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Viseract Sep 2017
It's all just cause and effect,
Protect and reject
Detect and defect,
Discard and collect

Trust in the trash,
Liars mix and match
Selling you the shady ****
That destroys every pact

Getting luck from a draw
The Irish in me is called
As my number is pulled
Adrenaline is pulled forth

But here is my call,
The Misfortunate fall
Around me stands doors
And all lead to closed corridors....
opportunity hits dead ends sometimes. so does luck, and so too do my relationships
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2017
If a door doesn't open
for you, it's not
meant for
you.
You'll find your way...
Leif Aug 2017
Oh I am tired of soft words
I want to yell and scream and curse
I want my heart on the wind
Not inside my foul chest

All my thoughts and pains
Pressed in, pushed down and falling over
Struggling to find space to rest
like a subway with no exits

the panicked mothers’ child cries for all to hear
with no one kind enough to let her sit
and comfort the innocent cries of her babe

the constant chatter and commotion
of all the people, and all the languages
so many words said
and so few understood

the pushing, shoving and pulling
all for the golden prize that has become the seat
if only to sit and rest

all my thoughts and pains
warring for a place to sit
but there is no place
there are only the doors
the doors which never open
enjoy
Colm Jun 2017
When I look into the mirror, I am more than what I see.
I see the past, I see the present, I see the future...I see me.
I see the ideas and the ideals, the fleeting notions in-between.
I see it all within the mirror, although the mirror, isn't the only thing I see.
I see myself and my old image, I'm nothing special you can see.
I look within to see my reason, and portray a look to pretend I've seen.
But...this isn't a mirror set before me, it's just a doorway next to me.
Two sets of glass, a single person, a dual-reflection for all to see.
I don't write fiction....YET! (:
Dharker Jun 2017
This stress
I can't take
anymore
with
no doors
With no way
to escape
wood scratches
nails break
screaming
for some help
darkness finds
this a joke
the only humorous
part
I brought this
upon myself
What I like about this website... I can just freestyle write and wonder after, what made me think to say this?  Answer: current life event - in this case, not about me, but what goes on around me. (Don't take the "I" too seriously.) :)
Alan S Bailey May 2017
Getting it all out 2

There is one thing that can not compare with the space that I call
my endless noise free affair.
It's simple, you get stuck here in this
judgement box, very little space, then cornered over someones personal
worries or whatever is really going on down there.

You see, I have this theory that most people are driven by one thing and one thing alone, the idea of hinting at
someones innermost secrets and only
concentrating on invading their own "guilty" space when they are finally home.

Yes, I "did it," whatever, I can never explain, you and your stupid doors,
you breath on them and it's ****** just the same. So much for just living life in peace, now we're just running to make sure that the creeps ***** rotten pervert lives are filled with ease!
Zero Nine May 2017
You ever have one of those days
where you wake despite insight
that the pain of
familiar faces
accumulates til the paved walks
and dirt ways
save no blank spots?
Shame, shame falls down
my bare body to a blocked drain
past dye stains, as
all I do of late
is smoke **** and wash, ignore
the front door knocks.
...
Desolation May 2017
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People come and go;
Doors close, room remains empty.
All that's left is dust.
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Idiosyncrasy Apr 2017
Lately,
it's been so easy
opening doors
and walking away.
No, it's never easy. Letting go hopefully for a second chance.
11/30
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