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Oct 2018 emnabee

Emmiasky Ojex

In a nation filled with political miscreants and tyrants,
Led by unworthy leaders,
All moving towards the path of the gutter,
Despite her uncommon number of talented hustlers.

In a world filled with endless opportunities,
Undeniable abilities,
Despite her rich but untapped resources,
Cos our leaders prefer to make it their personal properties.

We've watched long enough from the sideline,
We've suffered enough during our predecessor's timelines,
And endured till now we've all gotten tired and worn out,
That their tongue of deceit even fears to say "Youths, calm down"

Now is our chance,
We can take a stance,
Lead the fight;
And win the match.

We've woken from our slumber,
And discovered that we're not just burghers;
But partakers,
In our political aura.

If not us, who will?
I can't expect you to fight for me,
And you shouldn't expect a savior from him,
We all fight together since it's on you and me.

Cessation: - We all might not see it yet but, we are the change the nation deserves and will get.
We are the best leaders (future)all nations can and will have.
If we don't choose to be positive, how do we wanna cause the nation to improve?
Think wise, be wise.

If we all choose to see the wrongs getting done in governance and not work towards changing it, who will?

#politics #youths #change #political #participation #adults

Oct 2018 emnabee

Hypocrite

Oct 2018 emnabee

s

Hypocrite

Your life has been a series of misfortunes, mostly attributed to the people you have met.
Today I asked you what sorts of people you would have met instead, if you’d had a choice.

You said you’d like reliability and stability.

You are neither of these things.

“Hypocrite,” I thought.

I’m sure you expect those things of me. Or maybe you don’t. Maybe you expect me to disappoint you like everyone else.

I wish I could tell you that I’d be different. But I won’t. I’ve already tried to be many times.

I’ve taken who I am and changed it, tweaked it, molded and sculpted it to fit your design. It never worked. If anything, it made you dislike me more— as if you could sense my attempted deceit.

I’ve learned, over time, that I will never be what you want me to be.

#sad #broken #alone

Oct 2018 emnabee

Zero-sum game

Oct 2018 emnabee

Nonsense Poet

Zero-sum game

Self-loathing
Manipulation and abuse
Strange and ritualistic process
Psychological game in progress

Destructive behavior
Sometimes sadness or feeling blue
A zero-sum game destroying a soul
This is absolutely true

#zerosum #game #selfloating #manipulation #abuse

Oct 2018 emnabee

Rose

Oct 2018 emnabee

zen

Rose

In the blink of an eye
things can go from Disney to dismal,
and the mood dim,
and diamonds rugged edges
cuts the pupil with its sharp gleam,
and what you believed to be precious
like rose,
reminds you, the dangers
trusting beauty to remain.

#mood

Oct 2018 emnabee

Sweet Goodbyes

Oct 2018 emnabee

JillsPoetry

Sweet Goodbyes

In the silence do I hear better,
All your sweet little lies,
In the distance do I hold,
All the difficult goodbyes,

I'm a young girl who's trying,
To find her place in this world,
I'm so Lost on my way,
I hope it all will be okay,

I find dreams close next Reality,
All I ever can see,
Is the distance that's killing me,
But my dreams can set me free.

A poem about how hard goodbyes can be...

Oct 2018 emnabee

you can do it

Oct 2018 emnabee

Mae

you can do it

say sorry like you mean it.
say it without any more hard feelings.
say it with deepest regrets.
say it without feeling contempt.
say it to forgive youself.
say it to feel better.
saying sorry is not hard.
“Sorry.”
Just a word, but means a lot to its receiver.

#apologize #guiltfree

Oct 2018 emnabee

Depression is a war.

Oct 2018 emnabee

Elliot K

Depression is a war.

Depression is a war, one that i’m trying my hardest to battle but still no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to fight. The words are painful, they hurt more than the ones kids at school would yell.

The words I tell myself daily, like “**** yourself” they are the echo of this world I was brought up in, they are my fathers words, the bullies, the ex boyfriends, the ex friends. Those are the words that ring in my head, as I tell myself daily how much I would be better off dead.

I look in the mirror and I can’t find anything else to say except ‘ew’ the once pretty boy I knew is now a ghost, an empty shell of someone who tried to take on the world but ran into the wall of reality, that this world isn’t perfect like it’s said to be.

I struggle some days to get out of bed, I stay awake at three am, grasping onto any happy moments I can find in this empty ******* head. I need happiness, I crave it like it’s a drug, and hell to me, it is.

My life is like a dumb game, one that I don’t want to play. I would think I was dead if it wasn’t the constant heaving of my chest as a reminder that i’m still alive.

Depression is a war, like I said. I’m not a fighter, and one day, I’m going to be dead. Maybe not now, or even in a few years but I struggle to live. This life is hell, I have no friends, no family to care. Poetry is my only escape from here.

#depressed #anxiety #hard #life #abuse #mention #hurtful #words #bullying #struggles