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Jack P Apr 2018
I've seen better days, but God am I jealous of those who have lived them.
a quick one before the eternal worm devours the bird
Tana F Bridgers Apr 2018
I hate success
Because it seems so intimidating,
It’s bragging,
And only the purest form
Can ever be “good enough”
To drink
And if you don’t reach
For the highest bottle,
Then you “aren’t trying”
Hard enough.

And we can’t enjoy
A sweet sip
Without thinking
About the entire glass.
We become addicted
To the thought
Of the taste
Of the moment
When the bottle touches your lips

That you don’t see
When you have already drunk from it.
a little bit of abstractness...

reading the poetry on here always saddens me...

dang, you guys are good...
Abby Jo Mar 2018
A green aura of envy
Apparent yet hidden simultaneously

Melodies flow and the music plays a delightful tune
Every stitch sewn by her maker was made with better wool than mine

Beyond the desired looks, their love is secure
Just one more thing to add to the list

In my arsenal you ask?
Broken poetry and unused words

Majority says nay
Minority says yay

Love around here has been suffocated
Plenty to share, none to myself

Loves taken a hiatus status
I’ve folded my hand.
Consistently dealt a 7/2

My cue to return to real life
Is when the water turns cold
Pax Mar 2018
At most insecurities defines every envy.
a quote, 6w.

not sure either ill come back or not, writing seems so far away. my darkness keeps invading. life's darkness its weakening my defences..

I truly wish everyone is okay here and doing fine.
Umi Mar 2018
Gather in a dark night, impurities of the mind caused by poisonous emotions from loss and envy, of spite or jealousy, forming misery.
Love fades, ahh once so innocently precious, yet fragile in structure,
Leaving the servants of it in great despair and even darker hate,
Where affection ruled supreme once the scars of misery are causing a heartache from leftover rampage, a riot now presented. Ah, phantoms
Swaying back and forth between sadness and anger one gets lost in his own blindness, destroying and bringing himself into ruins,
This lingering sadness seems eternal as time passes painfully slower,
An enlighting realisation should do the task and let the soul lost inanihilating, irritational despair grow once again strong and happy,
A spark illuminating the dark, with patience and hope for the future,
But until this event is taking place, a personal hell is what has to be crossed alike a bridge made of anxiety, depression and self doubt.
But worry not all you lost souls who are waiting for light!
After all, every winter and every night find their end and ensure the dawn of a blooming spring dream.

~ Umi
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