torchinorfanij - Hello Poetry

My smiles are fake and sad. Just look at the crease between the putrid corners of my lips. Chapped and corroded. Don't kiss me. I might infect you...

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Apr 8, 2020

Apr 8, 2020 at 4:41 PM UTC

Untitled

My smiles are fake and sad. Just look at the crease between the putrid corners of my lips. Chapped and corroded. Don't kiss me. I might infect you...

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If there truly is a balance, then for all the love we put out, there must be an equal amount of hate. Love and hate can never truly conquer each other, so we're forced to balance on the middle of a teeter totter that only gets faster and thinner as time takes its own separate toll on the body. I've been assured that life is a gift, but what is a gift to someone who doesn't like to receive but would rather give..? And quite frankly, I'd rather give up.

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Apr 8, 2020

Apr 8, 2020 at 9:59 AM UTC

The Gift

If there truly is a balance, then for all the love we put out, there must be an equal amount of hate. Love and hate can never truly conquer each other, so we're forced to balance on the middle of a teeter totter that only gets faster and thinner as time takes its own separate toll on the body. I've been assured that life is a gift, but what is a gift to someone who doesn't like to receive but would rather give..? And quite frankly, I'd rather give up.

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I feel awkward in my own bed. This square no longer feels like home. It no longer belongs to me. I don't know how to describe the feeling. I just feel empty, floating within a small space. I'm floating, within nothing. I'd like to die.

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Dec 22, 2019

Dec 22, 2019 at 2:06 AM UTC

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I feel awkward in my own bed. This square no longer feels like home. It no longer belongs to me. I don't know how to describe the feeling. I just feel empty, floating within a small space. I'm floating, within nothing. I'd like to die.

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Have you ever woken up and felt like you just don't belong So you lie there for an hour trying to convince yourself to stay strong And all a long You've had a song Stuck in your mind and it's uncanny How it reminds you of that one time when you thought that you were happy? I think it's more bitter than sweet now This food for thought is slightly rotten Altered memories but never quite forgotten I never did get over it I never really let go It's hard when you beat yourself up over things you can't control Then whip yourself for every mistake and **** up you've ever made For everything that you loved And then destroyed And then complained Like you didn't help create a connection from and edge on to a ridge And then got so scared that you just burned another bridge? While you were standing in the middle, high up on your cloud Your dreams are broken and you're falling to the ground Let's hear the sound Then watch a billion butterflies Drag my body from my feet and take my corpse in to the sky

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Oct 18, 2019

Oct 18, 2019 at 4:24 PM UTC

First Thoughts of the Day

Have you ever woken up and felt like you just don't belong So you lie there for an hour trying to convince yourself to stay strong And all a long You've had a song Stuck in your mind and it's uncanny How it reminds you of that one time when you thought that you were happy? I think it's more bitter than sweet now This food for thought is slightly rotten Altered memories but never quite forgotten I never did get over it I never really let go It's hard when you beat yourself up over things you can't control Then whip yourself for every mistake and **** up you've ever made For everything that you loved And then destroyed And then complained Like you didn't help create a connection from and edge on to a ridge And then got so scared that you just burned another bridge? While you were standing in the middle, high up on your cloud Your dreams are broken and you're falling to the ground Let's hear the sound Then watch a billion butterflies Drag my body from my feet and take my corpse in to the sky

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Your tears of a golden hue roll as tumble weeds across a pasture Sweat beads travel through a highway from your chest towards your hips Arms raised to the sky waiting for some kind of rapture The rain drops move the ponds edge to match the quiver in your lips Even small shakes are formed at the core Bored and alone, scorned off your throne might be the case Or you might just stare at the abyss Within infinite possibilities, where is my place? Where can you trace the third eye beginning to paint its own cyst Wandering through a series of articulate hallways Finger paintings and rough sketches define this maze A quill dipped in blood rewrites the phrase To be or not to be To me its honestly just another phase A life long transition towards death

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Aug 3, 2019

Aug 3, 2019 at 10:07 PM UTC

A stupid "poem"

Your tears of a golden hue roll as tumble weeds across a pasture Sweat beads travel through a highway from your chest towards your hips Arms raised to the sky waiting for some kind of rapture The rain drops move the ponds edge to match the quiver in your lips Even small shakes are formed at the core Bored and alone, scorned off your throne might be the case Or you might just stare at the abyss Within infinite possibilities, where is my place? Where can you trace the third eye beginning to paint its own cyst Wandering through a series of articulate hallways Finger paintings and rough sketches define this maze A quill dipped in blood rewrites the phrase To be or not to be To me its honestly just another phase A life long transition towards death

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If there is a god, then **** you If this is a simulation, then really? Aliens just littering and leaving behind their sentient trash This was all a mistake Or a cruel joke Or an unfortunate turn of events I don't care Just turn it off.

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Jun 29, 2019

Jun 29, 2019 at 3:21 PM UTC

Existential

If there is a god, then **** you If this is a simulation, then really? Aliens just littering and leaving behind their sentient trash This was all a mistake Or a cruel joke Or an unfortunate turn of events I don't care Just turn it off.

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I feel so alone Just my thoughts and I. I hate them, Though they must love me. They follow me everywhere I go They are the base of my dreams They are my breakfast, lunch and dinner I'm overweight with thoughts But I have a problem As full as I get, I never seem to stop being hungry Always this feeling of an empty void A swirling black hole that will never be satisfied No matter how much I put in to it I will forever be obese Appetite for Self Destruction I'm nauseous

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Jun 3, 2019

Jun 3, 2019 at 1:20 PM UTC

Untitled

I feel so alone Just my thoughts and I. I hate them, Though they must love me. They follow me everywhere I go They are the base of my dreams They are my breakfast, lunch and dinner I'm overweight with thoughts But I have a problem As full as I get, I never seem to stop being hungry Always this feeling of an empty void A swirling black hole that will never be satisfied No matter how much I put in to it I will forever be obese Appetite for Self Destruction I'm nauseous

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Ahh, yes. The most philosophical inquiry of our times Why Am I Like This ? We used to ponder about the stars Now I wonder why I feel so sad every time I watch them twinkle in the vast loneliness that is the reflection in my eyes . We used to question gods and create epics and fables to better understand the world around us Now I want to never see this planet again I'm tired of fantastical stories, unrealistic expectations and faith based interpretations of my broken reality If there is a god, it owes us all an apology . We would strive A pursuit of knowledge, the ultimate form of nirvana Now I wish I didn't think at all and could be a mindless, happy follower But I know too much And somehow still manage to be a fool . Why am I like this?

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May 28, 2019

May 28, 2019 at 9:29 AM UTC

Why Am I Like This?

Ahh, yes. The most philosophical inquiry of our times Why Am I Like This ? We used to ponder about the stars Now I wonder why I feel so sad every time I watch them twinkle in the vast loneliness that is the reflection in my eyes . We used to question gods and create epics and fables to better understand the world around us Now I want to never see this planet again I'm tired of fantastical stories, unrealistic expectations and faith based interpretations of my broken reality If there is a god, it owes us all an apology . We would strive A pursuit of knowledge, the ultimate form of nirvana Now I wish I didn't think at all and could be a mindless, happy follower But I know too much And somehow still manage to be a fool . Why am I like this?

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I sit around on the floor, naked and alone Waiting for the phone to ring to take me home How am I supposed to reach out when it's not manly to cry Or want to die Or want to give up when everyone tells you to smile Your arms can't embrace my soul Only the carcass that holds bile No one wants to deal with your ******** Not even for the slightest while You're better off dead Or offline Or on meds On your off time On your soft bed With one leg Swinging off the edge Hoping there's no bottom when you land upon your head Because You've landed on your feet and broken both ankles Pulled a muscle Tore a meniscus Bruised your hips Split your lip trying to stand Just to be told Don't beat yourself up What the **** Am I both the bully and the victim? Can this vicious cycle called life create such a ****** up system? I'm no martyr. I'm just a sorry ************ who hates himself knowing others have it harder And still feels so desperate Love is such a desolate area in my chest that it Seems remote and unwelcoming But with a well rested estimate Of all the energy that it takes the human body to frown And make sure that there is still enough fuel to run that trip, but not turn around I swear I'll drive us in to a river. Say one more thing to **** me off I've been searching for the excuse to deliver. I don't just want to die I want to erase any part of my existence so no one will hurt or cry Or wonder why It would make it all so much easier Life's not a ***** She's simply a tease with no way of ever truly pleasing her.

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May 12, 2019

May 12, 2019 at 1:16 PM UTC

Heavy Thinking Addiction

I sit around on the floor, naked and alone Waiting for the phone to ring to take me home How am I supposed to reach out when it's not manly to cry Or want to die Or want to give up when everyone tells you to smile Your arms can't embrace my soul Only the carcass that holds bile No one wants to deal with your ******** Not even for the slightest while You're better off dead Or offline Or on meds On your off time On your soft bed With one leg Swinging off the edge Hoping there's no bottom when you land upon your head Because You've landed on your feet and broken both ankles Pulled a muscle Tore a meniscus Bruised your hips Split your lip trying to stand Just to be told Don't beat yourself up What the **** Am I both the bully and the victim? Can this vicious cycle called life create such a ****** up system? I'm no martyr. I'm just a sorry ************ who hates himself knowing others have it harder And still feels so desperate Love is such a desolate area in my chest that it Seems remote and unwelcoming But with a well rested estimate Of all the energy that it takes the human body to frown And make sure that there is still enough fuel to run that trip, but not turn around I swear I'll drive us in to a river. Say one more thing to **** me off I've been searching for the excuse to deliver. I don't just want to die I want to erase any part of my existence so no one will hurt or cry Or wonder why It would make it all so much easier Life's not a ***** She's simply a tease with no way of ever truly pleasing her.

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You watch a smile as it drains the life from your cold lips. Speechless. Amazed and disappointed. Painful joy. Bittersweet, as they say. But i say... Fluttering Fleeting Fleeing Feeling too god **** much. You watch as starry eyes turn yours in to a black hole sun Star man. Your flight is over.

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Apr 21, 2019

Apr 21, 2019 at 2:54 PM UTC

A Stupid Poem

You watch a smile as it drains the life from your cold lips. Speechless. Amazed and disappointed. Painful joy. Bittersweet, as they say. But i say... Fluttering Fleeting Fleeing Feeling too god **** much. You watch as starry eyes turn yours in to a black hole sun Star man. Your flight is over.

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