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3.8k · Feb 2017
If Society Was A Person
Adelaide London Feb 2017
If society was a person
it would be a girl with
perfect hair.
If society was a person
it would be a burden too heavy to bear.

I society was a person,
it would have rotten insides.
If society was a person,
it would be a Rottweiler
or a runaway bride.

If society was a person,
it would be a student
and ideas it would seek.
If society was a person,
it would be as sharp as a mountains peak.

If society was a person,
it would smell like sweatshirts and gigs.
If society was a person,
it would hide behind colourful wigs.

If society was a person,
consider it suicidal.
If society was a person,
its acts would all be genocidal.

Society is a thing,
heinous but misunderstood,
Society is ruined,
like the embers of burnt wood.

We broke it
Not bothered to fix it
Want to know it
Want to change it
Go and understand it
Change it
Break it
Make it
But I’m just a writer,
What should I know about it?
But I'm just a writer, What should I know about it?
1.7k · May 2017
Giving Up
Adelaide London May 2017
Dear People Who Have Given Up,

Please start trying,
Otherwise it's not fair on me.
Breaking down is so much easier than staying strong. It's too bad that I'm doing the latter :)

I sound selfish, I know... :(
1.0k · Jun 2017
Between Two Best Friends
Adelaide London Jun 2017
When I was at school,
I sat inbetween two best friends.
They would pass notes over me
talk over me.
Like I didn't exist.
Like they didn't care.

When I was at school,
I sat between two best friends,
I wouldn't try and talk to them
smile at them.
I wouldn't dare.

When I was at school,
I sat between two best friends
so when the teacher asked
'Who's partner?'
They'd say
"Us Miss!"

I'd say
'Nobody Miss'
But she wouldn't hear.
So
on a dreary Thursday
-periods three and four-
I would sit by myself in Music class
all alone by the piano.

When I was at school,
I sat between two best friends.
isn't it sad how I seemed to
look forward to their conversations?
Don't look at me like that.
I didn't have any other ones to look forward to.

When I was at school,
I sat between two best friends.
I wouldn't blame them for not liking me.
           *no one really did
Written in past but tells the story of the present.
The life of sitting between two best friends of your own.
Three cheers for the friendless.
I hope that we'll find friends one day.
963 · Dec 2016
Grown Up
Adelaide London Dec 2016
They say that
-apparently-
I am a grown up.

Sit straight
Stand tall
Wear this
Don’t fall.

Do this
Not that
Try this
Try that

I thought I was a grown up
Well, they say that too

But really
-not apparently-
I am a child.

Fail test
Take track
Room mess
Hunchback.

Street food
Another book
Random mood
Weird looks


I wonder why they name us so,
With titles so bizarre
And scary
Because
-in truth-
we are all children with blackened hearts.

We hurt ourselves
And each other.
I Love my sister,
And I Love my brother.

Sorry heart
Angry smile
Bad start
Hard trials.

I am child.
Nothing else
Maybe a grown up
But mainly just myself.
Be yourself. Age doesn't always define your actions :)
900 · Jan 2017
Lust
Adelaide London Jan 2017
Who am I?

I am love
but I am not love.
I wear love’s coat,
like a blanket
and hold its
sweet, sweet smell
a perfume too expensive to touch.
Those who dare,
always pay the price.

You see
I am not as kind as love.
I do not care.
I do not embrace with loving arms.
The heart rules the mind.
I make
your body the master of your heart.
Your soul is tossed aside.
It is no worth to me.

I am a coward.
I flee at the sight
of pain
and do not help.
It is not my job,
after all.
My job is to leave you enshrouded
intrigued torn upon captivated enthralled clouded
in the mystery that you thought
was love.

I am not love.
never will be
never have.

I am the jealous best friend.

The one always trying to steal the limelight.
Who sometimes comes before love.
Steals love.
With grimy hands,
Covered in jeweled gloves.
I do not feel with the heart,
I feel with the body.

Sensual. Aroused. Intimate. And stimulated.

Who am I?



I am lust.
Differentiating between love and lust. I believe that there should be a guidebook for that.
691 · May 2017
Why We Can't Be Friends
Adelaide London May 2017
I tell you
that we cannot be friends because
You're inconsiderate.
You're mean.
You're rude
and unforgiving.

The real reason why
we can't be friends is because
I'm Inconsiderate.
I'm mean.
I'm rude
and unforgiving.


Sorry.
The real reason why we're not friends. I'm sorry.
670 · Dec 2016
A Girl and A Boy
Adelaide London Dec 2016
Long face,
Salty tears.

Big Boy,
Many fears.

Tory, Adam, Sophie, Troy.
I’m a girl and he’s a boy.
Something short and sweet.
655 · Mar 2017
To Be Loved Like That
Adelaide London Mar 2017
He holds her with his hands.
Kisses her on the cheek.
Loves her like no man ever before.

He said he wants to marry her,
take their kids to school.
He said he wants be next to her,
he’ll never lift his hand against her and will
never ever be cruel.

A blind man could see his love,
how much he loves
his woman
and how much her loves her heart.

So when they whisper their I loves you’s
and well-wishes
They do not see me watching
They do not not hear the thought,
for they are together in bed sleeping…

*I wish I could be loved like that.
I wish I was loved like that :(
646 · Dec 2016
Artist
Adelaide London Dec 2016
Artist
That’s what you said you were.

But are you really?

Coming to my doorstep with the promise of blues
And reds
And all shades of purple.
With your paintbrushes
Set and new.
You said every stroke
Was me and unique
That every curve was
Drawn
and accentuated
to perfection.

Unware was I to what you were going to steal…

Because what you left me with was raw
Blacks
and reds
in crisscrosses
and arms
legs and
hearts torn apart
with bitter irony.
Every stroke
was inevitable
and laced with
the real scent
of horror.

I was the canvas.
But did that make me a work of art?
When the picture someone paints is nothing like what they made it out to be.
629 · Jun 2017
Baby Of Miscarriage
Adelaide London Jun 2017
Dear Baby Of Mine,

I swear to God I would have loved you.

held you
fed you
cared for you

Why did you decide to take away
the sleepless nights
and cries.
Why did you take away
the wasted money
and baby wipes.
Why did you take away
the nagging voice,
and stripes
drawn across the wall.

I would have been angry when you did that.
But I would still love you!

You didn't come to life.
Yet I held you at night,
already
in love
but
You didn't come to life.

You died.
A small human.
You died.
barely old enough to hear.
You died.
With in me.
And nothing
could stop you.

Oh Baby Of Mine!

WHERE ARE YOU
WHERE ARE YOU
Where Are You
Where Are You
where are you
where are you
whereareyou
whereareyou

Oh Baby Of Mine
I swear to God I would have loved you.
Inspired by a dear aunt of mine who recently had a miscarriage.
To anyone who has experienced it, you're strong, I respect you.
593 · Jun 2017
Jihad
Adelaide London Jun 2017
jihad
jihadis

what was it?
who are they?

Not a bunch of crazy
war-fuelled
black-clothed
extremists.


Definitely not
a man
a hater
ploughing a van through
innocents
leaving them with an early encounter of
death.


Absolutely not
Bombers
Killers
Murderers
ISIS


Struggle.
That is the meaning of Jihad

Jihadi
Someone who struggles.

Muslims,
People Who Struggle

Who need to wake up for dawn prayers
Who struggle with school work
Who want to increase their faith
Who are terrified of being on another hater'***** list
Who walk around bearing the slurs about their religion
Who need to feed kids
Who want to go to school
Who have armslegskneesheartsfaces ------are human

**do they sound like killers?
I'm muslim, do you think I'm a killer?

In news nowadays, you hear the term 'jihadi' quite a lot. I just thought that I would clear it up by explain 'Jihad' to you people who may be confused.

Jihad essentially means 'struggle' and the term jihadi essentially means 'struggler'. There are two main types of jihad: major and minor.

Major Jihad is struggle within oneself. Examples are, getting up early to fast, or praying that one extra prayer. In fact, even non-muslims commit jihad. A good example is 'struggling' to wake up for school/work. A lot of us do it even though its hard.

Minor jihad basically means the circumstances used to protect Islam against others if Islam is threatened. This jihad can only be done is there is no other peaceful alternatives. If military jihad is required to protect the faith against others, it can be performed using anything from legal, diplomatic and economic to political means. However, even to this there are rules.

During this Jihad, no minors, women, children, the elderly or innocents are allowed to be harmed. It is also forbidden to commit this jihad and hurt the environment and trees. This includes buildings as well. In addition to that, if there is a peace treaty, they must accept.

That's the rules.
Do you guys still think I'm a killer?
511 · Jan 2017
Society
Adelaide London Jan 2017
I am society.

And this is me.

I am the narcissistic fool.
Obnoxious beast.
Cruel friend
And cautious acceptor
Fixated on only one thing.

And that thing is you.

I am the controller of your friends.
and the ones that don’t like you
Because of your fat thighs
or thin lips
or crooked teeth.

My full-time job
is being a self-proclaimed hater.
And a two-faced rat,
stabbing you in the back.
If you ever saw me
-you wouldn’t know which side of me to slap first.

But
-fortunately-
I have humans.
Who seem to have
an unnecessary nature of trying to
change me.

First it was with
Black and White
and then, for some reason,
LGBT.
It took me quite a while to allow women to work.
And now it’s with the whole controversy
of transgenders- he or she?

But one day,
-those determined little buggers-
-feisty freedom seekers-
-admirable able workers-
will somehow, magically, improve me.

Because one day,
each and every one of you,
Shall stand where you belong;
If it is one thing,
you are right
and I am wrong.
Am I right, or am I right?
Adelaide London Oct 2017
Dear God,
forgive me for i have sinned

I have lied, manipulated and disguised.
Loved, liked and hated,
I have bled my sins onto paper
-poured the words out of my soul-
yet somehow,
these thoughts
these problems
these worries
still go unsolved.


I told them I didn't care
'beat me to death if you like!'
'**** me a thousand times over'
I have lost my will to fight

Yet my body is filled with anguish
and pain
and morbid passion
Stuck in this mortal body that I hate
who am i to complain?

I have refused to believe that pain is relative
ten arrows that do not **** a wolf-mother
only one needed to **** her cub, a daughter

When I am that she wolf
why am i
so ungrateful
that I wish to die
and perish from that
one arrow?

Dear God,
forgive me for i have sinned










End Note: If not, just take me away from here. I'm pretty sure I'm going to hell anyways.
506 · Jun 2017
At The Deathly Hallows
Adelaide London Jun 2017
Wipe away my memory
like I was never there.
Rip away the walls around my heart,
until the flesh is bare.

**** me till I
bleed to death
Cry for me in despair.
Search for me in your memories,
when I was never there.

You will cross that threshold my dear
of death, a pond so shallow
I shall be waiting for you my dear
over at the deathly Hallows
505 · Dec 2016
Humans
Adelaide London Dec 2016
Humans

We are humans
Born to do many a thing.

To climb mountains
And see the world,
Winning trust
With those they say we should hate


But we
Are the masters of ignorance.
No cry unheard.
Stone unturned.
Love
Which should have been given years ago.

You are human
And for reasons I cannot deny
I hate you.
For what you have done to them.
To him, her, and every other child
Warrior mother father cousin
I hate you.


I am human.

All I can do is hate myself
For not caring
Or giving a second thought.
Feeding off the hunger
Of sickened bodies that lay
But I wish to do nought
For another day.

Love myself
For quenching your thirst;
The bait of sin is desire
For reading your story;
Mine was much better
            And.
   For loving you  

But in the end.
         We are Human
And that is what we do.
This is what we are. Aren't we?
Adelaide London Jul 2017
Nobody goes out asking for it.

When I walk out,
I am a statement
not be ignored
but not be taken
advantage of.

When I walk out,
-I'm telling you right now-
what you should see?
is one hell of a woman
what you shouldn't?
is a candy bar
that exists only for your desires.

Nobody goes out asking for it.

I never asked you to follow me.
I didn't want to talk.
I never did anything
to fall victim to ****** assault.

I want ya'll to hear me,
Imma say it real short.
None of you deserve
to fall victim of ****** assault.

So this is a message to all you men
womanizers
liars
'you told us we would be safe'ers
haters
scarers
self-esteem lowerers

NOBODY GOES OUT ASKING FOR IT

and if you are a guy?
believe me when I say
that when you followed me
and made that comment
          i didn't like it

and believe
when I tell you one thing

I DIDN'T ASK FOR IT.
I swear to you, I didn't ask for it :(
Adelaide London Oct 2017
What if I'm sick of it?
What if I'm sick of the role you have so eloquently written for me?
What can I do if you are obsessed with colouring in the lines while I yearn to draw outside of them?
What if I go off script and say something foolish, dumb -stupid even.

What if I want to let go of it?
Let go of the loneliness that accompanies the burden of being perfect.
What if you realise that the higher you set your expectations for me, the further you will fall.

I am not ready to carry that responsibility.
I am not ready to be perfect.
29/10/17

Was feeling a bit down and scribbled this down in my journal. Thought I would share it with you online too :)
Adelaide London Apr 2017
Stuck.
Nothing.
Nada.
Zilch.
Zero.

(i'll tell you a truth if you come real close)

I've run out of ideas.
my mind does not work

From the Order. Logic. Brains.
The. Sanctuary. Of. Day. To. Day. Life.

to something that is all
asdfghjlmtrvscex;nszgxkla
and
idon'tevenknowhowi'mformingthis­sentencerightnow
itdoesn'tevenmakesense

In truth, this isn't really a poem.
Just the ramblings of a crazy girl

whosjustadmittedthetruth
I've squeezed the juice out of my brain. Need to dip it back in water.
Adelaide London Dec 2016
My back is straight
when the marked test lands in front of me;
I got an A.
-obviously-

Addy always gets an A
She’s so perfect.
How does she do it?


I’ll answer that question.
She eats the words
‘you’re so ****’
every morning, just before running to school.

Then, at dinner
She is rewarded
with a bruise.
One for every day of the week.

My face is perfectly straight
When the marked test lands in front of me.
One mark off.
-I got a Well done-*

She basically does everything right.
I bet her family is real proud.
She must get some real respect.*

Yeah, real proud.
Which was why,
Her parents had an argument.
Her mum had chosen the tuition.
So her dad screamed did his voice was bare.
That it was mum’s and Addy’s fault she ‘failed’ that test.
It was their fault that they didn’t care

So if I was to teach a lesson
I beg for you to not compare
The perfectionism of a girl so bright
You don’t know what happens to her; you don’t know what happens out there
The prettiest smiles hide the deepest secrets. the prettiest eyes have cried the most tears. And the kindest hearts have felt the most pain.

At times, this poem hits close to home. Don't judge people who are smart. They don't always get everything easy.
450 · Apr 2017
Three Cheers
Adelaide London Apr 2017
Three cheers.
For my life.

the lies
the hate
the crime

Three cheers.
For my life.

the loneliness
the fakeness
the tears

Three cheers.
For my life.

the love
the care
*the death
412 · Apr 2017
Dear Future Me
Adelaide London Apr 2017
Dear future me,
please do not be scared...
of the burning sting of betrayal
and the sensation of hurt
like flames dancing on your skin.

You will learn to love again...
...
...
Eventually.
...
...
I hope.

Because the next time
those ******* stop by your seat
don't be scared to say
'*******'
and walk the hell away.

you can cuss. i give you permission.

And the next time,
some ***** hates you because of those
love handles
don't be scared to give
her a good show of your *******.

don't worry about her. she's blinded by your beauty anyway.

Dear Future Me,
please do forgive me.
for the bad choices I made.

Dure Future Me,
please
please
please
don't make the same mistakes.
Cheers to the future. :(
370 · Jun 2017
To Wield A Knife
Adelaide London Jun 2017
They say
it takes skill
to wield a knife

you have to hold it right
at the right angle
in the right way
at the right time

But you,
I doubted that you had practice
You had,
the clumsiest hands I would ever know.

But when the time came,
-like an expert-
you wedged that knife
into my very soul
369 · Dec 2016
No one But No one
Adelaide London Dec 2016
No one but no one should not have love

Whoever they may be.

They don’t deserve it

Who would like to miss out on laughs
and tears
fights
and wars going on in the head.

Roast beef a la mum,
turkey Sandwiches a la dad  
and- if lucky- break fast in bed.

Ball
With your brother from another mother
All those sisters
who will always come before those  misters.

And
if there is
one thing
you should
know:

Love is the epitome of war.

Shakespeare ruled it,
but was he a no one?

And we sometimes
-not always-
forget.

A no one is a some one.
Who  has a beating heart.
So make sure no one has no one,
Now
Is the time to start.
Let's all have someone.
332 · Apr 2017
Player
Adelaide London Apr 2017
You Were A Player
aNd fOr sOmE rEaSoN I tHoUgHt I cOuLd pLaY yOu
You were a player
aNd bOy wAs I wRoNg
Short. Probably will be edited later in its lifetime.
325 · Dec 2016
I'm Fine
Adelaide London Dec 2016
I’M

having nightmares and
failing classes and losing sleep
not well, wishing
I had someone
wanting to feel
absolutely nothing
having arguments
feeling like my brain
is tormenting me
my insides are turning out
and I really want to feel
feel absolutely nothing

FINE
Why are we taking 'I'm fine' as an answer?
302 · May 2017
Away From Me In Peace
Adelaide London May 2017
And you stood there,
blood smeared across your cheek
as you lifted up your
soil-covered
hand
to wipe it away.

And I watched you,
held
in some sort of
prolonged agony
as you
died
NO
more like rotted
away
into the Earth.

You'll be away from me.
But at least you will be in peace.
I killed you.
Then you died.
At least you are in more peace than me.
295 · Oct 2017
The Price Of Your Love
Adelaide London Oct 2017
It was for you
You
YOU
It was all for you

But when the time came
and i was behind bars for crimes i did not commit
you turned your back
not bothering to bring justice to my name

I lied for you
killed for you
loved for you

-but i guess your thanks was just temporary-

Because as I stand here,
the cold axe kissing my neck,
i see your eyes
boring into mine

they show nothing

no hint of remorse
regret
or guilt

And the axe lifts
and in my last moments
i feel it coming down
feel the tears on my face

*the price of your love was my demise
192 · Mar 2018
lonely
Adelaide London Mar 2018
i am more lonely than you think i am
and i am not happy

and this poem
has no poetic flow
or rhythm

its just the heavy weight
of empty words

punctuationless sentences
formed
to be barely coherent

i am lonely
and i am sad

— The End —