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3.5k · Sep 2018
Purpose
Cole Sep 2018
What is the meaning to walk, to wail the way
I hold dear to me what’s not and shame what’s what
No meaning, for meaning is meaningless, just as meaningless is meaningless
But what if purpose?
Is meaning purpose?
Most do not think this; though I do
Those words are similar, but not same
I walk, cry, think, live suffer for you

For you are purpose.
I don't know why I wrote this and I know it's not good so please don't be too harsh. September 17, 2018
1.7k · Sep 2018
Toxic
Cole Sep 2018
You are everything, my reason to live
Though something dark withers within
Everytime I see you, a piece of me dies
Over and over, but I fear you don’t mind
Do you care so little that I am suffering inside?
Or is it you do, and you’re covering it with lies?
My moments of pure light turn to into shade
I hesitate as I create creases with my blade
Just as curious and clueless, as I infamously am
I’ll accept my fate as your sacrificial lamb
And I’ll die for you again.
This poem is inspired by the game NieR: Automata, if you haven't played it I'd highly recommend you do. September 17, 2018
864 · Nov 2018
The Right Words
Cole Nov 2018
Obsession
Depression
The badness
This madness
These words
Although simple
Perfectly capture
My sadness
November 12, 2018
516 · Oct 2018
Cruel
Cole Oct 2018
World, you hurt me
You make me feel good
To only give me pain later
Simply because,
You’re cruel
Sort, simple summary on my view of existence.
October 30, 2018
364 · Sep 16
For ___
Cole Sep 16
all these feelings
all these thoughts
all these words
all these poems

for no one.
360 · Oct 2018
Canon Fodder
Cole Oct 2018
The sun shine scorns on the land which we are
No inch is not tainted with the stench of death
We have left our home, and traveled afar
To only now embrace our final breath

The hill of dead pile up, more and more
Some of the dead being as young as eighteen
No happiness that the future might store
Could be worth the price of blood we’ve seen

Like animals, are purpose is to die
Being canon fodder is our fate from birth
Happier is one who never questions why
One in ignorance, believing their worth

Next war for our sons, as they too must pall
Would be much better to not be born at all!
Sonnet about war  I wrote for English class at school. October 12, 2018
355 · Mar 2019
Describing Her
Cole Mar 2019
How do I describe the one I love most?
Beautiful?
That’s putting it too lightly
Friend?
That’s far too plain
Family?
That’s just too unreasonable
Lover?
Not a chance...

That’s too distant
March 7, 2019
283 · Oct 2018
Look. At. Me.
Cole Oct 2018
They pretend to look
They pretend to try
They pretend to care
To distract from lies

From the beating of the heart
Their heart skips a beat
Not from love or care
From the fear of defeat

They give into their nature
Like we all do in the end
For no man can die
From the kindness of a friend

Compassionate lips
Bound to lying eyes
As you search to cure
Your grieving cries

They pretend to look
But they’re all...
Just looking...
At themselves.
October 30, 2018
232 · Oct 2018
The Joys of Birth
Cole Oct 2018
Sweet, sweet child
So pure to the eyes
How could anyone hate
A soul as innocent as thine?

So when a child is born
Let’s celebrate the birth
To only slowly watch…
His innocence...
Be dearth
October 30, 2018
210 · May 2019
Life is NOT a Gift
Cole May 2019
I awake from an eternal sleep
All around me reeks, with the beats
Of the beats of every being around me
I close my eyes and beg for the sounds to stop
But their forced open by my biological clock
I learn to walk, then to talk, and then I’m filled with so many thoughts

At night I stay awake and think, and think, and think
Never even stopping to blink, as I continually think
Why am I here? Where is here? What am I?
And nobody can answer.
“Life’s a gift”, they say, “be grateful you’re here”
“Respect your parents” they command so very clear

So I do as they say, I listen to every command
I remain calm, I remain sane, despite my brain’s insanity
Despite my own wishes, despite my dreams, that one day I shall be free
Not by the clutches of man, but by the imprisonment of my being
By my cell that is my body, by my vessel that is limiting
That not to death shall I do it part, no button for a restart

But I keep trying, I’m kind to every person I meet
But repeat after repeat, the response I get is bleak
Like I’m a freak, like I can’t connect with those around me
And slowly, I learn the truth about this world
The horror that everything is wrong, there is nowhere to belong
I can’t connect to people and they can’t connect to me

We’re trapped, forever to suffer in existence
But people look at it from a distance, because the truth is too painful
Too much for one man to understand, too consuming of the mind
Knowledge is a poison, it’ll rot you from inside
Over time, you’ll find that your parents were not kind
To let you come into this world with everyone but you in mind

Life is not a gift, it’s a curse
Out of all fates, it’s the worse
I will not continue to immerse in the lie
The truth we try to hide, the truth that we fool ourselves
Thinking we have worth, that one day we won’t just be dirt
That the good out weighs the bad is nothing but a scam

You are a victim, just as I
Don’t let society tell you otherwise
But please don’t cry, or be consumed with hate
Embrace the fact you have a choice to let your genes die
No need to multiply, stop your bloodline
And one day, you’ll be allowed to sleep again.
1/5/19
Cole Mar 2019
“How do I feel about humanity?”
That’s a question I’ve once been asked
But in order to keep all my sanity
I gently smiled and answered with “pass”
Haven’t published anything in a while so I quickly came up with this.
March 6, 2019
55 · Sep 16
Keep It Alive
Cole Sep 16
If you could see you
With my eyes
You could see your kind nature
And just how amazing you are

I hope one day you can see it
Until that day
I’ll help keep that spark alive
Cole Sep 16
I love something that doesn’t exist
Something too pure for this world
Something so intense
It makes me feel a feeling like no other
It’s precious to me

Go on, laugh if you wish
But to me, it is more real than life
52 · Sep 16
Where love comes from
Cole Sep 16
Where do emotions come from?
Do our experiences create them?
Or are they always in us?
Subdued, and then grow
Till one day, they burst?

Do they come differently for different people?
For some, do they not come at all?
I wonder this often
And then wonder where that came from
Irritating, I know

Well, no matter what the cause is
Or where they came from
I see how you derive your kindness from love
It makes me a better person
And that makes me love you
So I can at least say this with certainty
For me,
Love came from you
32 · Sep 16
Help You
Cole Sep 16
No one will understand you
The way you understand you
No one will always be there for you
The way you’ll always be there for you
And no one can help you
The way you can help you
So please, help you
The way you know how to

— The End —