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  Nov 2015 muteD
Alvira Perdita
it's not that you don't care
it's that you constantly pretend
as though I'm blind to it
that's what hurts most
breathing hurts.
existing hurts even more.
  Nov 2015 muteD
Penthesilea
Depression will stay inside of you, it will be a part of who you are, and it will be an extension of your soul.*
*So you have to learn to live with it.
An excerpt from my new spoken word poetry piece :)
  Nov 2015 muteD
David Alexander Walker
i am just a fool
guilty of loving blindly
with all of my heart
Senryu
muteD Nov 2015
Out Of The Smoke Comes You.
Not Covered In Lies, But Truth.
Not Afraid To Be Real.
No Matter How You Feel.
Then Life Becomes Too Hard,
And You Think: "Where To Start?!"
So You Realize, Life *****
And There's No Such Thing As Luck.
This is for my poetry class. Is there a hidden message in here? Cause its suppose to have one but I'm not sure if I succeeded in that.
  Nov 2015 muteD
Miguela shine
My Life In One Poem
.       .
.      .
  .     .
   .    .
    .   .
     .  .
      .        There is no poem  
        .     .
         .    .
          .   .
            .
             .            you see
              .        .
               .       .
                .      .
                 .     .
                  .    .
                     .
                                  *I have no life
I do of course, but sometimes it doesn't feel like it.
  Nov 2015 muteD
Miguela shine
You know
Every time you put me down
I find a reason to prove you wrong
You see
When I look at myself with pride
You call me ugly, I used to believed you
Yet now
Your words fall upon deaf ears
Its not what your called, but what you answer to
Yet now
I begin
To think
Could you be saying these things to build me up. Taking me off the rugged, unstable, tower I was trying to build
Or are you truly and simply just mean...
Could you be saying I'm ugly to help me find my own self worth? Not relying on societies false hopes
Or are you as Narcissistic as you seem...
Could you, I sadly say, simply be telling me the truth that I refuse to hear
Or are you lying to me to keep me where you want me
You know
*I really don't
Are they really your friend. I feel like she is. Yet actions prove otherwise
  Nov 2015 muteD
Àŧùl
Should be lucid,
Not at all timid,
Neither be confused,
Nor be explicit.

Should be decent,
Not at all rude,
Neither be offensive,
Nor be oppressive.
My HP Poem #912
©Atul Kaushal
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