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It’s 4:50 pm and the clouds look angry,
They wanna fight, I know it
Not with me but my brain
They know something i dont

The loud cracks
Whipping in my head, my eyes wince shut

I KNOW OK I GET IT,
I GET IT NOW!
YOU WERE NEVER “THE ONE”

They’re screaming at me
Telling me how wrong I was
They’re not upset, no,
Just- ready to listen once again to my long stories of complaints,

And they wonder why I don’t do anything
Why don’t you do anything!?
Why, because you love him? Is that why!

Love is evol it says so it’s self,
Tears your heart apart
What does it mean?

If we knew what it meant there wouldn’t be questions and concerns,
Jealously, for gods sake!

Stop,
they are angry
Listen to them
There’s a reason they look the way they do
They know
You know
It’s time...
 Jan 2019 Robert van Lingen
Umi
Isn't making sense over so little irrational ?
Then again, with the constant change of life is there such a thing as being completely, or even partly rational to begin with ?
Perhaps not, all what is thought of it are social standards which in themselves differ from each culture in each country in a small world,
Those unlikely to advance are left in darkness all by themselves,
Rotting within the terror of their mind, shunned by interaction,
With the simple wish to be considered normal, to feel the way most of their many encounters of human beings do every single day,
As a result, they may further distance themselves and define each other as an inhuman, resented by life, losing the last light of hope,
Such is a cycle of despair, a downward spiral of lost emotions,
What does it take to enjoy just one more day, one more moment,
Before quitting it all the same, leaving without trace,
After all a demon like me has no place
In this beautiful world.

~ Umi
 Jan 2019 Robert van Lingen
alexa
you say you’re not a poet but
with a girl like that,
how could you speak
anything less than
the stars?
-a.c.b
Is this what writers do?
Lure their readers to a false sense of security?

You know that I'm in love with you.
So you, with insincerity, play my heart strings like poetry.
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