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Avondale Kendja Jun 2015
Beauty is forever parallel to power in this life:
The hungry souls, crying out;
Unfufilled, empty dreams turned sour: I sharpen my knife.

Divide and conquer the spirits the spirits; no given peace in the afterlife.
Give power to the beaten! but mask the drought.
Beauty is forever parallel to power in this life.

Take shame for husband, vanity for wife.
Empty yourselves of such a notion as doubt;
Unfufilled, empty dreams turned sour: I sharpen my knife.


It birthed destruction of a white rose, resentment the midwife.
You and I lost, no surviving the mirrored bout.
Beauty is forever parallel to power in this life.

I try to adhere to your eye with it rife
As ego's pressure on a soul's sacred route;
Unfufilled, empty dreams turned sour: I sharpen my knife.

Under ice and snow my own soul cries, and in strife
It marches against my beauty, of which I am devout.
Beauty is forever parallel to power in this life.
Unfufilled, empty dreams turned sour: I sharpen my knife.
Autumn rain
the leaves slowly fold
into forgotten dreams
a river of
colorful streams
all around
the air translucent with
auburn memories
of Summer nights
bright in warmth
the fire of our hearts
arrogant in love
we thought enough
to keep the chill of Winter
at bay

But sure
as we were
we couldnt be more wrong
We could not weather
wind nor rain
At least not together
So we parted ways
the other left standing
under an umbrella of pain
empty promises made
left unfufilled
only the leaves
to whisper our will
to someday meet in the middle

try our hand
at love again
this time surviving
in the end
The world was full once
Endless possibilities
I breathed in the hope
And exhaled sucess
The world was my oyster
Holding a unclaimed pearl
But the moment I turn away
And let someone interfer
I return to find my oyster
Cracked open
And containing nothing
The world suddenly got dark
Sucess became only dreams
And they would go unfufilled
The world showed me the truth
There Is Darkness Within Everything.
Within love is hate
Within light is dark
Within Smiles are unsed tears.
Iris Madden  Jul 2017
Daydreamer
Iris Madden Jul 2017
don't hope too high, daydreamer
all good things
are too good
to be true
All disappointment
is too painful
to be a lie
and what's desired
by one
is far from another's mind
so dreams go
unfufilled
and will never exist
as reality.
Aaron Kuhl  Apr 2010
Addicted
Aaron Kuhl Apr 2010
When I'm not with you its the worst itch
Because I'm longing to see you
That is my truest vice
My one addiction true

I always wish to see you
To touch your beautiful face
To kiss your perfect lips
Or feel your warm embrace

I for everything you are
Your beauty, your smile, your love
Because these feelings we share
are purer than a dove

Every day we spend apart
is one that's unfufilled
I'm always wanting to see you
And when I do my heart is thrilled.

Isn't this part of love?
That you always long to see the one.
And the joy when you see them
Burns brighter than the sun
I've been searhing
my whole life,
Waiting for someone,
A prince perhaps,
I just want
Love,
Maybe it got lost,
Maybe I let it
Slip through my fingers,
But the hunt continues
Day by day,
Month by month,
Year after year,
I am the nothing,
The failure
In both love
And in Life,
My life has been
A unfufilled journey,
Since 3 searching,
Since 3 never finding,
Alone on non-stop
Journey through time,
I'm riding along,
But who knows
For how long.
Tyler King Nov 2014
My generation is sick
Rotting inside long before the expiration date
Walking around like the dead men they saw on TV
Looking for God
Between the lines of a ****** romance novel
With some protagonist who teaches them that your life only matters
If somebody loves you
And dies a martyr
Or in some silver haired, silver tongued figure
Spewing second-hand reassurances that their anger is justified
And their voices will be heard
And a return to traditional values is coming
An open palm in the air, while the other itches to drop the bomb
Or on a tiny screen injecting radiation sickness directly to their brains
Mesmerized by idols dancing like marionettes on vile strings
Spewing filth and mindless drivel
Taught that ignorance is trending
Taught to hate by the hollow blonde shell of some Ubermensch
Recording himself vomiting obscenities for their amusement
Looking for God
Everywhere except the ******* heavens
Where shooting stars and celestial bodies
Pass endlessly through their periphery
Ignored, leaving a generation of wishes unfufilled
Buried under glittering detritus
Rotting to be accepted
Rotting to be trendy
Rotting while their parents give them the world
And they can't be bothered to glance upwards
Squandering fortunes on popular hedonism
Awash in a narcissistic sea
Where the lowliest wretch can gain more disciples than Jesus Christ
A generation of men
Devolved to beasts
Who will pounce at the smallest hint of exposed flesh
And cry out injustice because the prey asked to be devoured
Who will equate chivalry with chemical imbalance
Tattooing false hearts on their sleeves
On their knees begging to be loved
& A generation of women
Content to be objectified
And content to objectify themselves
Hearts bleeding for the plights of the lowly
& beautifully, blissfully blind to their own
The harlots & the sinners
Projected larger than life into the subconscious of
Children with no larger ambition
To sacrifice themselves, and be reborn a cheap photo copy
Full of style and confidence, and devoid of essence
Angels that burn like neon lights
Extinguished quickly, to lie dark and dormant forever
Hell is full to bursting
With all the souls sold for social media
& a forged prescription for Adderall
The madmen are the brave ones
Howling at the sky
That none of this means anything
And none of it is okay
Howling for some ******* reason
Howling for some ******* peace
Howling because nothing else makes any ******* sense
Our society's ship is anchored
And still the current drags us back
Endlessly, and forward again
Repeating history
And our Captain is dead, we've murdered Him ourselves
And of his flesh we made a feast
Of praise and adoration
For the blind, the deaf, & the decaying
And there will be no bleeding hearts
And there will be no expanded minds
And there will be no saviors
And there will be no promised tomorrow
The once glorious future is a funeral pyre
Our ancestral utopia is a ruin
Spray pained red white & blue
Littered with the corpses of the ones who died believing
There's nowhere left to conquer
There's nowhere left to run
There's no room in this Hell
& There's no room in the next
Only the madmen remain
Howling at the sky
Asking God where the **** he's gone
And the heavens shall remain silent
D  Mar 2019
long
D Mar 2019
i like the quiet simplicity,
and i'm lost some where in my dreams;

tempting me is a life unfufilled,
a world where there's just you and me.
i feel like  i dont  try enough when i write lately


and i miss him
Annie May 2017
Standing there in a big crowd.
I have whisky in my hand, a friend by my side,
and couples surrounding me every way I look.

There's something so romantic about a girl standing alone with a guitar singing out her heartbreak. Her loneliness envelopes me and I think of your face, and all of a sudden I feel alone in a crowd.

The last thing I want is to feel this unfufilled desire for your affection so I say **** that and take another sip.

But the fact is that it is three songs later and I haven't really been listening but instead experiencing. How can one girl with a guitar singing out sad songs have such an affect on me, whisky in hand, a friend by my side, and couples surrounding me every way I look.
Raj Bhandari  Nov 2021
Life
Raj Bhandari Nov 2021
Life is nothing but a few unfufilled desires !!
Art-yx  Jan 2020
The Black Gate
Art-yx Jan 2020
The white void
ahead the black gate
to fill in by pasts
of unfufilled desires
By the not done's
for unknown
Supposed regrets

The heart says go
the reason no
believe or reject
following the ghost
the action knows

No regret
for the any done
to aim satisfacion
In serendipity

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