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MisfitOfSociety
24/M/South Africa    Every atom corresponds to bring our ideal into being.
Depressionsofsociety
Somewhere    Just a sad boy expressing what he goes through

Poems

Sierra Amanda Dec 2013
i keep thinking
of the would ofs
and should ofs
of what
we would of
and should of
had,
but i know
that none of those things
would have happened
because i'm too distracted
by the illusion
of what we could of had.

                     (s.a.z)
not sure if i like this one //
Jason L Rosa Apr 2017
I thought about every
little gesture, look, song,
secretly worded I love yous,
and maybes,
and should ofs
that we shared since we met.

And how your smile and your eyes
have both stopped time
to show me glimpses of the future. 
 
And just ecstatic happiness,  
and thank yous,  
and oh my gods,  
and how i've never felt more right.
  
And how last night was
perfect and respectful and beaming
with love that was so ******* mutual.  

I just replayed the moments
over a few hundred times.
This is  real.
This is happening.
Rob Holt  Sep 2010
To The Wind
Rob Holt Sep 2010
Hold me here until I fall asleep, for I'm terrified, Oh am I terrified.
Of all the uncertainties, of the un thought ofs.
I have too much time on these idle hands and I surely wish I could shake this habit.
I'm too young to imagine what it would be like if everything around me suddenly ceased to exist.
Hello, Stranger it's been so long since I've seen your smiling face and now look at your son, look how far he hasn't come. Aren't you proud of your baby boy?
Lost in a familiar place, nothing connects in my mind.
Tell me everything will be ok and I'll still wander with my thoughts.
I'm so unsure of everything, that I'm unsure of myself
I'm so unsure of everything, that I'm unsure of myself.
And all the words I know to be true are silenced.
Break these chains that hold me. These doubts that cause me to feel so scared.
Cut these ropes that tie me down. These words in the back of my head that cause me so much grief.
Deconstruct these walls that have boarded me up in this windowless prison.
Rip apart the floors, burn the foundation, and start again. Start... again.
Inside out, outside in.
Renovate and redecorate. Throw my insecurities to the wind, for I do not need them.
How much life is gained from the needless worry I embody?
r.holt2010