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  Sep 2021 Lowkie
Rupert Pip
I wonder what all
the greats would
think of this generation

and how their

only goes as far
as the

before it
eats itself.
  Sep 2021 Lowkie
Sarita Aditya Verma

Old and naive me

Soon to be a memory

Rebel to relive

Sensitive to words

Affected and writing more

Yet sensitively


Uninhibited words free

To themselves stand true

Brimming joy in heart

Ageing youthfully living

Lowkie May 2021
I salute you for raising me on your own
Through blood, sweat and tears
Look mom I'm still here
Look mom I'm all grown
I have some issues I have to get through
But I don't want them affecting you
My dreams, my thoughts, my poetry
It may all sound like a mess to you
But I feel like God sent me with a message
And delivering it is something I have to do
I'm sorry if I didn't turn out as you expected
But in this world
You always got to make room for disappointments
I'm sorry if I didn't turn out as you expected
But in this world
I felt rejected
I did not become suicidal
Because that's what expected
I became a story teller
Now I feel accepted
Lowkie ©
Thoughts Of A Quiet Mind ©

#happymothersday  🌹🌺
Lowkie Mar 2021
Hey you
Did anyone ever tell you you're beautiful?
With all your flaws and mistakes
Your imperfections is what makes you great
Your inner beauty is something they can't take
Hey you, yes you
Did anyone ever tell you that you're cool
Don't let anybody make you feel like a fool
I know this world can be cruel
Don't let them get to you
Believe in yourself
That's the number one rule
I know how it feels to be degraded
The judgment was weighing heavy on me
I started getting faded
I couldn't look at myself in the mirror
All I saw was what the world had concluded
I'm still struggling to let go of that illusion
Lowkie ©
Lowkie Mar 2021
How did I end up loving you?
Is it the way you move?
Looks you're ready to conquer the world
The same world that bought me pain
The same world that wanted me to change
The same world that made me feel like a caged bird
I love you cause you conquered my world
How did I end up loving you?
Is it the way you speak?
Your voice acts like my anxiety meds
Every time you speak
Another voice in my head goes to sleep
That means one less suicidal thought
That means one more demon defeated
I love you cause there's nothing
That heals me like you do

Lowkie Mar 2021
It's temporary, yet we seek it.
It's forbidden, yet we lust it.
It's deadly, yet we crave it.
It's addictive, yet we "experiment".
It's disappointing, yet we never learn.
It's surprising, yet we rush it.
It's tasteless, yet it's fills us.
It's dreadful, yet it's unexplainable.
It's spiteful, yet it's addictive
Lowkie Feb 2021
I write my pain on a piece of paper
Hoping to forget it later
They told me it would make me stronger
But all it did was get me addicted to the torment
Now all I ever think about
Is how to write my pain in different formats
The reactions I get for my thoughts are crazy
Don't get me wrong
I like the attention, it motivates me
Poetry has changed me
People say I'm beast with a pen
But really I'm just basic
I got people praying that I make it
I'm just praying I don't go crazy
I write my pain on a piece of paper
Hoping to forget it later
"How do you still feel alone
When people are telling you they're going through the same thing?"
That's what changed me
While others rate me
I pray we don't go past the point of 'no saving'
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