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Harley Hucof Jan 15
The night has confided in me its secrets,
Revealing my paralleled selves.
We are all privileged, being depressed or anxious is hypocrisy itself
So
I've sat and thought ,
Time affirms knowledge
Though i am not my awarness,
I feel wired to a hidden intelligence,
Unfamiliar images, imagination,
Everything is a lesson,
Unlearn it to reach the destination

Gratitude brings bliss and peace of mind
do not underestimate the advantage of being ALIVE


Words Of Harfouchism
Sadness feels as sadness does
There need not always be a because
It rains upon the brain with ache
Contentedness to quickly take
Holding hostage a better thought
Posing threat to opportunities sought
Opening doors to past transgressions
Raising the bar for future questions
Even on the most joyous day
It levies a toll like a truck to weigh
A pendulum swaying robotically
Yet a familiar tone melodically
Around me the noise grows distant
While it tugs in a manner persistent
Craving escape from its grip
Ready for this attitude to flip
xavier thomas Mar 2020
If it’s easy
For you to act up
Then it’s easy
For you to act right
Period
Keep acting a fool
Aahi Nov 2020
The only image I found
Just after fallen asleep
is 'YOUR UNKNOWN BEHAVIOR '
:) It had erased my night sleep..
And in the morning
When I open my stressed, darkspot eyes
While thinking,
Whether you are going
to treat as yesterday 🙃..
It's the time to be
the real partner
with 'DIPPRESION'..
NEVER THINK ABOUT OTHERS A LOT..
YEAH! OFCOURSE YOU WILL..
BUT MAINTAINING THE LEVEL OF THINKING
ABOUT THE GOOD OF OTHER SHOULD
BE MAINTAINED..
OTHERWISE IT'S REALLY DIFFICULT
FOR US TO OVERCOME THEIR UNEXPECTED
ATTITUDES:)
.
Satvik gupta Nov 2020
Be the person ,
who either breaks the rules or makes the rules.
I could have
but didn't
I don't know why
I certainly should have
but I didn't even try
maybe
someday
I'll get around to that thing
someday
but not today
or tomorrow
perhaps not ever

**** it
I suppose

why not live the lie
and regret it
until the day I die
Sarah Flynn Oct 2020
I was your typical angsty teenager,
lust and recklessness personified
into a human body.

I never called myself a poet,
but I spent my days
writing to boys who never loved me
and parents who were never there.

I went through a photography phase.
I cut images from magazines,
women with stick-figure shapes
and too much makeup and sad eyes
that everyone seemed to love staring at.
I took pictures of people
when they weren’t looking,
found beauty in others
when I needed to find beauty in myself.

I went through a rebellious phase.
I shaved the side of my head
and dyed my hair blue, and then black.
I tattooed my skin and
pierced crazy places on my body.
I smiled at adults walking by
because they fell silent,
and I knew that they were judging me
but didn’t have the
courage to say anything.
I liked thinking that
I was braver and louder
and more confident at seventeen,
than these people were at sixty-four.

I snuck out and went
for long walks in the dark,
because the nighttime air
felt peaceful and still.
and when the world was fast asleep,
I could let go of my attitude.
for a few hours, I could feel calm
because nobody was watching.

I was walking home one night
with Molly in my bloodstream
and adrenaline in my bones
but I got trapped in my mind
somewhere along the way,
stuck floating in between
self-worship and self-loathing.

I ran away a few times,
usually ending up at my friends’ houses.
I drank from blue Solo cups
not knowing what I was drinking
and not caring enough to know
as long as it got me drunk enough
to dance all night
and not remember a single thing
the next morning.

I watched my best friend
sneak away, not so stealthily,
to go have ***
with boys twice her age.
I think she snuck away loudly
on purpose so that
we would all know  
she was capable of
getting boys to
pound her senseless.
I don’t think she was capable of
getting boys to love her
for more than her body,
but I don’t think she ever tried.

I fell in love,
or at least I thought I did.
I had my heart broken
and healed and broken again.
at one point, there was a boy
who taught me how to kiss,
and that the backseats of cars
are rarely as spacious as they look.

through our conversations,
I learned that this boy believed
in extraterrestrial life,
and that he hated the color orange
for reasons he could not explain,
and that when he imagined the future,
he saw me in it.

through my own heartbreak,
I learned that sometimes
words mean nothing,
and that people can lie,
and that we were too young
to imagine any future at all.

I made memories
that still haunt me,
and promises that
I broke long ago.
I lived in the moment
and didn’t want to
think about growing up,
or what my plans would be
one year from then, or five, or ten.

I didn’t want to think
about anything farther away
than the weekend,
because nothing was guaranteed,
and nothing ever stayed the same.

change is constant
and, to me, that is both
beautiful and terrifying
at the same time.
Word farer Oct 2020
He said "I havent seen a girl like you !"
I said .."YOU WONT BECAUSE I AM THAT SPECIAL  PIECE MADE UNIQUE BY GOD !"
He said so beacause he didnt want see my face and i said so ..so that i could like myself
Word farer Sep 2020
If you like me
Always do so ..
But if you dont
Then checkout yourself first ..
Its not always toh have emotional poetry sometime lines with attitude also helps
Pockets Aug 2020
It'll be alright
It'll be okay
Little white lies I tell every single day

Well, that is if you believe what Doug has to say
I believe they’re true
It’s not a platitude
It's an attitude
If you want to be a schmuck, that's up to you
But me… I ain't got time to feel blue
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