vivian-sin - Hello Poetry

I don't want to read, I don't want to write. Because If the poet's not Dead, There's hope for their success, and a reminder of why I won't have mine. My husband's Famous. His Girlfriend's Fine. He's On Wikipedia. Maybe I'll pick up my pen and start writing mine.

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Oct 2, 2015

Oct 2, 2015 at 4:17 AM UTC

Sylvia Plath

I don't want to read, I don't want to write. Because If the poet's not Dead, There's hope for their success, and a reminder of why I won't have mine. My husband's Famous. His Girlfriend's Fine. He's On Wikipedia. Maybe I'll pick up my pen and start writing mine.

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Sometimes I feel like there is more than just air in between our bodies than these bricks. There's tension in between the concrete, You are here wondering when i'd leave. I'm here thinking That i should do what you believe. Is It worth it? 2759 days, you could write a book, get a job, Maybe out of this country. There is No white. I Am not white. If anything, I'm grey. I want to stay, But here you are, Pushing me away. You don't want to see me because one day you won't. Maybe I'll stop pursuing this case. There would been have hope for A different situation. But you got your mind made up On fate.

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Oct 2, 2015

Oct 2, 2015 at 4:14 AM UTC

Husband And A Jail Cell

Sometimes I feel like there is more than just air in between our bodies than these bricks. There's tension in between the concrete, You are here wondering when i'd leave. I'm here thinking That i should do what you believe. Is It worth it? 2759 days, you could write a book, get a job, Maybe out of this country. There is No white. I Am not white. If anything, I'm grey. I want to stay, But here you are, Pushing me away. You don't want to see me because one day you won't. Maybe I'll stop pursuing this case. There would been have hope for A different situation. But you got your mind made up On fate.

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I love Grief. Grief is the only thing that keeps humans going. Happiness slows us down, Sadness Hinders you, Anger Blinds you. Grief Gives you A Goal. When Your Luck pops right back Up, You will Succeed.

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Oct 2, 2015

Oct 2, 2015 at 4:01 AM UTC

Grief

I love Grief. Grief is the only thing that keeps humans going. Happiness slows us down, Sadness Hinders you, Anger Blinds you. Grief Gives you A Goal. When Your Luck pops right back Up, You will Succeed.

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Pity is the worst comfort you can give anyone. They keep coming back for more. Addiction, like a drug The truth is the worst lie you have ever heard. You don't want to accept it. Your in denial. Evil is your lover. You say it offers you freedom. It only offers you a path to doom.

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May 12, 2014

May 12, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC

What it is.

Pity is the worst comfort you can give anyone. They keep coming back for more. Addiction, like a drug The truth is the worst lie you have ever heard. You don't want to accept it. Your in denial. Evil is your lover. You say it offers you freedom. It only offers you a path to doom.

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The world we live in is a Cruel, vicious place, where the lowest in society is used as toys to the rich, implements of torture is no longer used for punishment. Now, for the pleasure and the merriment. What good out of the agony and distress gives you satisfaction? Ask yourself are you human ? A human,would have beared compassion. Not like those But, i understand, even if i don't, That times have changed. This is the modern society. Attitudes changed. People change! We do what we have to do to adjust with amendments made. Some say 'life was better back then'. Was it? The slavery, the long winter wars, the awful hierarchy. How is it all better? Maybe it was. Maybe it was not. everything fits into place now. Technology is our distraction from the world around us. It's for the best' How would i know? Life clearly isn't a fairy-tale. Maybe that is a good thing. Maybe... Not What is Reality?

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May 12, 2014

May 12, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC

Who I am , We are?

The world we live in is a Cruel, vicious place, where the lowest in society is used as toys to the rich, implements of torture is no longer used for punishment. Now, for the pleasure and the merriment. What good out of the agony and distress gives you satisfaction? Ask yourself are you human ? A human,would have beared compassion. Not like those But, i understand, even if i don't, That times have changed. This is the modern society. Attitudes changed. People change! We do what we have to do to adjust with amendments made. Some say 'life was better back then'. Was it? The slavery, the long winter wars, the awful hierarchy. How is it all better? Maybe it was. Maybe it was not. everything fits into place now. Technology is our distraction from the world around us. It's for the best' How would i know? Life clearly isn't a fairy-tale. Maybe that is a good thing. Maybe... Not What is Reality?

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Somethings are meant to stay six-foot underground. Whether Alive and breathing or Truly dead. but, does it matter? Like choosing between dancing with fire, engulfed by flames, or being locked in a passionate kiss with death. Everyone meets their fate. Death. But, death would not take me. No matter how many limbs I broke, How many arteries I slashed. It was there for another hundred years to torment me. People wanted to know whats my secret, I told them to ask death. They laughed. But it is true. I've met death. And he is a stone cold ******* Don't worry, you'll meet 'it' one day. Your time will be up, soon enough.

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May 7, 2014

May 7, 2014 at 6:47 AM UTC

Death, I've met 'it'

Somethings are meant to stay six-foot underground. Whether Alive and breathing or Truly dead. but, does it matter? Like choosing between dancing with fire, engulfed by flames, or being locked in a passionate kiss with death. Everyone meets their fate. Death. But, death would not take me. No matter how many limbs I broke, How many arteries I slashed. It was there for another hundred years to torment me. People wanted to know whats my secret, I told them to ask death. They laughed. But it is true. I've met death. And he is a stone cold ******* Don't worry, you'll meet 'it' one day. Your time will be up, soon enough.

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You can't even trust the signs of "authentic" and "genuine" anymore. The word human does not even assure me. This, I abhor. Is it so alluring to be someone you are not? What have we become? 'Concealing our imperfections.' Someone with emotions, real feelings. Someone with more than just hoax motions. That is the true crime: losing who you are. discriminating yourself. Becoming Artificial. We humans, are Superficial.

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May 7, 2014

May 7, 2014 at 3:30 AM UTC

Aritificial

You can't even trust the signs of "authentic" and "genuine" anymore. The word human does not even assure me. This, I abhor. Is it so alluring to be someone you are not? What have we become? 'Concealing our imperfections.' Someone with emotions, real feelings. Someone with more than just hoax motions. That is the true crime: losing who you are. discriminating yourself. Becoming Artificial. We humans, are Superficial.

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She fed her own sick, twisted nature, with the pain and grief of others, Oh, how I pity her ever so poor mother, for one just cannot teach herself hatred, As a poet once cruelly, bluntly stated. Her kindness slowly degraded, As she was hated. But, she was not to blame. For she was once trapped in her own sick game.

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May 4, 2014

May 4, 2014 at 6:33 AM UTC

My Bully

She fed her own sick, twisted nature, with the pain and grief of others, Oh, how I pity her ever so poor mother, for one just cannot teach herself hatred, As a poet once cruelly, bluntly stated. Her kindness slowly degraded, As she was hated. But, she was not to blame. For she was once trapped in her own sick game.

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Define Reality. The endless battles of society. How each step up the chains increases business gains. But not only concieves a heresy, A path they think they are forced to follow. Whatever happened to YOLO? We do not choose our own path, but we are never forced to follow.

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May 3, 2014

May 3, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC

Our Society.

Define Reality. The endless battles of society. How each step up the chains increases business gains. But not only concieves a heresy, A path they think they are forced to follow. Whatever happened to YOLO? We do not choose our own path, but we are never forced to follow.

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