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Chalsey Wilder Oct 2014
If there's one thing I know
This world is living backwards
And we're in the middle of it in its war
DarkDepriment Oct 2014
"Live" spelled backwards is "evil" and "lived" backwards is "Devil"
Takes notes. To learn the secrets of this world, you must learn to think backwards.
Raina Grace Aug 2014
A tired dog trots through
a gas station parking lot
panting for water
but no one can spare
any, or even care

But don't mind me
I'm just passing through
Such a harmless thing to do

And dried blood washes off your hands
but it's okay 'cause you've got plans
for a better world
plans for your better world

But don't mind me
I'm just passing through
Such a harmless thing to do

Prisms of plastic make--
nothing; rainbows are fake
I'm stuck in my head, my fear
I might just take
the next exit out of here

But don't mind me
I'm just passing through
Such a harmless thing to do

Motivated to be peaceful by
an illegal state of mind
if the world was safe
I'd be doing my time

But don't mind me
I'm just passing through
Such a harmless thing to do

I don't think it's possible for us
to grow into a foresty place
but I've been wrong before.
No one wins in the human race

But don't mind me
I'm just passing through
*Such a harmless thing to do
Ruthie Aug 2014
It's a pretty generic title, right?
And I guess you could say we're a pretty generic couple.
Boy. Girl.
18. 24.
Both writers.
Both believers.
Love.
That's the word that binds us together.
Without love what would this be?
Just desire?
Just a feeling?
Just chemistry?
But honestly, that's all love is.
It's a label.
And it's used too much.
It's thrown around.
Like a ragdoll in a pram.
Love beats you up.
It hurts you from the inside out.
Whether it's distance.
Whether it's timing.
Whether it's other people's opinion.
Love tears everything apart.
So from now on I'm not going to love you.
I'm just going to enjoy you.
Because from past experiences,
Love kills whatever this is.
And I kind if am hoping we'll last.
Lamb Mar 2014
Nothing* is but an ideology
Created within the midst of terminology
Contemplated inside the realm of human sociology
Excessive thought creates a disease of unknown etiology
Without *nothing
, the purpose of something lacks possibly
Fathoming such perceives speculations of oddities
How can one measure that lacking of qualities
and incomplete of quantity?
Theorization subconsciously
Rationalizing improbably
On the brink of psychopathy
Is it really all but a prophecy?
Distorting my mind in such ferocity?
Encompassing dimension of philosophy
Does the term nothing orbit a sense of despondency?
Interpreting into a form of commodity
But how can I construe what nothing is,
I mean quite honestly?
Read the poem and you can read it backwards as well.
It almost sounds cooler when read backwards!
Tia Jun 2014
What way to play?
After all life is a never ending game.
one day someone will take your place.
One step forward
Two step back
I'm sure everyone knows about that.
The earth is our huge game bored.
With billions of different apps.
Which ones you choose to play.
Determends where you'll spend your last days.
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