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Asominate Jan 2018
I, I try to depart from all people,
I'm a lone wolf!
On my own I try to stop their "evil"
I am left out,
It is the automatical me
Can I change from who I am
To who I want to be?

Lone wolf!
I choose to live this way,
I am happy with there's sadness all around me
Lone wolf!
I'm forced to live my  life
All of the easy going times
And all of the strife.

Lone wolf!
L-O-N-E
W-O-L-F
That's the real me.
Can I change from who I am to who I want to be?
I cannot deny the lonewolfness in me,
Loneliness in me.
(It helps if you spell it out)
Crystal Freda Jan 2018
I think I'm different,
but maybe I'm not.
A diverse poet
but that's what I thought.
I try my hardest
to write differently
so there won't be
poets like me.
nick armbrister Jan 2018
simply different
it starts now the missing bits
parts not there from now to before
tho there was something there but what
what was there before?
dysfunctionality
people always complaining
now everything is meant to be fine
the concept of being alrite
just an illusion he adheres to
it sticks to him like glue
he's not felt this way before
new ground emotions and feelings
making it up as he goes along
captured in words and photos
and make believe video
of how a life should be
prefect multimedia family
existing on the computer
and in his head
different than from his heart
there are many things there
jas Jan 2018
lack of motivation
life gets overwhelming
where am i consciously
thoughts are unpleasing
they tell me "chin up" but it's not that easy
swear it's like a disease
only can rely on me

tell me , am i setting myself up to fail?
just wanna make it , don't tell me the ship has sailed
spinning in circles , ******* life derailed
just take my *** to jail
problems too big it broke the scale

i'm losing myself ; can no longer feel
is anything left even real?
lost control soon as i took my hands off the wheel
swear i'm so low , how is this ideal?

gasping for air
if i took my last breath
who would care?
death and despair
why can't i just disappear

ripped apart from reality
the page tears
fell to my knees
so i say a prayer
why is happiness having an affair

how can i find myself
try to rewire my brain
force feed me pills to get rid of the pain
think i'm going insane
i'm not that picture perfect
don't pick me up and put me in a frame
compared to you , we are not the same

stuck in a slump
this is a speed bump
fall back down just to get up
than i shrug
life's got me ****** up
but negativity i will unplug

sweep these feelings under a rug
squash depression like a bug
don't come around if you ain't got no love

least i know my way back home
where the flowers bloom
the fireflies glow
when i take a midnight stroll
if i get lost along the way
i'll search for the words i wrote
and sing along to the tune that goes

"you might hit me with throws
and the low blows
put me on a ledge
keep me on my toes
but this is not the life i chose
if i'm down only god knows
i'll find the glasses colored with rose"
Karisa Brown Jan 2018
He wore crooked windows
Beside morning coffee
And her spilled milk
Meadow Jan 2018
You will never see the world
the way I do
I can try to convey
The world I see
But the reality is
You will never be inside my mind

Just like I will never be able to never enter yours
We like to think we understand eachother
But there is no real way to
Because no matter how much we share with another
Interest, goals, fears,
There is no way to know for certain
That we feel the same they do

There is something beautiful in that
Contributing to the statement that everyone is unique, and different
But it's also terrifying
Knowing that you cannot be anything but alone
When you're in your own head

But there is real power in this
Knowing what you have is truly your own
And no one can take that from you
And anyone can their power
To create something truly special
En la ciudad junto al volcán
Se encuentra un bello lugar
donde la arquitectura torcida
Te puede condenar
Dicen que el tiempo
Allí es una eternidad
Que habitan ciudadanos
Peculiares, sin rostro y sin alma,
Si te reflejas en sus blancos
Rostros los puedes insultar
No querrás ahogarte en lagrimas
De sangre y perder tu rostro
En aquella extraña ciudad
Monstruos #2
En el asilo de las almas trastornadas
Espera el Dr. de piel fría y azulada
Hijo de cíclope y algún demonio de mar
Sabe que piensas y te encontrara
Lleva consigo un cabeza reducida
Por si su ojo no es capaz
La cabeza diminuta gritara
Si tu alma esta atormentada
el lo sabra
Dice que es doctor
Pero yo creo que es carnicero
Carnivoro, como ave rapaz
Le falta cuerda
Le fala almorzar
Yo preferiría morir
Antes que volverlo a soñar.
Monstruos #I
Nicole Dec 2017
I want to stop and feel the sand
But you have a tight grip on my hand
I'm basking in the glory of this image
But you want to leave so we'll go
And I'll try to come back when I'm alone
Another old one I never posted
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