybe it was the acid ... or... maybe It was beautiful.... and as the coroner and police arrive still ... his eyes Stay glued to the wall Hypnotized by the blood stained with pinks Purples and reds. chunks of her cranium spread, Leaving subtle traces of a peace of mind .... that’s not a piece of mind. thats when Lisa’s mother Slowly Walks over.... crying uncontrollably still in shock She asks: “are you ok? “Let’s go....come on...” and though she said this to him.... Her body language ...... Like his..... indicated ...... that she could not walk away and now she also stares ...... he says ... “I’m a bit in shock I think ..... I can’t help feel guilt.... feeling maybe ... I could have done .....more She was my best friend...” and as he says this his cries finally Burst out but .... still he hasn’t talkin his eyes off the wall her mom replied “ she loved you so much ...” and still ... tbey stare. both crying. Then he says : “Do you think ammonia will be Used to clean this wall up??” her mom was Puzzled by the question and replied: “I’m ... not sure ....why?” he says “Because ... I think this will sound crazy ... but... the way her blood , And splattered.... It’s..... it’s beautiful..... And this caused them both to cry even harder... but also..... breaking a smile for a split Second as they both knew the comment ... was obscure and out of place .... But as they both still stare ... Hypnotized by the wall..... they both knew it Was said genuinely.... Then he says .... “I really wish she could see this ...” Her mom even more perplexed now says: “Why?” still, Not looking away he says: ...because ... she always said ..... she felt ugly ... actually, she said She was ugly .... Her mom says : ...I know ... the kids were relentless when it came to teasing her it got worse as a teen in school I think .... she heard it so much .... That she believed it... that’s why she’d always say it... She would call herself ugly more than her bullies did ... He says : “ I know ... she said it so much to me That after a while I’d get sick of hearing it ... And often told her it annoyed me Her mom says .... “ I know ... I’d always tell her true beauty is when you’re beautiful on the inside... That’s what is important.... ( both Still starring) he says : “....ya...ironic isn’t it .....” Her mom: “What is?” He says : ....that she wasn’t ugly at all her beauty was like ..... Like ... The Mona Lisa.... Off putting..... esoteric.... but .... beautiful... and when this wall gets cleaned ... it’ll be ...ammonia Lisa ... she be exactly what she thought she wasn’t .... beautiful. Beautiful as art..... Just like the “Mona Lisa”.. Ammonia lisa. Like a painting so beautiful Even her insides that should be Hard to look at .... are left like a symbolic piece of art Leaving her to be what she never felt she was ....Beautiful.... like A Mona Lisa..... ammonia Lisa ... even harder now....they cried together.... almost wanting to laugh .... still starring .... starring at the beauty that was painted in horror and pain.. like the most beautiful tragic art... ......Ammonia Lisa ....

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We sacrifice what’s valuable for less Than it accrues in interest on your debt Which will only double like the puddles When tears from struggles and regret Come to collect your self respect if our soul was fashionable you can bet Most people would strangle the life from it, just to wear it around their neck under the impression our possessions worth the Misdirection from stressin including the Indiscretions collectiin Like it’s infection is a blessin Ignoring what’s left in its lessons like imperfections are progression Lack of investment in self affection leaves us detesting our Reflection Masking insecurities with our ******** women with make up, no exemption Our projected Self imagerys Placed above our spiritual growth, causin is the tension The Self hatred, suicide, depression We forgot who we were impressin our vanity is insanity, and its calamity is savagery but these obsessions are Useless as thoughts and prayers Or Facebook profile pics with frames Showing support for tragic Terrorist attacks, or mass shootings that aim at the innocent, but the truth is Most don’t care, as much as they buzz They do it to feel better about doing nothing, when even donating blood, is doing more that fake Facebook posts Of useless sympathy could ever It’s just condescending well wishes from fake ******* we all must endeavour As if were all eating each other’s ******** Putting on fake fronts for other fakes like a masquerade for assholes,to dress like **** heads, for other ******* snakes and it’s hilarious, but also nefarious, just like your local politician who’s poisonous like physicians, sellin big pharmas drugs wit prescriptions causing opioid epidemic, addiction but cognitive dissonance is positioned So whistle blowing, the little knowing is labelled conspiracy theory so vision Is lost when brainwash takes intuition leaving thought useless like tuition why invest in an education system when our own government ****** isn’t societys becoming economical prison but we just allow the constant piracy too self indulgent to protect our rights to protest and fight, so our privacy Like freedom of speech, gone entirely before anyone starts their ******* too distracted by issues for division media creating bias’ on our television Instigating prevention of unity risen til our power in numbers gives immunity strategically calculated, and predicated on us inadvertently granting impunity to the rich and powerful when brutally is gun smoke, and cut throat lunacy expressed in attitude to our neighbours, how can strangers have a community? narrow minded views cause collision sexuality, race, and gender, opinions arguing over the illusion of equality ignoring quality, still we argue religion and beliefs, that make us see difference Instead of what’s common, our positions On protecting our family, our jobs, the fundamentals in the life we are livin too blind to see any of it clearly Most of our control we lost when ignored busy hating each other while the real threats are laughing at how poor and how stupid, petty, and ridiculous do you think rich powerful men Give a **** what god another rich man prays to, or if and when He chooses to have *** who he bends Over and rams? Cuz really ...in truth Sexuality is irrelevant in this case Cuz we’re all about to get ******* but what the hell do I know? True. I’m just a self righteous dude with words but one day we’re gonna be like caged parrots who look up at other birds Who fly free in the sky and pity them for not having their own little space like they do not recognizing freedom, thinking his cage is a home

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Jul 13, 2019

Jul 13, 2019 at 7:14 PM UTC

A Caged Bird

We sacrifice what’s valuable for less Than it accrues in interest on your debt Which will only double like the puddles When tears from struggles and regret Come to collect your self respect if our soul was fashionable you can bet Most people would strangle the life from it, just to wear it around their neck under the impression our possessions worth the Misdirection from stressin including the Indiscretions collectiin Like it’s infection is a blessin Ignoring what’s left in its lessons like imperfections are progression Lack of investment in self affection leaves us detesting our Reflection Masking insecurities with our ******** women with make up, no exemption Our projected Self imagerys Placed above our spiritual growth, causin is the tension The Self hatred, suicide, depression We forgot who we were impressin our vanity is insanity, and its calamity is savagery but these obsessions are Useless as thoughts and prayers Or Facebook profile pics with frames Showing support for tragic Terrorist attacks, or mass shootings that aim at the innocent, but the truth is Most don’t care, as much as they buzz They do it to feel better about doing nothing, when even donating blood, is doing more that fake Facebook posts Of useless sympathy could ever It’s just condescending well wishes from fake ******* we all must endeavour As if were all eating each other’s ******** Putting on fake fronts for other fakes like a masquerade for assholes,to dress like **** heads, for other ******* snakes and it’s hilarious, but also nefarious, just like your local politician who’s poisonous like physicians, sellin big pharmas drugs wit prescriptions causing opioid epidemic, addiction but cognitive dissonance is positioned So whistle blowing, the little knowing is labelled conspiracy theory so vision Is lost when brainwash takes intuition leaving thought useless like tuition why invest in an education system when our own government ****** isn’t societys becoming economical prison but we just allow the constant piracy too self indulgent to protect our rights to protest and fight, so our privacy Like freedom of speech, gone entirely before anyone starts their ******* too distracted by issues for division media creating bias’ on our television Instigating prevention of unity risen til our power in numbers gives immunity strategically calculated, and predicated on us inadvertently granting impunity to the rich and powerful when brutally is gun smoke, and cut throat lunacy expressed in attitude to our neighbours, how can strangers have a community? narrow minded views cause collision sexuality, race, and gender, opinions arguing over the illusion of equality ignoring quality, still we argue religion and beliefs, that make us see difference Instead of what’s common, our positions On protecting our family, our jobs, the fundamentals in the life we are livin too blind to see any of it clearly Most of our control we lost when ignored busy hating each other while the real threats are laughing at how poor and how stupid, petty, and ridiculous do you think rich powerful men Give a **** what god another rich man prays to, or if and when He chooses to have *** who he bends Over and rams? Cuz really ...in truth Sexuality is irrelevant in this case Cuz we’re all about to get ******* but what the hell do I know? True. I’m just a self righteous dude with words but one day we’re gonna be like caged parrots who look up at other birds Who fly free in the sky and pity them for not having their own little space like they do not recognizing freedom, thinking his cage is a home

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My environment raised me to fantasize and romanticize fairytale plots Constantly told Everyones special, but if everyone’s special, is special... not told violence isn’t the answer, but grown men start wars, told its childish to fully Manipulate and intimidate at school... like adult workplaces don’t have bullies My lack of contentment and resentment are petty and petulant, so I’ll recant it but impossible expectations make failure an inevitable feeling as disenchantment comes from being sold magic and gold dreams were told to chase and harbour but reality showed the fallacy, cuz the only happy endings are in massage parlours Cuz maturation, brings lacerations a mental state knowing only ************ for self exploration, so complications with my identity caused me exasperation so my child will learn of the wild waitin Nothing inhumane, just rationalization No Unrealistic imagery, or idealistic epiphany, just realizations Instead of illusions most institutions that directly rooted, or Alluded Being intoxicated left toxic hatred, I got from the delusive undiluted Euphoric delusion, an intrusion conducive with ecstasy come downs, now habitual feeling missed opportunities residual like manifestation of the metaphysical actually exists, it insists, a ritual a nagging cyst that sits, subliminal like a psyches itch, that persists, and only exists, cuz I can’t resist, being miserable but what is emphatically unequivocal makes me combatively typical Like my psychosis births mitosis roaches that are magically cynical like an angry lucky charms leprechaun who’s going insane, way passed clinical cuz I’m too myopic to see this topic, making me neurotic, isn’t the typical response cuz logic isnt the pinnacle when trying to ration what is invisible and take the hypothetically and try to remedy, what’s not theoretically divisible So I’m left where I began, remaining Knowing my complaining, is draining Partially wishing, for the convincing the world is beautiful, the painting I use to see when faith in humans and in destiny, still arresting me instead of seeing how dark and cold it is, unable to ignore the unpleasantry life isn’t all jewels and sparkling glitter Happy thoughts & rainbows and that Doesn’t change earths mean maggots Like jean jackets bedazzled, it’s still crap

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Jul 13, 2019

Jul 13, 2019 at 6:43 PM UTC

A Bedazzled Jean Jacket

My environment raised me to fantasize and romanticize fairytale plots Constantly told Everyones special, but if everyone’s special, is special... not told violence isn’t the answer, but grown men start wars, told its childish to fully Manipulate and intimidate at school... like adult workplaces don’t have bullies My lack of contentment and resentment are petty and petulant, so I’ll recant it but impossible expectations make failure an inevitable feeling as disenchantment comes from being sold magic and gold dreams were told to chase and harbour but reality showed the fallacy, cuz the only happy endings are in massage parlours Cuz maturation, brings lacerations a mental state knowing only ************ for self exploration, so complications with my identity caused me exasperation so my child will learn of the wild waitin Nothing inhumane, just rationalization No Unrealistic imagery, or idealistic epiphany, just realizations Instead of illusions most institutions that directly rooted, or Alluded Being intoxicated left toxic hatred, I got from the delusive undiluted Euphoric delusion, an intrusion conducive with ecstasy come downs, now habitual feeling missed opportunities residual like manifestation of the metaphysical actually exists, it insists, a ritual a nagging cyst that sits, subliminal like a psyches itch, that persists, and only exists, cuz I can’t resist, being miserable but what is emphatically unequivocal makes me combatively typical Like my psychosis births mitosis roaches that are magically cynical like an angry lucky charms leprechaun who’s going insane, way passed clinical cuz I’m too myopic to see this topic, making me neurotic, isn’t the typical response cuz logic isnt the pinnacle when trying to ration what is invisible and take the hypothetically and try to remedy, what’s not theoretically divisible So I’m left where I began, remaining Knowing my complaining, is draining Partially wishing, for the convincing the world is beautiful, the painting I use to see when faith in humans and in destiny, still arresting me instead of seeing how dark and cold it is, unable to ignore the unpleasantry life isn’t all jewels and sparkling glitter Happy thoughts & rainbows and that Doesn’t change earths mean maggots Like jean jackets bedazzled, it’s still crap

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Don’t try to fit in, in fact, try to be more odd If you don’t see bereavements as achievements it’s your view that’s flawed which explains why I see motivation where you see peasants Why you see failure not experience, Or a curse where I see a present It’s all in attitude, your approach how you perceive progression You see scars, I see trophies, you see mistakes I see lessons, You say life’s hell, I see heaven They say reality is perception that’s why Wasted time and money look identical to a good investment So when I see hard work pay off You’ll just see it as luck and scoff which I see as inspiration for you but all you see is a loss all you see is where you are, so where you could be is robbed But if you can’t see achievement in bereavements it’s your view thats flawed if you can’t see trophies not scars Or lessons and not mistakes then you’ll never get why I see u ****** yourself, where u swear your bein raped

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Mar 10, 2018

Mar 10, 2018 at 2:23 AM UTC

Perception is reality

Don’t try to fit in, in fact, try to be more odd If you don’t see bereavements as achievements it’s your view that’s flawed which explains why I see motivation where you see peasants Why you see failure not experience, Or a curse where I see a present It’s all in attitude, your approach how you perceive progression You see scars, I see trophies, you see mistakes I see lessons, You say life’s hell, I see heaven They say reality is perception that’s why Wasted time and money look identical to a good investment So when I see hard work pay off You’ll just see it as luck and scoff which I see as inspiration for you but all you see is a loss all you see is where you are, so where you could be is robbed But if you can’t see achievement in bereavements it’s your view thats flawed if you can’t see trophies not scars Or lessons and not mistakes then you’ll never get why I see u ****** yourself, where u swear your bein raped

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He stood there... Starring ..... Just ... crying ... and .... Starring .... He hasn’t looked away Since the second he walked in And found his best friend Lisa dead ....Who’s head..... Was mostly covering the wall That was behind her..... like an Erie painting meant to be horrific..., but somehow .... still ... it was....beautiful ....hard to explain... But.....beautiful.... and as the police arrive still his eyes.... They Stay glued to the wall blood stained with reds, chunks spread, Leaving subtle traces of pinks and Purples .... then Lisa’s mother still crying asks: “are you ok? “Let’s go....come on... and though she said this to him.... Her body language ...... Like his..... indicted ...... that she could not walk away and now she also stares ...... he says ... “I’m a bit in shock I think ..... And feel guilt from feeling maybe ... I could have done .....more Lisa was my best friend...” and as he says this his cries Burst out and breaks harder ..... but .... never talkin his eyes off the wall her mom replied “ she loved you so much ..” and still tbey stare , both crying. Then he says : “Do you think ammonia will be Used to clean this up??” Puzzled, her mom replies : “I’m not sure ....why?” he says; “Because ... I think this will sound crazy but... the way her blood , And all her insides splattered.... It’s..... it’s beautiful..... And this caused them both to cry even harder... , but also..... Chuckle for a split Second as they both knew the comment ... was Seemingly out of place .... But as they both still stare ... Hypnotized by the wall..... they both knew it Was said genuinely.... Then he says .... I really wish she could see this ... Her mom even mow perplexed says: “Why?” and still, Never looking away he says: ...because ... she always said ..... she felt ugly ... said .... She was ugly .... Her mom says : ...I know ... she was teased a lot in school I think .... I think she said it so much .... That she believed it... He says : “ I know ... she said it so much to me That after a while I’d get sick of hearing it ... And often told her.... Her mom says .... “ I know ... you always said Being beautiful on the inside was More important.... ( Still starring) he says : “....ya...ironic isn’t it .....” Her mom: “What is?” He says : ....that she wasn’t ugly at all her beauty was like ..... Like ... Mona Lisa.... Off putting.....esoteric.... but .....beautiful... and when they clean it ... ....it’ll be ammonia Lisa ... left ...... To be..... what she thought she wasn’t .... beautiful ... Beautiful as art..... Like a painting so beautiful Even her insides that should be Hard to look at .... are left like a symbolic piece of art ... the leaves her looking the way she never felt she was .... Beautiful.... like A Mona Lisa.....ammonia Lisa even harder .... ......now they cried , almost wanting to laugh .... still starring starring at the beauty that was painted in pain... art... like A Mona Lisa.... ......Ammonia Lisa ....

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Dec 17, 2017

Dec 17, 2017 at 4:49 AM UTC

Ammonia Lisa

He stood there... Starring ..... Just ... crying ... and .... Starring .... He hasn’t looked away Since the second he walked in And found his best friend Lisa dead ....Who’s head..... Was mostly covering the wall That was behind her..... like an Erie painting meant to be horrific..., but somehow .... still ... it was....beautiful ....hard to explain... But.....beautiful.... and as the police arrive still his eyes.... They Stay glued to the wall blood stained with reds, chunks spread, Leaving subtle traces of pinks and Purples .... then Lisa’s mother still crying asks: “are you ok? “Let’s go....come on... and though she said this to him.... Her body language ...... Like his..... indicted ...... that she could not walk away and now she also stares ...... he says ... “I’m a bit in shock I think ..... And feel guilt from feeling maybe ... I could have done .....more Lisa was my best friend...” and as he says this his cries Burst out and breaks harder ..... but .... never talkin his eyes off the wall her mom replied “ she loved you so much ..” and still tbey stare , both crying. Then he says : “Do you think ammonia will be Used to clean this up??” Puzzled, her mom replies : “I’m not sure ....why?” he says; “Because ... I think this will sound crazy but... the way her blood , And all her insides splattered.... It’s..... it’s beautiful..... And this caused them both to cry even harder... , but also..... Chuckle for a split Second as they both knew the comment ... was Seemingly out of place .... But as they both still stare ... Hypnotized by the wall..... they both knew it Was said genuinely.... Then he says .... I really wish she could see this ... Her mom even mow perplexed says: “Why?” and still, Never looking away he says: ...because ... she always said ..... she felt ugly ... said .... She was ugly .... Her mom says : ...I know ... she was teased a lot in school I think .... I think she said it so much .... That she believed it... He says : “ I know ... she said it so much to me That after a while I’d get sick of hearing it ... And often told her.... Her mom says .... “ I know ... you always said Being beautiful on the inside was More important.... ( Still starring) he says : “....ya...ironic isn’t it .....” Her mom: “What is?” He says : ....that she wasn’t ugly at all her beauty was like ..... Like ... Mona Lisa.... Off putting.....esoteric.... but .....beautiful... and when they clean it ... ....it’ll be ammonia Lisa ... left ...... To be..... what she thought she wasn’t .... beautiful ... Beautiful as art..... Like a painting so beautiful Even her insides that should be Hard to look at .... are left like a symbolic piece of art ... the leaves her looking the way she never felt she was .... Beautiful.... like A Mona Lisa.....ammonia Lisa even harder .... ......now they cried , almost wanting to laugh .... still starring starring at the beauty that was painted in pain... art... like A Mona Lisa.... ......Ammonia Lisa ....

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when suicide, is glued inside The will to survive, in you divides And when it gets too hard to deny Do or die, becomes do and die.... So I divise a list wit a few or five Plus 7 for 12 ways to do it by And if I left a letter for suicide Itd be this list and ***** it bye": Knife to my throat is felt Gun in my mouth, then squeeze Inject ****** in myself to help Permanently put me out, and sleep Infront of a bus, I just leap Cut my wrists, and slit deep Find someone to lay wit aids and sleep If they refuse I'll **** like a creep Start my cars engine, take a seat parked in my garage that's closed attach the exhaust pipe to a hose Then inhale til pale, all the smoke Go to a kkk rally, all black clothes Blasting Rap music, then I'd say I'm a Jewish Muslim feminist against ****** & flamboyantly gay While I burn a confederate flag And If that don't get me killed dad says I dont finish what I start, he'll be proud cuz this time will So the bathtub with water I'll fill Then Plug in my radio and shower For execution by electrocution or just Jump off the cn tower Skip like a school girl in rush hour Across the highway until Im hit Climb in a dumpster on garbage day before their pick up and sit And that's another 12 that's it I reject what many call a gift To reimburse this curse, that birth Gave hurt, but I know this... That.when suicides glued inside will ...to survive, in ...you divides It's too hard to.deny so you decide, That Do or die, is do and die

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Oct 16, 2017

Oct 16, 2017 at 2:50 AM UTC

12 ways to commit suicide

when suicide, is glued inside The will to survive, in you divides And when it gets too hard to deny Do or die, becomes do and die.... So I divise a list wit a few or five Plus 7 for 12 ways to do it by And if I left a letter for suicide Itd be this list and ***** it bye": Knife to my throat is felt Gun in my mouth, then squeeze Inject ****** in myself to help Permanently put me out, and sleep Infront of a bus, I just leap Cut my wrists, and slit deep Find someone to lay wit aids and sleep If they refuse I'll **** like a creep Start my cars engine, take a seat parked in my garage that's closed attach the exhaust pipe to a hose Then inhale til pale, all the smoke Go to a kkk rally, all black clothes Blasting Rap music, then I'd say I'm a Jewish Muslim feminist against ****** & flamboyantly gay While I burn a confederate flag And If that don't get me killed dad says I dont finish what I start, he'll be proud cuz this time will So the bathtub with water I'll fill Then Plug in my radio and shower For execution by electrocution or just Jump off the cn tower Skip like a school girl in rush hour Across the highway until Im hit Climb in a dumpster on garbage day before their pick up and sit And that's another 12 that's it I reject what many call a gift To reimburse this curse, that birth Gave hurt, but I know this... That.when suicides glued inside will ...to survive, in ...you divides It's too hard to.deny so you decide, That Do or die, is do and die

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i try to work with a punctilious attitude, and be conscientious but it's tedious bein fastidious vs. mischievous and pretentious condescending, persnickety assiduously, picky people who keep nitpicking, snippy, sickly while judgemental they're evil jerks, sedulously deceitful methodical when diabolical it's ridiculous how meticulous these hypocrites are symbolical is ice, so suffice is a Popsicle society for sobriety is invidious i drown in tears while amphibious are the oblivious, and supercilious who **** me like the lascivious but most are naturally perfidious & birth of its insipid incipience always was, humans are hideous and maniacal like puritanical was a mechanical part of biology which is like psychology based on astrology, so even mycology can't explain some guys fungi and some try to think logically but being **** about hypocrisy in thought can be, like ****** to the psyche, a likely lobotomy cuz conscience is mythological cuz wealth perpetual, comes to the less ethical so impossible is altruism, as cynicism feeds the vision of their egotism til rights far from wrong like paganism is to catholicism that's why i live metaphysical A mental visual state that invisible where happiness is centrical and by sacrifice isn't divisible or only seen by our peripherals cuz it's the only way comin to bliss the only invention to fight tension for prevention of cuttin my wrists

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Sep 16, 2017

Sep 16, 2017 at 2:08 AM UTC

misanthropy

i try to work with a punctilious attitude, and be conscientious but it's tedious bein fastidious vs. mischievous and pretentious condescending, persnickety assiduously, picky people who keep nitpicking, snippy, sickly while judgemental they're evil jerks, sedulously deceitful methodical when diabolical it's ridiculous how meticulous these hypocrites are symbolical is ice, so suffice is a Popsicle society for sobriety is invidious i drown in tears while amphibious are the oblivious, and supercilious who **** me like the lascivious but most are naturally perfidious & birth of its insipid incipience always was, humans are hideous and maniacal like puritanical was a mechanical part of biology which is like psychology based on astrology, so even mycology can't explain some guys fungi and some try to think logically but being **** about hypocrisy in thought can be, like ****** to the psyche, a likely lobotomy cuz conscience is mythological cuz wealth perpetual, comes to the less ethical so impossible is altruism, as cynicism feeds the vision of their egotism til rights far from wrong like paganism is to catholicism that's why i live metaphysical A mental visual state that invisible where happiness is centrical and by sacrifice isn't divisible or only seen by our peripherals cuz it's the only way comin to bliss the only invention to fight tension for prevention of cuttin my wrists

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Why do women that i like Always say **** like "I like you , but I'm not ready for something serious!"....right .... Sounds like ******** to me Cuz if she liked me she'd be Ready, but instead she Doesn't sag what she means Cuz what she means is "I think I'll wait for someone better" Cuz I'm good enough to be Friend zoned, but she'll never Admit I'm not good enough ever Cuz I've seen this before Some people get scared hearing Gun shots but A closing door Causes me way more horror Cuz truth is the whole package Doesn't consist of a fat body Cuz I maybe cute but unattractive Overall, so overhauled yet again Is the familiar reflection That personifies rejection So I'll answer the question Of why she doesn't like me Cuz I'm a sketchers, not Nike a no name handbag, when Gucci Gets the coochi, so ***** likely Will go to some ******* unlike me With less heart to offer who will take her for granted But as long as he's hotter Or makes money like a doctor He's automatically above I guess that's why I need drugs The only substitution for love To fill, what never will be filled By a companion, cuz a bangin Full gallery of Personality,, don't Beat salary, so hangin Like a man from a rope as suicide takes air out his throat Left dead, is my chance to advance like I choke on hops So of course back to dope Is how I cope, but I know that All I have to offer, isn't hotter than the beauty of a 6 pack Left wishing I was like crack Like I was anything that stops me From being inferior, like an exterior Less inferior, so she'd want me But like always all I'm wanting Seems to just be too much why can't someone want me and not be , saying what she does when she doesn't say what she says , not saying it cuz she don't wanna be rude and say The truth... I'm just not enough

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Jul 16, 2017

Jul 16, 2017 at 11:38 PM UTC

Argh

Why do women that i like Always say **** like "I like you , but I'm not ready for something serious!"....right .... Sounds like ******** to me Cuz if she liked me she'd be Ready, but instead she Doesn't sag what she means Cuz what she means is "I think I'll wait for someone better" Cuz I'm good enough to be Friend zoned, but she'll never Admit I'm not good enough ever Cuz I've seen this before Some people get scared hearing Gun shots but A closing door Causes me way more horror Cuz truth is the whole package Doesn't consist of a fat body Cuz I maybe cute but unattractive Overall, so overhauled yet again Is the familiar reflection That personifies rejection So I'll answer the question Of why she doesn't like me Cuz I'm a sketchers, not Nike a no name handbag, when Gucci Gets the coochi, so ***** likely Will go to some ******* unlike me With less heart to offer who will take her for granted But as long as he's hotter Or makes money like a doctor He's automatically above I guess that's why I need drugs The only substitution for love To fill, what never will be filled By a companion, cuz a bangin Full gallery of Personality,, don't Beat salary, so hangin Like a man from a rope as suicide takes air out his throat Left dead, is my chance to advance like I choke on hops So of course back to dope Is how I cope, but I know that All I have to offer, isn't hotter than the beauty of a 6 pack Left wishing I was like crack Like I was anything that stops me From being inferior, like an exterior Less inferior, so she'd want me But like always all I'm wanting Seems to just be too much why can't someone want me and not be , saying what she does when she doesn't say what she says , not saying it cuz she don't wanna be rude and say The truth... I'm just not enough

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She sits on the toilet seat, in her washroom crying. Holding a razor so sharp, It could tear her flesh, Until it causes her veins, To slowly drain, the unbearable pain That stains... just as the blood would..... leaving a puddle, Symbolizing her troubles That she could no longer try to struggle with. So as she sits on the toilet, Hoping to cut herself, Just like the knives did when her friends stabbed her in the back. She antagonizes herself, to instigate and encourage, What she sees as courage To end an existence, she feels Is worthless. So on purpose, She Forces out the memories, The memories of all the love she gave..... Never returned. All the family who's backs turned, All the people she loved, Now lost, left in an urn. She thinks of all the attention She got from being fat, And all the attention she did not get because of that. She thinks of all the times, she was left to pick up the pieces of her broken heart. She thinks of all the lonely nights She cried herself to sleep. All the faded dreams The insecurities that scream, And the empty, broken promises. She thinks of all the debt, Being broke, working a dead end job, She busts her *** at, For a boss who constantly degrades her. Just so her parents can give her a look of disappointment, at every Holiday, And family gathering, That speaks in silence saying: "Why did you drop out of college" "Why can't you be more like your sister" She thinks of all her friends, Who got married, and had kids, And how she now stopped wondering why no one loves her.... Because..... How could they? So she accepts, What she feels, as true. Feeling like she has nothing to offer. Feeling like a constant failure who's Only progression, she stands possessing Is waking up and not feeling the depression... So she cuts, Now Bleeding, Frustrated with herself, knowing it isn't deep enough. Only to leave a scar, Just like the other countless attempts that failed in the past, When she sat, on her toilet Wanting to die.... Til all that crosses her mind, is the nauseating, annoying, question: "Can't I do anything right?".... ...all she wants is for the pain to stop. All she wants, Is to be free of the panic attacks. Free of feeling like a burden to those around her. Free of the perpetual pessimistic thoughts, that now plague her, As hopes of the manifestation Of happiness, Are gone, and have only left her bitter. So as she cuts again, using more force, She prays to a god she no longer Believes in, For the strength, to be weak enough... to end it... Still crying, And still denying, That anything but dying Will ever bring her a piece of peace....

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Jul 15, 2017

Jul 15, 2017 at 5:45 AM UTC

Drowning

She sits on the toilet seat, in her washroom crying. Holding a razor so sharp, It could tear her flesh, Until it causes her veins, To slowly drain, the unbearable pain That stains... just as the blood would..... leaving a puddle, Symbolizing her troubles That she could no longer try to struggle with. So as she sits on the toilet, Hoping to cut herself, Just like the knives did when her friends stabbed her in the back. She antagonizes herself, to instigate and encourage, What she sees as courage To end an existence, she feels Is worthless. So on purpose, She Forces out the memories, The memories of all the love she gave..... Never returned. All the family who's backs turned, All the people she loved, Now lost, left in an urn. She thinks of all the attention She got from being fat, And all the attention she did not get because of that. She thinks of all the times, she was left to pick up the pieces of her broken heart. She thinks of all the lonely nights She cried herself to sleep. All the faded dreams The insecurities that scream, And the empty, broken promises. She thinks of all the debt, Being broke, working a dead end job, She busts her *** at, For a boss who constantly degrades her. Just so her parents can give her a look of disappointment, at every Holiday, And family gathering, That speaks in silence saying: "Why did you drop out of college" "Why can't you be more like your sister" She thinks of all her friends, Who got married, and had kids, And how she now stopped wondering why no one loves her.... Because..... How could they? So she accepts, What she feels, as true. Feeling like she has nothing to offer. Feeling like a constant failure who's Only progression, she stands possessing Is waking up and not feeling the depression... So she cuts, Now Bleeding, Frustrated with herself, knowing it isn't deep enough. Only to leave a scar, Just like the other countless attempts that failed in the past, When she sat, on her toilet Wanting to die.... Til all that crosses her mind, is the nauseating, annoying, question: "Can't I do anything right?".... ...all she wants is for the pain to stop. All she wants, Is to be free of the panic attacks. Free of feeling like a burden to those around her. Free of the perpetual pessimistic thoughts, that now plague her, As hopes of the manifestation Of happiness, Are gone, and have only left her bitter. So as she cuts again, using more force, She prays to a god she no longer Believes in, For the strength, to be weak enough... to end it... Still crying, And still denying, That anything but dying Will ever bring her a piece of peace....

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They taught us growing up When violence was the topic That it is not the answer Only to see we support war for profit Told to be yourself, Don't follow the crowd, but fact When u do so, and it's too esoteric They say: "no! not like that" Teach us not to bully, as if adults Are above it like they lament It's existence, only to see it occur In workplaces and social events Teach us tolerance only to find out Tolerance only applies If ur not religious, cultured, ugly, a minority, trans gender gay or bi Told they thought the earth was flat, only to find out it's not Now some say again it's flat, and from the past ud think we got The lesson this taught Which is to stay open and stop To question what we think we know But still most never thought To challenge the media, government, what we're fed And choose to be fools, give up our Privacy, lemmings off the edge Supporting a fight against terrorism, that's a lie , cuz what Is really going on is ulterior motive Swept under the rug As real issues like pharmaceutical Drugs given by our own is most Alarming as it's harming, so many who now overdosed So teach whats not taught Cuz what's taught, has not Taught us what independent thinking, can bring and stop The lies, before our demise Implies what you'll find soon As it's too late, at this rate Which is we will be doomed

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Feb 20, 2017

Feb 20, 2017 at 7:38 PM UTC

The lies we're told..

They taught us growing up When violence was the topic That it is not the answer Only to see we support war for profit Told to be yourself, Don't follow the crowd, but fact When u do so, and it's too esoteric They say: "no! not like that" Teach us not to bully, as if adults Are above it like they lament It's existence, only to see it occur In workplaces and social events Teach us tolerance only to find out Tolerance only applies If ur not religious, cultured, ugly, a minority, trans gender gay or bi Told they thought the earth was flat, only to find out it's not Now some say again it's flat, and from the past ud think we got The lesson this taught Which is to stay open and stop To question what we think we know But still most never thought To challenge the media, government, what we're fed And choose to be fools, give up our Privacy, lemmings off the edge Supporting a fight against terrorism, that's a lie , cuz what Is really going on is ulterior motive Swept under the rug As real issues like pharmaceutical Drugs given by our own is most Alarming as it's harming, so many who now overdosed So teach whats not taught Cuz what's taught, has not Taught us what independent thinking, can bring and stop The lies, before our demise Implies what you'll find soon As it's too late, at this rate Which is we will be doomed

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