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mark soltero Apr 30
sometimes i am not the one
you taught me that

narcissistic to my core i will admit
i never thought that i could do what we've done

you get to know me on the same level as god
because i have allowed you to

you have kept and created spots in my heart
that only you could fill

you make me feel like bag on the freeway
floating, fast and melting at the seam
Martin Boško Apr 14
We are thinking in binary oppositions
We feel obliged to announce our positions
on every single thing in the world
And when we meet a person that somehow doesn't hold the same view as we do
We can't believe it, "What!? How dare you to challenge me!? Don't you see!? The truth's with me!! How can you be so dense!?"
You see, it depends! Sometimes you are wrong
Doesn't matter how strong you think your truth is...
This world does not deal in absolutes
Truth is not dependant on your ego, on people's moods, their short fuse, or if they refuse to open their eyes
Truth lies outside your confused mind
Just leave your ego behind and open your ears!
***** that fear of being wrong
The strong can abandon their lies
They can clean the mist from their eyes and see things clearly
So liberate yourself, and see the world freely!
J Mar 25
there are secrets that I
have trouble admitting even for myself.
and less yet more than myself
admitting to others.
I can spill some dark secrets
some entirely perverse
damaging
degrading
killing
secrets and
yet there are some that I cannot
I cannot
even talk or think about
or imagine
and therefore I will not speak
you will not know.
hm. this sat in drafts for a while. nothing too too much, but you know what I mean. maybe one day I'll write about it.
What makes you wince
I didn't new pinch
I see your grimace
When face to face
I see in your eyes straight
Light rays do bend
I am upside down
On your retinae
You see me upright
Still I see you wince
You may not love me
I do love you
My love is reflexive
For I love me too
Bereft of your love
I never bluff
I am a bluff
I do admit
I do love you
You too admit
And no more
You wince
SquidInk Feb 24
these poems express the words i fail to speak
loneliness i fail to admit
moments i fail to remember
sadness i fail to move on from
heartbreak i fail to accept
loss i fail to mourn
It took a while,
too long perhaps,
to reach the conclusion
that I just don’t know
what comes next
or the why
of what came before.

It took even longer
to admit
my answers aren’t
more right than yours,
they’re just mine
and many more
than I care to admit
earned
red x’s over time.

What a burden
is lifted
every time I respond,
I don’t know.
And, what music
fills my heart
when I release
the need
to not be wrong.
Kyle Aug 2020
It's okay to cry when you're sad;
It's okay to show your weakness and lean on to someone to be glad.
It's okay to put off your mask;
And just be yourself.
It's okay to make mistakes;
And learn from it.
It's okay to get mad and get upset;
It's okay to choose and be kind to yourself first before others.
It's okay to be selfish sometimes;
It's okay to feel lonely and get hurt.
It's okay to admit that you are really not okay;
It's okay to get tired and just rest.
Nylee Aug 2020
I admit
Being more wrong than right
But I lost
More into those fights
Is it just me
Who struggles to see different light
Too late
Now I know it may or might
be the fate
I just can't control at that time
All the same
Everything fall apart.
The sun rose out among verdant still hills.
High peaks, forests and earth stole their eyes away from this charade.
Strands of light refuse to illuminate me.
As the the play proceeds with divine authority.

Each bird is standing on its feet and spreading its wings.
Tigers brandish guns at their young, unaware of the anguish hungrily stalking behind.
And the men with hearts of black gold walk away with their heads down.
As we are all eaten away by ignorance.

The hands of fate stitch together a torn garment of time.
Embroidering its history of suffering.
But the answer to your questions won't be found in gods clothes.
There's a lot more suffocating water in this ocean than treasure.

But your heart withstood the weight of it all.
And its callouses grew over their shadows left behind.
But when it beats, I can still hear the screams
Of your abandonment.
Who knows. Probably just tryna write fancy.
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