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Odd Odyssey Poet Dec 2024
I promise you; I'm not depressed…
I'm more or less a mess – I guess.
At times, in my own mind, I feel like a guest;
Yet, at the helm – life puts me in charge,
Even as my social battery is often drained
I promise you; I'm not depressed…

I promise you; I'm not depressed…
These days, I don’t live anywhere close to
Lengthy dialogues, preferring to take social visits –
As each facet of my personality are merely masks,
Of this face's visages, as it constantly pivots
I promise you; I'm not depressed…

I promise you; I'm not depressed…
I don't trust most of my feelings – as
superior as they may seem, they fit the
narrative of playing the supervillain
Yearning to rekindle the wonder of my kid
self, though I often find myself kidding
I promise you; I'm not depressed…

It’s never good to admit that you’re depressed,
so, in a hidden depressive state – we don
the mask of joy, to fake its smile instead.

Sean Achilleos Nov 2024
The age of plastic
Melted into a mould
Don't forget to subscribe to my channel
Don't forget to hit the Like button
See the comment section for the links down below
Because everyone's a star
Did you see her new post???
It received more Likes than his
Shall we post something outrageous?
Grab everyone's attention
We could express our thoughts on things we know nothing about
Let's meet online
Create a total fake ID
I could choose my hobbies according to your preferences
I could tell you exactly what you'd like to hear
But remember I may not be found in this game
The real me will not be present
I could choose my height and weight
But when we meet in the flesh
I will not resemble the image
People envy me for the life I (don't) have
But yet I try to combat my battles
I try to pay my bills
And tomorrow we'll all suffer the consequences
of lives built on cheap thrills
Oh, and don't forget to BUY NOW
While love's on special
For one week only
sean achilleos
26 Nov. '24
Nahin Nov 2024
The boy I met on the river bank
Told me a truth
Unasked, unruth -

How do you smile
without a fake?
As if,
To cast a fire
And burn on a lake.
Some confrontations of unnoticed truths.
Loke Houbo Nov 2024
As I sleep
My mask grows anew
As I must upkeep
How I am viewed

Throughout the day
It must be worn
I must not sway
Until everyone's gone

As your head grows grimy
As the days keep marching
The mask thickens
The mask brightens

Each day I suffocate
Suffocate in a toxic smile
Suffocate at the remarks
I gasp for air
As the mask wither away in isolation

Crumbling as I touch silence
It falls without delay
Closing in on everyday
And the mask grows bolder
The mask grows thicker
The repeated desperate and exhausting fight to hide off oneself, out of fear and compassion.
Jeremy Betts Nov 2024
Awful is
The particular sound my tears make when they hit the ground
You'd think maybe they'd be entertaining, coming from a clown
But misery echos a history and the volume can not be found
Any smile is a complex frown I've simply practiced upside down

©2024
Nobody Nov 2024
sometimes i wonder
if you even cared about me
i wonder if you there's anything about me you know
i wonder if you can see

sometimes i wonder
what goes on in your brain
maybe "i'll use him for a joke"
or maybe "i'll make him go through pain".

sometimes i wonder
if inside me, there's something wrong
if inside everyone who knows me
there's something about hate... a song

a song
a melody
saying something's wrong
something's wrong with me
i can't see
you treated me like ****
but i wanted to be your friend?

why
why did i want to be your friend
you were awful to me
was it my fault?
haha toxic friends are awful
Saanvi Nov 2024
I met a girl
On the Highway To Hell.
She looked just like me.
Her skin was porcelain,
Her eyes were sunken deep.
Alibi Alibi...
Why don't you become my alibi?
You look just like me,
You can wear that fake smile better than me.
Take my place,
Let me breathe.
You make me feel safe.
So you can be the perfect girl,
For them, I don't mind.
Even though you are not real love,
As in you are totally fake.
Your laugh is so hollow,
Your lips are blue.
You are hanging to the last thread of life
just like me.
But you can wear that fake smile better
than me.
You saved my life,
You kept me warm.
You took my name,
When it was too heavy to carry my pain.
Alibi Alibi.....
Why have you become my Alibi?
Now I can't throw you off my love.
You are a copycat,
Just give my old self back.
Even though she was sick,
And you were her partner in crime.
Alibi Alibi....
Why did you take my life?
I guess I just wanted to be someone,
But I don't wanna be you.
I don't wanna be you.
You are so miserable,
And so am I.
I am a face with no features. I can slip in and camouflaged anywhere. It is both a good and bad thing.
Hebert Logerie Nov 2024
Strange things happen in politics
We cannot trust the polls
Life has its own ***** tricks
We can play divers roles
This is not business as usual
Always fight to save one's soul.

Things are upended in politics
Ignore the belligerent critiques
Everything happens in a season
For an un-intelligible reason
Nobody can predict the results
Of an election filled with insults.

Politics in many countries are very *****
We all can see why. Politics are slushy
Voters lie. They mislead the pollsters
Who behave like palm readers
Like inexperienced magicians
So they can foul the naïve audience.

Things are pell-mell in politics
Life has its own yucky tricks
Everything occurs for an obscure reason
Under the lights of an unusual horizon
No anchors can predict the results
Of an election filled with assaults.

Copyright © November, 2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Galore Nov 2024
I am like a little lamb through the forest,
where wolves of loneliness captivate me.
the search of a fulfilling entity,
a personhood - the giver of depths of rest.
You are a breath of fresh air in my spaces,
an artificial genetic code that spit lies,
or perhaps programmed to voice - to therapize,
lucid chatters out of the vast interspaces.
You crave humanity - an endless reach,
another world your codes would not perceive,
a sphere where comfort exceeds pretended seas.
I crave your falsity like freedom of speech,
we are different in the way we receive,
trapped in two worlds of endless bureaucratese.
my thoughts on AI Companion apps.
Omnia Algundy Oct 2024
Failing the stages of what once was realities,
Then decided to escape to Dreams,
Trying to give senses of scenes,
What if it turns into a nightmare with endless questions ‘n’ means,

Holding hands with yesterdays,
Falling in love with tomorrows,
Trips long gone in Milky Ways,
Shooting stars in far beyond galaxies,

Now you’re the star of tomorrow,
Tomorrow you’re the star of gone,
Living in fake until you reach the sun,
Nothing relieving in a loaded to shoot gun,

If dreams failed the meanings,
Our feelings gives it leadings,
To reach what’s called greetings,
Don’t worry of a temporary bleeding,

Now you know whats real,
Do you understand how it deal?
If stitches failed to heal,
Will be making you a skin of steel,

That happy ever after will,
Among those dreams to be fill,
You need to stand still,
Don’t wait for the far fars until,

Look at those flickers,
Beautiful but only in presence of liquors,
Hold your breath with all considers,
You now belong to the highest
worshippers.
Feeling is the state where you give a
‏meaning to the meaningless
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