piper-wilde - Hello Poetry

Guiltless but bound by societies shackles The innocent are incarcerated Chained by taboos and unwritten laws Nobody dares speak up Ingrained in the people Poisoning minds Breaking and binding their souls Creativity dies in massive genocide Everything must be conformed And when something stands up against the approved Then it is labeled wrong. But why live in such a strangled state Why not challenge it all?

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Nov 11, 2014

Nov 11, 2014 at 7:39 PM UTC

Different

Guiltless but bound by societies shackles The innocent are incarcerated Chained by taboos and unwritten laws Nobody dares speak up Ingrained in the people Poisoning minds Breaking and binding their souls Creativity dies in massive genocide Everything must be conformed And when something stands up against the approved Then it is labeled wrong. But why live in such a strangled state Why not challenge it all?

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My heart is beating But I am not alive. Yet with blood flowing through my veins I cannot claim the sweet victory of death. Rather, the meaningless days consume me Passing by so easily as I whither away. They laugh and grin as time wastes them. But I find it leaves a bitter taste on my lips, That causes me to sometimes wonder If I am doomed to die with my last breath, Leaving behind legends of nothingness, And no one to remember my name.

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Nov 5, 2014

Nov 5, 2014 at 10:00 AM UTC

Oblivion

My heart is beating But I am not alive. Yet with blood flowing through my veins I cannot claim the sweet victory of death. Rather, the meaningless days consume me Passing by so easily as I whither away. They laugh and grin as time wastes them. But I find it leaves a bitter taste on my lips, That causes me to sometimes wonder If I am doomed to die with my last breath, Leaving behind legends of nothingness, And no one to remember my name.

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It's 3 am. Again. I'm wide awake. There's no reason for you to haunt me And yet, the permanent ache residing in my chest is starting to feel normal. I've begun to forget the life I had before this. I'm hollowed out, my insides scraped away by everything and nothing at all. At night, I reminisce half-fantasying a life we never lived. And dully, I remember all the places our bodies met but never touched. My thoughts run away from me again. I think of you. I think of me. I think of us. No. There was never an us. Not really. There was always a space in between, So we'd never had to feel. And still, your departure has left me with a wound too deep to ever heal.

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Nov 3, 2014

Nov 3, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC

3 am.

It's 3 am. Again. I'm wide awake. There's no reason for you to haunt me And yet, the permanent ache residing in my chest is starting to feel normal. I've begun to forget the life I had before this. I'm hollowed out, my insides scraped away by everything and nothing at all. At night, I reminisce half-fantasying a life we never lived. And dully, I remember all the places our bodies met but never touched. My thoughts run away from me again. I think of you. I think of me. I think of us. No. There was never an us. Not really. There was always a space in between, So we'd never had to feel. And still, your departure has left me with a wound too deep to ever heal.

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