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Abbyss Apr 28
Oh my Lord please give me strength
To keep my faith until the end
To not succumb to the darkness around
To find hope in you when it seems my joy can not be found

Oh my Lord please keep me strong
Till that blissful day that this world is gone
To fight the devil and overcome temptation
For all I want is to be a part of your holy nation

This time is rough and it's been foretold, many will indeed give up
I pray I won't be one of them, so give me wisdom to avoid the hell
Of being she who from the faith fell...
Annika Apr 11
I wish you had proved me wrong
Deep within my conciousness
I floated

Opening every door I came across
All of the forseen options
like chess moves

Knowing all of this, I'm too in-tune
I manifested this outcome
Without even wanting to

Thats the hidden side of being concious
You manifest what you think

I was thinking of you

Now the challenge is to grow
Untainted
Tif Jan 26
Into a dream I slipped yet my mind was still equipped with the sub avert in tact I was free to than react
joren's Feb 2019
**** kicks
and my walls fall
I just give up
I hate it all
I lie down
I cant stand tall
every little thing
I'm hating
I wish you
would take me
this is my message to the end
And an apology to my friends
// not finished
I dont like this poem just tryna stay active
Matt Sol Jan 2019
He hides one face
till there are two
then placed the lie
between two truths.

I'm higher than
the obvious.
I'm underneath
your point of view.

I'm higher than
the obvious.
I'm underneath
your point of view.

So insipid,
i will feign this,
indisposed to,
my reflection.

So insipid,
i will feign this,
indisposed to,
my reflection.

My reflection.
Myopia.
Myopia.
My expression.

My reflection.
Myopia.
Myopia.
My expression.

I'm underneath
your point of view.
I'm higher than
the obvious.

I'm underneath
your point of view.
I'm higher than
the obvious.

My reflection.
Myopia.
Myopia.
My expression.

My reflection.
Myopia.
Myopia.
My expression.
Umi Apr 2018
To death in love!
The eye of ones heart closes for their beloved, their most precious treasure of them all clouded by emotions stored for them deep within
Unanswered love leads to a stinging mind of the subscocious, caught and rose by a burning ember of feelings, turning into an inferno,
Blinded by it, they will not acknowledge the falsities of their partner, nor their mistakes or even their treaciousness, as for them he is perfect, conciously imaged as the ideal and the best they ever had,
But no! God forbids, they learn about the art of blinding love while they sink to the bottom of a sea of passion and affection, in a last remote of a courtain call to simple yet manifest carelessness,
Small lies lead to grand falsities overlooked by a noncaring closed eye
Rekindled in a dream they rather follow their instincs than the truth,
Illusions cast by embers of love deep within the unconcious, like a courtain to be blocked from all light, holding on to dear of what is loved and cherished, praised and adored, an emotion leading stray,
The philosophy of a hated person, would be to never close the open eye of ones heart, so you fall not too hard when you begin to love,
But when all falls apart, realisation is like the thorns of countless roses
It is the heart sign of selfless love.

~ Umi
KJ Feb 2018
I’m sorry
I’m sorry for always saying sorry
I’m sorry I don’t know how to not feel sorry

I’m sorry if you don’t understand
Why I have to always say sorry
I’m sorry

Sorry sorry
I’m sorry for everything
Apologize for breathing

I’m sorry I let him make me feel sorry
Panic at imaginary mistakes
I’m sorry

I had to apologize for being alive
So sorry, don’t be angry
I’m sorry

I made sure to apologize
When he got that look in his eye
I’m so sorry

Don’t make eye contact
Look down at the ground
I’m sorry

Sorry sorry sorry
I’m sorry
Maybe someday, I won’t feel sorry
sorry
Jordon Rivir Jul 2017
When we die, we don't feel a thing, we don't suffer,
We gracefully move on.
Conscious and everlasting,
In our eyes we just took our last slumber.
Then at dawn's rise,
We awake as someone new,
We don't know, what it is,
It is,  
Just what we do.
We all could be dead,
That means,
You...you...and you,
We all could be dead,
Me too.
Greta Wocheski Oct 2016
i see that they are watching me
and an experiment i be
but i cannot be bound
and i will not be oblivious
for there is only truth in conspiracy

- g.w
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