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Carlyy Jun 2017
Where did it begin?
Every generation felt an end
Perhaps a decade later
and an end never came still
What if our parents thought they could do what we think too?
Change this world.
It has changed greatly, yes
Teenage Will and Lynn chanting and crying
Fighting for rights and wills
Change is slow out there
But the change in us,
Can never be killed.
(Keep at it.
We'll get to where we dream about )
This is not exactly what I was hoping would come out but it came out so smooth and willingly. I love that happens, so Ima leave it here.
  Jun 2017 Carlyy
m i a
sometimes,
we have to isolate ourselves,
from the world,
to truly defeat,
the demons under our feet,
the nightmares,
that won't let us sleep,
and the negative things,
that make us weep,
in order,
to keep
our minds awake,
so our terrible thoughts,
will stop causing our eyes,
to create lakes,
and so,
our lips will pause it's mistakes,
and so,
we can remind ourselves that we'll be okay.
i've been losing to anxiety so much lately, but maybe i just need some alone time, to strengthen myself. im going to be okay.
  Jun 2017 Carlyy
A Thomas Hawkins
Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again
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Carlyy Jun 2017
If I am a wanderer,
do I have to be lost?
Where did I begin,
and will I see an end?

I won't call it "the end",
but "my destination to be"
It'll make everyone feel at ease,
even me.

Plan A could have pleased
My optimism equalled my confidence
Oh, how I wish it had worked out
I concluded it to be my only way out

I didn't think of a plan B, C, or D,
I didn't make it to E through Z
I'm right back to square one
I find myself stuck and alone

My optimism will peak soon,
I will see an option or two
Right now, everything seems meaningless
And everything I did incredulous

I'm not one to drift into the wild dark
My soul, intact or wounded, craves peace.
My heart, empty or full, leads and conquers
My voice, shaky or unheard, still comes from me.

I'll get to where I long to be
But I'm back to square one
And don't know where that might be
Forgive me, if I waste time
But I need it.
I've been rejected. It's not the rejection that hurts me but the fact that I have to stay here just a little longer. I am not sure where I wanna go or what I wanna do anymore. I am gonna figure it out again.
  Jun 2017 Carlyy
Sarita Aditya Verma
There are days
when thoughts arise
and you don't write

And

There are days
when you want to write
And thoughts vaporise

Yet times ,when thoughts do
Arise
The words feel plagiarised

And then

Thoughts lose direction
and
Miss the words .
Same thoughts
Same words
Bored
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