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arian Oct 2019
if i were a thing, i'd probably be a puzzle.
the one wrapped in plastic,
and smells like a fresh one.
a puzzle that's always challenging,
the one that attracts people's interest
but not everyone could solve.
or maybe i don't want to be solved,
maybe i just want to be heard.
Amanda Jul 2018
Know I am not satisfied with myself
Recently more ashamed than I care to admit.  
Could have the perfect life
Negative thoughts form a pit

For a second think I see the way out
Reason ommiting a soft glow
Try to take a step, my legs give out
Unable to make body go

Wondering if I will always be this way
Have no control over my critical mind
Head void of confidence and respect for myself
Self-love and acceptance so challenging to find
No one will love you if you don't love yourself
Amanda Jun 2018
Life may be harsh and challenging right now
But know this much is true
I would never choose an easy life alone
Over a difficult one with you
I would rather be freezing outside with you than warm in the arms of someone else n
Wyatt Mar 2018
Got a whole lot to prove,
steadily climbing up stairs.
Inside a headspace always challenging
everything that I do, everything I live with,
everything I keep inside of my head.
Trying to craft something,
something growing inside and I'm just
looking for the best outlet to let out
all of these monsters gnawing away at me,
sitting on my shoulders trying to take over
my name, my thoughts, my face,
my reputation I value more than anything.
A lot more feels at stake,
people coming and going at a steady rate
and I feel someday I won't have the
opportunities that are currently in front of me.
I've always done all I wanted,
giving back now-a-days for all I've taken.
That's why it's irritating that
this other part of me begs to keep waiting.
There's cost and risk in my habit of jumping
from this plane of despair onto an island of paradise.
I can't sleep, I can't keep these things inside.
With if paradise is out of reach?
I'd prefer that honestly because that would mean
work and strife would eventually run dry.
What's a life if your goals are empty?
I've always wore my heart on my sleeve,
I won't tolerate any fake friends reaching my ears.
All these characters in my head culminate
into this one guy who's nothing to no one, full of fear.
It's like I'm on the edge of this airplane with nothing
but death below me and the engine is failing
and a flame or two is growing inside the cockpit.
What does the jury charge me with? Am I truly the culprit?
A fresh face in wake of a bunch of zombies?
Guilty! Better lock 'em up and throw away the key!

It's your choice if you wanna listen,
if you wanna sit down here and look,
if you wanna peer into my soul
constantly treading new land every day.
This is all I've gotta say. Hate me?
That's a lot of waste. Change me?
Hope you got some time to wait
because I am more than a couple lines of code
you can just sit down and manipulate.
Is this the intro to my life or is this a fall from grace?
Speaking out at this rate could leave me with no trace
of peace or solace or honesty, what will happen to this heart?
What's looking for answers in a world ruled by a question mark?
Therapy was never meant for me because not a soul on this planet
no matter the title, no matter the prestige will understand
the complexities behind the mystery of the human man.
Contradictions on contradictions, a mesh of ideologies.
One side of this face is trying to **** the other,
these unfair expectations I create
for this weakness in me I also create,
my differing personalities will smother me one day.
Is this what duality is?
What is this for? Is this for you? Is this for them?
Is this all made for myself? I don't know.
These are just words on a website,
the passion is there but nothing here is practical.
I've done this for years, had plenty of practice.
It's time finally I find something to plug these words into,
but how can it be done when I'm comfortably glued in place?
What are words of motivation when you do the opposite?
I'm far behind the herd, I'm a failure,
I'm just a disgrace with no answers
about what the rest of this short life will be for me.
What's it feel like when every second you live
you think about your death and if this is the
time to quietly go before everything hits the fan?
I'm not proud of this, I'm not proud of this.
This is just imperfect me and all of my empty wishes.
Damian Murphy Feb 2018
More can be read into change easily,
Then change becomes a CHAlleNGE for many;

Change could spell less of a challenge maybe
If only change could be spelled out clearly?
who are you to say that I can't be this way?
And why should I be classified as unidentified because I don't " fit in " in society's definition.

Sexuality wasn't a choice I made I didn't suddenly wake up and decide to make up my mind on loving both genders, but now I try my best not to surrender, on your idea of how love should be painted
   However I may come across as strong, but your words still burn like the razors that once lapped against my frigid skin, and sweetheart I still sin.

For I am in a body that controls my whole life and it's not okay to pull me aside and tell me what you think is wrong and what's right.

You don't get to judge me for if the watchful eye of the moon still shines for my damaged soul each night, then why should I let go of this fight, for acceptance.
Amy Perry Oct 2015
The word nerd yearns.
Finding her courage,
Hoping it still turns
To a fruitful emergence
Of an undeniable
Life's victorious purpose.
Doubting oneself, nothing worse
Than to be pulling oneself from
Their innate intimacy with verse;
Pulling the reigns to avoid
A pulling long felt by the Universe.
I henceforth deny omission
To the self-inflicted curse
Of not wanting to be immersed
In an art for which I thirst.
My gift is for words,
And I ****** myself face-first,
Into a radiant, benevolent star-burst.
What could go wrong? The absolute worst?
From following the pull of the Universe?
abp. some personal motivation and positive affirmations to succeed.
A Writer Mar 2015
You think it's okay
But it's not.
Both of our lives
Are racing against the clock
And when the big hands on the two.
And the little hands on the three
We're done.
There's no going back.
There's no changing the mistakes we've made.
There's no saying I love you one last time.
There's no taking on more whiff of the fresh cut grass,
Or your favorite perfume.
Tick tick,tick
There's no more adventure.
There's no more heartbreak.
There's no more anything.
Tick, tick, tick
So we need to do it now.
We need to indulge on the gifts we have now.
It's okay to order that piece of cake
It's okay to get that hair cut you love
But everyone else hates.
It's your life not theirs.
Do something you love
Because you love doing it.
Even if everyone tells you you're wrong.
Because our clock is ticking.
We can't see it.
We don't know if the big hand has almost reached the two.
And if it's almost there
And our time is up.
Did we live the life we wanted to?
Are you living the way you want to?
Anthony Williams Jul 2014
She severed the head of love's complacency
covering all I thought I'd discovered with a vice
like grip on a puzzling figuring out of normalcy
refusing any defining by turning pose in a trice

into fusions of fiery burns of my assumptions
until she was nowhere but there at every turn
churning the pressure with neat beats of passions
with valves registering a blistering alarm

a companion unhinged by dimensions dark tinged
not a snake charming woman nor a venomous fang
yet poison was taken with a cringe and a change
into a Hyde or a Jekyll I cannot decide things

When my grasps fall between all her parts half revealed
I gasp out of hunger pang eagerness to feel
slender slinking through fingers and thumbs unsolved
as a friend or a foe I can't know if she's real

Beyond physical perception I cannot be certain
because of fantastical attractions in legion
gone viral in tongues insubstantial past vision
yet assembled in ways which portend a contagion
by Anthony Williams
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