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Joel Johny Nov 2019
I live in a closed world with open wounds,
Jubilant scenes my mind eludes,
Wishing I could find my own place..
Away from the endless crowds i never fit in with..
Away from all the fakeness,drama,chaos,numbness,hatred ....
The feeling of not belonging and wondering ..
Why i'm even trying to maintain a life i aint happy with...
It hurts when you can only see what you lack..
The constant pressure to change into the only thing we'll be accepted as;something that isn't you...
I'm at rock bottom..
Freefalling in a travesty of feelings...
Enjoy the ride,my fellow readers.
Just a late night contemporary piece .
apollota Sep 2016
I'm frozen.
Standing in place,
my feet still on the cold concrete I once called home.
I can see the spinning wheel.
Constantly turning,
but never changing time.
Like a vortex without energy
or a lamp without light.
It's nothing,
just there.
It exists.
But,
do I?
2016-09-29
Sally A Bayan May 2016
(((( broken record ))))

..........it usually depends...........
.......on prevailing circumstances.......
The fragility, or inconsistency of excuses
Can't just ignore the gravity of a situation
Some behaviors....need immediate attention
Could also be....the dominant mood of the day
The five girls say, it's not the day's.........but mine
However they look at it, or feel about it....they obey
Right values must be inculcated in their growing minds
Words have to be repeated....clarified.....and emphasized
Advice given by kinsfolk, must be heard.............and I smile,
As I ignore their pouting lips...unnecessary frowns....snorting.
Can't ever be their Wonder Woman....to keep them from falling,
So, with a loud or modulated voice...I say my piece over and over
Like a record gone awry....playing off and on.....every now and then.

Got to be broken at times
Got to play my music
As often as needed.

Sally


Copyright May 7, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
For all the parents and grandparents who become broken records to their growing kids and grandkids,...please, just do  it with grace....take it easy.....
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL THE MOTHERS, GRANDMOTHERS  OUT  THERE !!!
m Mar 2016
i know only thinking about it, is wrong
but no matter how much i try
its a feeling i cant deny.
if my life was a song
you could barely hear it.
maybe cuz i can barely feel it.
and everytime someone asks
i again put on my mask
enthusing over how many days i still have to spend
when in reality i would like this song to finally end.

-k
Deena Jun 2015
You are like a broken record.

Spinning in my head repeatedly.

Always lying there in the corner of my mind.

Until I find you and try to stop.

Stop thinking about you.

The way your smile held a dimple on your cheek.

The way your eyes sparkled when you laughed.

The way your-

Stop!

The way I feel when I'm around you.

Stop!

I can't stop!

The record is not the one that's broken.

It's me broken because I can't have you.
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Sierra Dec 2014
As my head was flooded
With the previous nights memories
I groaned
At the bad decisions
At the hangover
At the stranger next to me

"I'll never drink again"
Passed through my lips
Like a broken record

The day grows old
And the same feeling creeps over me
Loneliness
Memories

Night arrives

The next morning
My head is flooded
With bad decisions
Once again

"I'll never drink again"
The record plays on

s.j.d

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