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 Mar 2021 Jess Carroll
Xyns
This is probably not going to trend
You probably won't click that heart down there
I'm sure no one will re-post it
And not a single person will comment

This is an unpopular poem
Written by an unpopular poet
Using unpopular words
Expressing unpopular thoughts

I understand no one will want to read this
No one will take the time to consider it
Not a soul will get what I'm saying
And I'm positive nobody will like it

I don't think people are put on Earth for a reason
I don't think we have any destined significance
If we did, where would the beauty be?
We'd all be bound for one thing, one destiny

Who would want that? Really?
That strips away our freedom to choose, I think..
And I'm sure many of you are going to disagree
And you're going to fling at me your religious beliefs

I just don't think that way; it doesn't make sense to me
I don't see the mystical powers you all so desperately believe
Or the God you say is here to take care of me
I don't understand why this is something you could believe

So here you have it
An unpopular poem thing
Scripted by an unpopular poet, me
This is something I'm sure no one will read..
 Mar 2021 Jess Carroll
R L
teen
 Mar 2021 Jess Carroll
R L
we taught ourselves to lie,
and always hide our pain,
the elders keep us locked up,
depression on our chains,
we keep our sadness bottled up,
and cry when we're alone,
so how are we the bad ones,
when we don't know where to go?
 Mar 2021 Jess Carroll
dilshé
Demons are fallen angels
Cast away far from the skies
Betrayed by the fading hope
Who've lost the sparkle in their eyes.
Abandoned by heaven
Deprived of all their chances
And had never been forgiven
Captured by the devils glances.
Who've fallen to barren graves
To dwell on the past & hate
Drained of courage to lift the curse
or the strength to change their fate.
evil is most frequently born from abandonment & hate
 Mar 2021 Jess Carroll
ghost
staring at the mirror,
despair raids her light and air

in the reflection,
blinded by her beauty,
the bright florescent light
etches furrows
traces the side of her nose
to her mouth

yesterday's shadow
creeps from behind
sends bitter ripples
down her face
a reminder
of the loneliness, she hides
 Mar 2021 Jess Carroll
ghost
when I am gone
and no longer found
my soul in pieces
I hope
someone
anyone
finds my words
my poems
and says
"I would've loved her"

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