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Poetic T Apr 2021
God was the homicide
               that killed a whole world
over his jealousy of man's will not to

bow to his corrupt virtues..

He had planned every life and every sin
                  was his masterful collusion with the devil.

For both were one and all, two sides of a coin
                that always landed on its edge

and no one was the winner.

Definitely, a man or woman who thought they
             were a creation of purity.

But if they were a creation of the beginner,

The end was always a plan to fail like an image,
          it was never perfect but a delusion
of a copy that like its original
            corrupted by ego.

As it knew every breath, but still sent every baby
to the hell of inescapable torment.
                   As it was its plan all along.

That no souls reached its peace,
but the torture that it watched on its throne
           above and sighed,,,

That this was its creation, an image of self...

And it knew it was the master of every moment,
                       and they all  leads to hell.
Stretch the deception
that you'll look back upon
only to remember what you were hiding
behind the effort to extend the lie
that life is more than ordinary.
Av Apr 2021
ego
coddled in this blanket fort, for now
to be contained is to feel bigger than space
fragile fabric slowly fraying at the seams-
meant to protect me, for now

the sun makes it hard sometimes—suddenly,
it's a hug that feels too tight, too warm

nauseous of the collective breathe
that fools itself to being one

a.r.
LC Apr 2021
as I'm living in my peaceful world,
an unfamiliar person enters.
he looks small from where I am.
"it looks like he's glaring at me."
"he seems like a bad person."
"I'm way better than him."
the thoughts hit the ground
as solid, heavy bricks,
and my heart pounds in response.
more bricks form a disjointed wall.
I step on the bricks as I climb.
I peek at him over the top
as he approaches the wall.
I notice his soft, kind eyes,
and his soul warms me up.
I slowly descend the wall. 
the bricks start to fall,
landing right behind us.
my heart stops pounding,
and it gently whispers,
"those bricks never fit together."
I give him a tender hug,
and I let him into my heart.
#escapril day 1!
sergiodib Mar 2021
What I love in You
Is not in me.

If i liked in You
What is like me.

I would love Me,
Not You.
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labyrinth Mar 2021
It is not self-confidence
Yet uses it as a disguise
Nor is it high self-esteem
Ego only roots in traumas
nuanced at night Mar 2021
some days I think that if I told you
how much **** you've put me through
it'd **** you
it'd knaw away at whatever is left of your soul

other days I think you'd be proud
your ego would grow that much bigger
knowing that you've left me here speechless
empty and hurt with stars in my eyes
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