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Ellie Grace Sep 2020
He saw in me what he once held behind his own eyes.
A vision of splendour to thy beholder,
a prodigy of sorts to be moulded and shaped.
I was a blank canvas and he the creator.

Don’t you see?
This thing you call life,
the gift most are granted at birth,
was never mine to own.

Cursed to never know what it is like to hold power over your own destiny. To be granted the privilege of choice.

Instead I am forever bound to a man who declares himself a god.
A possession
until the day I perish,
that is the price I paid.
An excerpt from a book I am working on.
Aravind Shanavaz Aug 2020
Something less than desirable.
The face of truth is ugly.
Uniqueness is dead.

Never desire a thing above.
Such a sin don't you dare.
Just unworthy of anything.

A 19 year old curse.
Going for a lifetime.
All thats left to decide,
A rope or a blade.
Raven Blue Jul 2020
I live in a cursed castle.
It's dark and scary;
And you can feel it's pain and misery.
It's cold and messy;
Yes, I live in there;
And I'm bound to be there.
Some stars were born to fly,
Some stars were born to shine,
then some stars blow up and die, because that's how life is. We either get lucky, work hard and get lucky or we think we're about to get lucky but then burst into star dust that could never find a way to shine.
All i am is a cursed star.
I just want to succeed in life. Every time i'm about to succeed, there's a set back to pull drag me down.
Sanjali Jun 2020
Need to write
A song or two
To ease the mind,
Let the strings be loose.

All my friends
Are here for none,
Yet I shall call them that
For it’s a short word.

Oh once upon a time
I would dance at nights,
Sing like an angel,
But I burned out inside.

A candle that’s lit
with a flame that hurts,
I still look within
To gather what I deserve.

But what is there?
Except dancing witches,
It seems they cursed me
And captured my wishes.

Fear not, I’m done.
Yet I haven’t begun.
Maybe one another day
I’ll rhyme this madness away.
Looking for a way to undo this curse
Poetic T Apr 2020
I cut down the last tree,
   and ate the last apple...

I  wore the snake as a noose...


******* gravity...
  


                 I fell hollow and empty...
Connor Apr 2020
Love is the only cures that we wish on ourselves every single day
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