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Piyush 2d
Sometimes,
to **** someone
is kindness.
Yet none understand
the character’s blindness.

They laugh.
They abuse.
They always refuse
to stay another day.

And that's how
she walked away.

Only you know
how you stayed low—
how much you cried,
how hard you tried,
how deep you died.

But it doesn't matter.

Who the **** listens?
Who is up there?
What does He do?

Gave you life,
gave you a home,
yet you cry
just 'cause you didn’t
get your first phone.

Yeah, that's how it feels
when everything's locked inside.
Why do you look for light?
Live in the dark.
Live inside.

The home you got,
these walls,
stay here.

Why go there,
where you can’t even talk?
Why do you want to stalk
a beauty never yours?
Yet still,
you walk
near her block.

You idiot.
You fool.

Go say something.
Make her laugh.
Click her photographs.
Save them—
and cry
till you die.
Keep everything inside,
While you die outside.
Maria May 16
Don’t touch the soul! It is alive!
It can remember a great deal!
Its memories are like a hive.
Don’t touch the soul! It is too leal!

Don’t worm into the soul rudely
Like in a thicket, breaking twigs.
Just listen, how it's drawly groaning!
Attend to its so silent pleas!

The soul is tortured! Please, don't touch it!
If you can’t love, just pass it by!
Don’t touch the soul! I pray, don’t break it!
The soul hurts! Don’t let it die!
Thank you very much for reading this poem! 🙏💖
Piyush May 14
The beauty of sky
Lives within a lie.
The beauty of love
Is touched with gloves.
The beauty of truth
Isn’t found in fruit.
The beauty of goodbye
Is wrapped in a lie.
The beauty of lie,
Sleeps inside a die.
Resting my brain
Despite restless strain
Hard to refrain
Even harder to change
Easy to be swayed
By constant delays
Saying this way
Will work today
Of course didn’t
So you make  
Another promise
Broken again
duck Apr 13
i say i want to die
but i'm a fake suicidal maniac
just a small fry
who never fights back
can i use a neck tie?
or is there a hack?
i ask 'em questions
yet never doing 'em.
Jayden Apr 2
By the good grace of the gods, those who have dared to taint my face with a welt, shall receive divine punishment - and not by those who are deemed mighty high above or the denounced who dwell at a plane below mantle and core. But by me, solely me, without maledictions or the intangible, me. Smote by my might. I am not a dictator, nor a man filled with ill-intent, though my words will be carved upon stone and actions dignified in blood. For me to be assaulted in such a haphazardly manner. As a conclusion to you actions know that death is your prometheus, death to your people, death to your land, death to your cattle. My violence exceeds the confines of your cranium, in a similar fashion my anguish extends across the lands; it will agonisingly, crucifying in arduity, mundane if it has to chase and chastise you to the proverbial end of the world. So, to whatever omnipotence you pray to (or do not), it is futile, you will be reprimanded and dealt with promptly, death to all those you love, death to the vermin you shelter in your home by the vignette oil-lit-lamp and the capacious pillow you so pompously lay your head. -

death to you.
Oms i'll get them.
A M Ryder Apr 17
Those beautiful animals
Were born
They grew and
They were used
For chariot racing
Then suddenly
They died and
Here we are
2000 years later
Marveling at their skeletons
This is one lonely road,
A gray place with no fond memories.

Yet still, a place I know very well,
The broken stones have stories to tell.

This is one dreary path,
A broken face with no kindness left.

Yet, this is where the good men are buried,
When they fade from light and die.
Rochester has many lonely roads, I've walked too many to count.
Àŧùl Mar 2
We should respect all wildlife,
Avoid going too near to a bear,
Because such closeness,
Is not adored even by a wife.

Give them their space,
Give them their privacy,
Give them their independence,
And don't endorse poachers.

Give them their respect,
Give them their secrecy,
Give them their homes,
And don't disturb their abodes.

Those who don't do that end up like:
Steve Irwin (2006) – Died when a Stingray barbed him to the heart
Cayetano Herrara (2017) – Killed by a jaguar while filming a documentary
Bradley Richard (2011) – Killed by a saltwater crocodile while snorkeling
Ben Nugent (2011) - Killed by a shark while surfing
Paul Rosolie (survived, but had a close call) - Almost killed by an anaconda while filming a documentary
Timothy Treadwell (2003) - Killed by a bear while filming a documentary

Even pet animals can **** you,
Stay alert, because this list is not exhaustive.

Please note that this is not an exhaustive list, and there may be other wildlife professionals who have lost their lives while working in the field.
My HP Poem #2051
©Atul Kaushal
Mica Wood Feb 28
One fifth of my day
was spent on precalculus.
I want to die now.
Time I cannot get back
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