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David Bojay Apr 2020
Waking up in valorous conduct/
aware of my impetuous commitments/
I long for awakenings when my eyes seem to be open/
Misinterpreting a reality I can’t untangle/
Trying to bring about the moments that brought me most happiness by force/
Valiant to go against my deepest rejections/
Alone in the moments we belong together in/
To think my art was stymied by your love/
Selfish me, couldn’t see it took a selfless “Sweet” to redeem our forever ever after/
         (Interruptions from the tip of my ego)
(Getting the best of my fragility, I’m not tough)
In shambles after processing what once was, actually was/
Questioning the will my mental grip strength had during changes I never wanted to face/
Your love, like pummeling fists dodged my ignorance/
Careless and regretful, the silence is filled with what “was”/
Ashamed, but perhaps a benison in development.... through the pain/
Tanay Sengupta Dec 2019
The world has its strange ways
to remind us how small
we really are.
No matter how high we rise,
we always fall back
head first to the Earth.
It's like a weird problem
that we have,
a world where everyone claims
to be modern
but our thoughts are medieval.
It's like we are all two-faced
and dual natured.
Is there something called
mass bipolar disorder?
Because I think that is what we have.
Everyday we push ourselves
towards the void,
a gaping pit that is waiting
to swallow us a whole.
Everyday we try to climb
the ladder of opportunities,
only to fall flat on our face.
It is a strange dichotomy,
coupled with flea-infested
poetry and serenaded
with brainwashing ideologies.
We are turning into pawns now
manipulated by clowns and jokers,
who don't really care about us.

Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2019.
All Rights Reserved.
This is the most straightforward thing, I have ever written. Read it and you will understand, this is the only **** time I will ever write anything like this.
Nikita Sep 2019
Flax blades
Howling birds
The tears of strangled mountains

Flip a coin
The land of the long white cloud
A sun so bright
The shadows are buried
7 feet below
Alongside those whose eyes
Were convinced
The coin only flipped one side
Suicide rates in New Zealand have doubled this year. Its a sad and tragic statistic that reflects kiwis struggle with mental health
Maria Etre Mar 2019
I have come to accept
that a writer who
creates on paper
is not the same person
who walks on Earth
Stark Oct 2018
Wealth drips from the fingertips of the rich
They languish in the materialism of the good life
Living out heaven on earth

The rumble of an empty stomach echoes through an alley
***** and homeless, people crawl to their tents
living to starve another day

Flashing lights brighten their already made faces
As they step carefully out of the limousine
Greeting the crowd with a wave, they enter through double doors
Ready to make a dramatic entrance

They sneak a sandwich through their ratty sleeve
As they wander through the convenience store
Desiring the things they cannot purchase
Alarms ring in their arrest

Bubbling champagne fills them with giddiness
Socializing with the friends that stick around for the money
The wealth that you have
And that they want

Waiting for your release
From this empty, pitiful cell
They stare at the wall,
Marked with the days until release into a life worse than before

As they head home, you realize
Is this a life worth living?
With fake friendships
And worthless objects surrounding you

As they uncuff you, you realize
Is this a life worth living?
With poverty at every open door
And no future to look forward to?

They both rush to the brooklyn bridge
Poised for the rush of bone-chilling water to fill their lungs
But as they look out at the city
The bright lights spell out:
The system is broken
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018

I trust yet I'm suspicious
I love yet I'm hateful
I laugh loud but I cry
I observe, I'm not blind
I try so hard by confidence
Try harder, esteem breaks
I stand strong with laughter
Locked deep, my ferno rage
I clam up
Guards up
Shields up
Inside, the shards of my bones
Laughter to me is a sword
with two faces
I see the argent lighthearted face,
but my eye is locked on its
shadowed edge
Malicious, cruel, sharp and swift
Sheathed ever so deep into my heart
I can hear the echoes more than feeling the pain
I pick so blindly at an open wound
My mind is a riot, a murked brew
of emotions
Time will heal the wounds,
but it's a scar I'll always remember
Anger screams
Sadness cries
Frustation seethes
A joke, am I?
The sun is dead
Blocked out by echoes
So disoriented
Heart pulses
I cannot think...

Trying to calm a turbulent sea that currently is my mind...
Lyn x
Kora Sani Sep 2018
how much
of your life
has been decided
for you?

by the passing faces
on sidewalks

all life travelers
traversing dual rivers

what is
what shouldn't be

how often
do you enter
Viseract Aug 2018
It's like you see beyond the glimmer in my eyes
It's like you're able to look right through my faulty smile
It's like you see right past the parts of a different time
It's like you gaze into the depths and see two of a kind

It's like I seem to be to you as clear as the sky
Whenever you can't see a ******* cloud on the horizon, why?
You see the good intentions and you see the wicked ways
The water on the surface and the Devils own blaze!

I'm the master of my fate, I am not the beast in me!
I will not succumb, not be numb, to your ******* greed!
I will stay afloat, in the tides of misery!
I will make my way, and you will not **** me!

The jester we are one, the good and bad combined!
We live to entertain, but it's myself that I provide!
Laughing in despair, head lowered in pride
A contradictory conflict, and you see it in my eyes...

It's like you see beyond, the glimmer in my eyes
It's like you're able to look right through my faulty smile
It's like you see right past the mask behind which we will hide
It's like you gaze into the depths and see our dead divide...
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
The enemy is the opposite,
but they operate the
Keep your eye on the true light.
Lyn x
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
The rose's hope is a dewdrop
that entices and destroys
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