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gray rain May 2016
In a white room
thirty people
empty and plain
yet full and lively
everyone different
everyone same
stuck in a system
for hours every day
preparing for a future
that may not exist
existence destroyed
by being uncreative

in a white room
thirty people
just numbers
in a system
different numbers
but no name
Zongo Feb 2016
They speak in riddles and old friends find new reason to resemble old enemies .
Basatrds often hide in others shadows and you were different it seems.

Bleed my thoughts and I will expose the root of your nonexistent soul.
The tongue a weapon in select company the disease spreads all the same.

Flawed vessels and moments wasted thinking over you.
The statue stands a reminder and a play toy to others .

Let delusion bury there ego as we shovel the fragments .
Nothing finds solace like a bitter rivals demise .

Oh how I miss the friendship that seemed more a hateful cause .

Did you find all to see the darkness you could not grasp?

The snakes slither and I simply stand remorse holds no burden within my thoughts.

And this has found yet a pleasant demise .
Batool Feb 2016
She was an ordinary girl
walking down the jilted path
questioning the existance
searching for answers
unfolding the mysteries
reading the souls
writing about fears
learning people by heart
guarding her secret
wearing a smile ...
fighting her battles
making them aware of
her ordinary existance !!
murf Jan 2016
Love, do you need to be?
A much simpler, life could be
I was strong, without you
And now, I'm weaker without you

Love? do you need to be?
Love
Prom3theus Jan 2016
Life is not certain but death is always true,
It is the sum of life we are told, its something we all must do,
But is life then worth it? If what is true is taught?
If death is our only eventuality, then the sum of life is naught,
That "it's what we do that matters", it's often argued in light of this thought,
That "it's about each of our own journeys, the individual battles that we have fought".

But when we die the memory of that life dies too,
All the trials and tribulations journeyed through,
And as that is fact and held deep within our minds,
Then it is not the life lived that matters, but the memory left behind,
Alas memories fade, like photographs that ware,
So beyond a few generations thought, were we ever there?
Our memory will be so easily forgot,
And our existence beyond a century will matter not.

Then is life to leave a legacy?
To have engrained ourselves upon eternity?
Is the goal to scorch our name on this rock,
And leave the message "forget me not"?
If that is so then I do not wish to live this life,
To toil in anguish and attempt to leave a mark in strife,
If our actions have no effect and the truths we sought are lost,
Then I would argue life means nothing, and death is no great cost.

It is often in life, to then look above,
To hope that someone notices, our actions, our thoughts, our loves,
And hope that in their mind we will remain,
So that in that thought we will immortally be sustained.
Truly I believe if a faith is the choice a person has then made,
Then it is nobody's business to make that belief fade,
But belief so often leads to action, to change, examples of this are rife,
So then faith is more destructive than any other walk of life.

I have never had the gift of faith, something at times can give me woe,
But instead find peace in facts, in thought and knowledge left to know,
In science a persons legacy can span an entire age,
Their words and thoughts sealed engraved by ink upon a page,
But again the page can be easily lost, or fade or too be burned,
Then humanity would forget that person, and anything that they may have learned.

I was once told that what makes humanity unique is the archiving of our knowledge,
That we keep it to pass along through schools and art and college,
Then the things we teach and then pass on,
Is all that ever mattered all along.
If that is true then life does have a goal, that we must go,
Out into this world to live our life and learn as much as we can know,
And if I am as I believe correct,
Like the old and wise do teach in retrospect,
Then I would wager that it is our purpose on this rock,
To have all that we know ready, when death begins to knock,
To then sit and tell our story, speak soft words to the generation to come.
And hope our teachings keep them well for this is our life's sum.
Again a younger work, I even titled back then.
Annie McLaughlin Jan 2016
You think                                        the clothes that I wear define who I am?
You think                                        that all I amount to is a simple word - emo, goth, scene
You think                                        that there is something wrong with not being okay?

I think                                              that you do not understand
                                                         what it is like
                                                         to have your whole entire existence
                                                         on this earth
                                                         defined
                                                         by one
                                                         word
Can we not just love what we love and do what we do without being picked out and stereotyped?
Chalsey Wilder Oct 2015
I wish I could convince myself she never existed
I wish I could shatter, rip, and burn every image I have of her in my mind
Cause my eyes keep seeing her so clearly
I don't even have to close them

*Will it if the wish is mine.
If it's mine...


Oh, I seen a picture of that girl today.
Pep Sep 2015
The darkened hall grew around me
as she came, the breath in my
lungs filled and stilled, halting as I halted
the moment from passing
her skin without blemish, her hair
so short compared to my own
her eyes black voids to another
universe no longer recognized
her mouth turned up, though sewn
closed locking inside a world once
seen clearly in a childlike mind
and though time was still, all I
had ever wanted was looking at me
and it was the most terrifying experience
of my half life and I wondered
how scared was she, staring
into the future? I wondered if to her
my eyes were fallen, my skin so pale
especially in the muted gray
if she saw a destroyed fantasy
or a kiss of hope, and I wondered
if she knew too much because
sometimes it is best to be uncertain
and be happy than to be sure
but always disappointed
but my fear turned to agony when she
acknowledged my existence that
in the turn of this realm I am real
that she accepted me for all I
am and never will become
so dear I hold her, so far away she stands
with one arm gracefully raised
“Take me with you,” a prayer to understand
but I cannot, I will not
because I want her to remain uncertain
in loving memory.
Posting some stuff that was removed by accident.
You were that illusion *** and madness tied together twisted to perfection and almost as flawed as myself.
In the backseat escapes and the ******* blur still casts the delusion over my thoughts a fog over the mornings water just out of reach and
still with in reach of reasons denial .

How can we feed upon broken promises as I cast stones to lies I
spoke myself I just told mine long enough to believe they were truths. Far better than your own.

Sometimes we purge are chaos to understand are vices or simply
make believe somehow  we will live immortals not fade into wrinkled ******* like all the rest.

We tasted it once and saw the storm pass only to pretend the fire that burnt was a ghost now only to haunt two fools and I truly never was much for regrets but I sure have been one to most.

pleasures shared miles so far behind all roads lead to the  same ****** up ending sweetheart cant you see as I?

Last calls and empty  promises like glasses left to be cleaned by another days light.

It passed a season like any other .

It was just as another summer so we thought .
SøułSurvivør Jun 2015
---

I think
therefore I AM

- Descartes -

---

I AM
therefore i

thank!

- soulsurvivor -
Descartes believed that if
you had doubt of your
existence you were living

I think if you believe in
the existence of
God
and that He's the reason you're here
you should thank Him!

:)
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