lisa-lesetedi - Hello Poetry

From the womb we are taught to idealize the prospect of employment...and everything that comes after is done in attempt to attain a job All the years of school...the pre-job jobs...the extra curricular activities that sparkle like a diamond among shattered glass or dreams on a CV because employed is secure... employed is safe... employed is smart... employed is successful Your mom was hoping you would be an accountant like her but daddy thought you'd be a better scientist...so they made you do everything and by the time you realized that you didn't want to do any of those things...you had spread yourself so thin that the wind carried you in every direction and non of them was right... That didn't really matter as long as you made enough to live in comfort...luxury is like the coin you find under your pillow in return for your fallen tooth...except instead of teeth it's your dreams that you have to trade in... Because unemployed is unstable Unemployed is without purpose Unemployed is poor Unemployed is a failure So it doesn't really matter what you are...just as long as you're not unemployed.

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Jun 13, 2018

Jun 13, 2018 at 2:47 PM UTC

unemployment

From the womb we are taught to idealize the prospect of employment...and everything that comes after is done in attempt to attain a job All the years of school...the pre-job jobs...the extra curricular activities that sparkle like a diamond among shattered glass or dreams on a CV because employed is secure... employed is safe... employed is smart... employed is successful Your mom was hoping you would be an accountant like her but daddy thought you'd be a better scientist...so they made you do everything and by the time you realized that you didn't want to do any of those things...you had spread yourself so thin that the wind carried you in every direction and non of them was right... That didn't really matter as long as you made enough to live in comfort...luxury is like the coin you find under your pillow in return for your fallen tooth...except instead of teeth it's your dreams that you have to trade in... Because unemployed is unstable Unemployed is without purpose Unemployed is poor Unemployed is a failure So it doesn't really matter what you are...just as long as you're not unemployed.

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These feet were not made to walk on glass.. So forgive me if I shatter your expectations.. Midnight will reveal my true form... And beneath all that which I have been adorned, I am the worst thing to happen to existence... I am human.

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Aug 30, 2017

Aug 30, 2017 at 7:56 PM UTC

Sketch.

These feet were not made to walk on glass.. So forgive me if I shatter your expectations.. Midnight will reveal my true form... And beneath all that which I have been adorned, I am the worst thing to happen to existence... I am human.

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This is a pain you can't read about...etched to my soul from the bowels of hell... A darkness I beseech to escape... A nightmare inescapable...suffocating my very being... heart knocking against it's cages , in attempt to abdicate ... But I'm subject to the pain... Bullet wounds through my chest I'm a victim to cupids arrow... I'm bleeding love ... Into your silver chalice and you sip the life from me... Through all the barricades you find me and adorn me in gold chains, like slavery ... This is what I am to you... I look in the mirror and see your reflection... I'm in love with your evil.

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Feb 13, 2017

Feb 13, 2017 at 7:03 PM UTC

Untitled

This is a pain you can't read about...etched to my soul from the bowels of hell... A darkness I beseech to escape... A nightmare inescapable...suffocating my very being... heart knocking against it's cages , in attempt to abdicate ... But I'm subject to the pain... Bullet wounds through my chest I'm a victim to cupids arrow... I'm bleeding love ... Into your silver chalice and you sip the life from me... Through all the barricades you find me and adorn me in gold chains, like slavery ... This is what I am to you... I look in the mirror and see your reflection... I'm in love with your evil.

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I wanna be somewhere on a beach right now…and not those busy beaches where everyone goes and takes aesthetically pleasing photos… Just some quiet place where I can play slow soul soothing songs in foreign languages so that I can feel them better than I can understand…and watch the waves come crashing beneath my feet…and when they return into the vastness of fallen sky…they would take all my pain, all my bruises and worries with them… I would sit there for hours and hours reading books and writing poetry…until the sun comes down for an evening swim and the moon comes out to birth stars and glaze the night sky…this is midnight city…and I’m the only resident…then eventually I close my eyes and float off into nightmares of my reality…kissing me softly like an abusive lover in apology…but I’m immune to it all…because in that moment Right there Right then I would have tasted freedom.

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Jan 23, 2017

Jan 23, 2017 at 5:11 PM UTC

Untitled

I wanna be somewhere on a beach right now…and not those busy beaches where everyone goes and takes aesthetically pleasing photos… Just some quiet place where I can play slow soul soothing songs in foreign languages so that I can feel them better than I can understand…and watch the waves come crashing beneath my feet…and when they return into the vastness of fallen sky…they would take all my pain, all my bruises and worries with them… I would sit there for hours and hours reading books and writing poetry…until the sun comes down for an evening swim and the moon comes out to birth stars and glaze the night sky…this is midnight city…and I’m the only resident…then eventually I close my eyes and float off into nightmares of my reality…kissing me softly like an abusive lover in apology…but I’m immune to it all…because in that moment Right there Right then I would have tasted freedom.

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Let’s talk about the 1 too many times you’ve allowed yourself to settle…because you’re always comparing yourself to somebody, doing math equations in your head, where you never add up… to the plate and you always hungry for something. Or the 2 people constantly on your mind… you and the person you wish you could become… But never do because when you’re custom made , not everyone can fit into your life…and in all honesty you would rather suit to everyone’s liking…right?… you always gotta act “right” so you’re not left… Or the 3am thoughts about those three words you’ve forbidden yourself to say and that you try to drown out with loud music and “meaningful” conversation with strangers that don’t really mean all that much to you once you see them for what they really are…a way to pass the time…except time is an illusion that you can never escape until you see it for what it is…a puppet…with the strings in your hand to manipulate… Or even the years you spent waiting 4 “the one” Hoping that they could bring happiness into your life and help you do the whole life thing…help you understand it a little better. Except life is a ***** and you married it. Then you wake up every morning for the the rest of your life.. 5 minutes before your alarm with a pain in your chest… And you would sigh heavily at the realisation that you were just dreaming … And think to yourself….is this all there is to life? **** THIS IS IT.

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Jan 23, 2017

Jan 23, 2017 at 5:06 PM UTC

MATH EQUATIONS

Let’s talk about the 1 too many times you’ve allowed yourself to settle…because you’re always comparing yourself to somebody, doing math equations in your head, where you never add up… to the plate and you always hungry for something. Or the 2 people constantly on your mind… you and the person you wish you could become… But never do because when you’re custom made , not everyone can fit into your life…and in all honesty you would rather suit to everyone’s liking…right?… you always gotta act “right” so you’re not left… Or the 3am thoughts about those three words you’ve forbidden yourself to say and that you try to drown out with loud music and “meaningful” conversation with strangers that don’t really mean all that much to you once you see them for what they really are…a way to pass the time…except time is an illusion that you can never escape until you see it for what it is…a puppet…with the strings in your hand to manipulate… Or even the years you spent waiting 4 “the one” Hoping that they could bring happiness into your life and help you do the whole life thing…help you understand it a little better. Except life is a ***** and you married it. Then you wake up every morning for the the rest of your life.. 5 minutes before your alarm with a pain in your chest… And you would sigh heavily at the realisation that you were just dreaming … And think to yourself….is this all there is to life? **** THIS IS IT.

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We’re making memories of nights that seem all too familiar Cause we did this last week but got too intoxicated to remember Now we’ve gotta do it again and see if it gets any better.. Like taking pictures…except no matter how many times you retake the picture the smile doesn’t look or become anymore genuine.. Like digging for treasure in the same empty spot hoping you’ll get closer the deeper you go… Then you realize you’re the treasure and a coffin is your treasure box. Then again you don’t really mind dying cause you don’t really have much to live for.. Waking up without a purpose is like eating food when you aren’t hungry… Or Drinking water when you aren’t thirsty… It just isn’t as good… Then you starve yourself hoping you might wake up hungry for life… Or that for a split second you’ll get to taste what it feels like to be completely, wholey and unconditionally HAPPY. And a genuine happy too… Not the kind that ends books or movies. Not the one shown in tumblr quotes or magazines… But the one written deep within the confines of your body…and radiates as far as your soul can reach.

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Dec 11, 2016

Dec 11, 2016 at 8:33 PM UTC

3am Canvas

We’re making memories of nights that seem all too familiar Cause we did this last week but got too intoxicated to remember Now we’ve gotta do it again and see if it gets any better.. Like taking pictures…except no matter how many times you retake the picture the smile doesn’t look or become anymore genuine.. Like digging for treasure in the same empty spot hoping you’ll get closer the deeper you go… Then you realize you’re the treasure and a coffin is your treasure box. Then again you don’t really mind dying cause you don’t really have much to live for.. Waking up without a purpose is like eating food when you aren’t hungry… Or Drinking water when you aren’t thirsty… It just isn’t as good… Then you starve yourself hoping you might wake up hungry for life… Or that for a split second you’ll get to taste what it feels like to be completely, wholey and unconditionally HAPPY. And a genuine happy too… Not the kind that ends books or movies. Not the one shown in tumblr quotes or magazines… But the one written deep within the confines of your body…and radiates as far as your soul can reach.

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The stars in my eyes are shooting, Arrows of love to pierce mans chest Reaching beyond protection vests It’s a war of ages, Over treasure concealed in rib cages, Between love and hate Memories we wish we could create What if I told you that throwing was reverse catching Would you throw golden eggs against the walls and hope that it was love that was hatching What if I told you that I drink dry water every morning hoping it would quench the thirst that love has etched to my throat… Or that oxygen suffocates me… That I seem to be ascending to heaven… in a sinking boat… Would any of it make sense to you? Would it make the love i want you to have for me true…?

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Dec 7, 2016

Dec 7, 2016 at 8:47 PM UTC

Love Fantasies

The stars in my eyes are shooting, Arrows of love to pierce mans chest Reaching beyond protection vests It’s a war of ages, Over treasure concealed in rib cages, Between love and hate Memories we wish we could create What if I told you that throwing was reverse catching Would you throw golden eggs against the walls and hope that it was love that was hatching What if I told you that I drink dry water every morning hoping it would quench the thirst that love has etched to my throat… Or that oxygen suffocates me… That I seem to be ascending to heaven… in a sinking boat… Would any of it make sense to you? Would it make the love i want you to have for me true…?

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What is to come?   From a world where our children are given guns to play with,   It’s not the squirting of water,or release of plastic bullets, it’s the message we shoot into their heads .  Triggering violence from adolescence. Planting seeds of hate, And watering them with spilled blood .  Waiting for the fruit to ripen, but it never does,  Now we have the taste of bitterness lingering on our mouths.  That bitterness stays on our tongues , So that when we speak, that’s all that comes out.  You see Somehow the fruit is never as sweet as when it’s forbidden.  Sugared by sin,  Borrowed from thy neighbor, because when it’s sin there’s always enough to go around. What is to come?  From a world where we are told to express ourselves , but within the guidelines.  Told that the world is your canvas , but restricted to only the color white.  It isn’t as pure as it seems.  Underneath the white paint lies splashes of read , gushing from a black body.  There is no canvas, all we are given is a painted picture, of what perfect looks like.  So that we Erase anything that doesn’t fit the image.   The slightest difference is reason for war.  Be it the quantity of melanin  Be it religion  Be it Gender. What is to come?  Of a world that is only tolerable through the shade of intoxication . Where pills serve as capsules of happiness   We are our biggest enemy,  Our pain is self inflected. If this is what it is ,to be human   What is the cure?

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Jul 8, 2016

Jul 8, 2016 at 11:09 PM UTC

50 shades of truth.

What is to come?   From a world where our children are given guns to play with,   It’s not the squirting of water,or release of plastic bullets, it’s the message we shoot into their heads .  Triggering violence from adolescence. Planting seeds of hate, And watering them with spilled blood .  Waiting for the fruit to ripen, but it never does,  Now we have the taste of bitterness lingering on our mouths.  That bitterness stays on our tongues , So that when we speak, that’s all that comes out.  You see Somehow the fruit is never as sweet as when it’s forbidden.  Sugared by sin,  Borrowed from thy neighbor, because when it’s sin there’s always enough to go around. What is to come?  From a world where we are told to express ourselves , but within the guidelines.  Told that the world is your canvas , but restricted to only the color white.  It isn’t as pure as it seems.  Underneath the white paint lies splashes of read , gushing from a black body.  There is no canvas, all we are given is a painted picture, of what perfect looks like.  So that we Erase anything that doesn’t fit the image.   The slightest difference is reason for war.  Be it the quantity of melanin  Be it religion  Be it Gender. What is to come?  Of a world that is only tolerable through the shade of intoxication . Where pills serve as capsules of happiness   We are our biggest enemy,  Our pain is self inflected. If this is what it is ,to be human   What is the cure?

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2am juices,  I’m pouring myself onto this canvas   Let’s have a glass..  Off myself uncensored…  My canvas black and white  Like stars in the night Can you hear them shooting?  Splashes of red, gushing out the wounds  Ancestors rising out the tombs…  What are you willing to sacrifice? They say life is a gamble, except somebody already threw the dice..  We are slaves to the forces …  Married to a chosen fate ,without room for divorces…  You see The canvas …has been painted  All that’s left,   Is for you to open the doors that frame it..

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Jun 14, 2016

Jun 14, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC

Untitled

2am juices,  I’m pouring myself onto this canvas   Let’s have a glass..  Off myself uncensored…  My canvas black and white  Like stars in the night Can you hear them shooting?  Splashes of red, gushing out the wounds  Ancestors rising out the tombs…  What are you willing to sacrifice? They say life is a gamble, except somebody already threw the dice..  We are slaves to the forces …  Married to a chosen fate ,without room for divorces…  You see The canvas …has been painted  All that’s left,   Is for you to open the doors that frame it..

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I met a Prince He taught me that princes don't alway charm No fairytales...he was as real as the sound of my alarm I woke up Realized that sometimes a Kiss from a Princess isn't enough To break the walls of insecurity the world built so tough I met a Prince... He taught me that princes don't always charm ... He ,like the rest of us had the world do him harm... Crowned by thorns Monsters are made Not born ... I met a prince He taught me that princes don't always charm The world isn't conducive for charm to bloom in... He wore a crown of imperfections but that made him human. He proved that fairytales don't exist But I learned to see beauty in the beast.

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Apr 30, 2016

Apr 30, 2016 at 8:03 PM UTC

Princes dont always charm...

I met a Prince He taught me that princes don't alway charm No fairytales...he was as real as the sound of my alarm I woke up Realized that sometimes a Kiss from a Princess isn't enough To break the walls of insecurity the world built so tough I met a Prince... He taught me that princes don't always charm ... He ,like the rest of us had the world do him harm... Crowned by thorns Monsters are made Not born ... I met a prince He taught me that princes don't always charm The world isn't conducive for charm to bloom in... He wore a crown of imperfections but that made him human. He proved that fairytales don't exist But I learned to see beauty in the beast.

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