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Meaura Mar 2018
I'm blinded, aware of nothing anymore

The emptiness has reached from the heart to the core.

The obscured disguise of the illuminating ray

sealing me in the undying darkness to have me gone astray.

The strong hold my mask has on me,

an abstract reminder for I'm a volcano under sea.

The compulsion of uncertainty thrusting fakeness on to my lips,

a constant practice that immediately curves its tips.

My heart is stabbed with the cureless contrition

Agony oozes out by rejecting termination.

Vagueness finds its home in the feelings I try to verbalize

Insanity strikes my thoughtful headroom to unstabilize.

My wounded heart and insane mind conspire to develop a defence

against these harsh feelings that forge a fearful nuisance.

Callousness, a nightmare dressed like a daydream, a bitter hope

The dream comes true along with the bitterness to cope.

That's how I sculpted myself into a cold stone,

choosing to become all numb and alone.

I'm blinded, aware of nothing anymore

The emptiness has reached from the heart to the core.

Standing straight a stiff statue, I

wait for something to be moved by...
When my definition of 'feeling' becomes 'pain',
I turn numb and wash it away in rain.
Shutting it off seems like the only affordable solution
and I don't care if I'm consumed...
'cause I'm already lifeless.
Akash mazumdar Aug 2017
Short videos and time bounded pictures which are popularly term as stories,
Swiping  through them became an obsession,
giving fake feel of accomplishment with no solid reason,
what about the real time; what about the real fun,
Trying to varnish the world of fiction,
Now those days are gone,
When load shedding was used to and the real fun game was strong,
Uploading; downloading no walking for self,
Making plans and resolutions which are mostly held ,
Held on to laziness,
Just scrolling deep down the tabs it's endless,
Altering the state of mind,
Engaging to the trash in priceless time
The social life isn't a real one.
criediple May 2016
should I be surprised
surprised by other's behavior
when mine is not better?

should I be overwhelmed
overwhelmed of other's attempt of being fake
when I'm not even better

& once I thought
people were pure & good creatures
oh, how I was wrong
i need to snap out of it
Do you ever wish you could just get up and go.

Get in the car
No looking back
escape the reality
of which so many become engulfed in.

Throw caution to the wind
and d r i v e

Away from all of the cookie cutter lives
of the people made of paper

Who just don't *understand
NicoleRuth May 2015
She sits in the corner
Laptop splayed open
Searching
Searching for reasons to live
Maybe someone to love
A moment to smile for

Going through latest social trends
Sifting among piles of plastic smiles
And bright blue hash tags
Desperately looking for something
Someone genuine
A quote perhaps to believe in
A link on happiness maybe
To follow

All she receives though
Is disappointment
Immersed in a world obsessed
With shallowness
She realizes that all she needs
Everything she searches for
Is right here
Inside her soul it resides
The will, the strength, the love to survive.
Arcassin B Dec 2014
By Arcassin Burnham


Fake is fake,
And I don't deal,
Posted at the rave,
I needed time to heal,
But you just left me high and dry like the rest,
I put all your lives to rest,
And I'm it for the ****,
But I'd rather you just **** yourself.
More ambition than any of you,
Tough exterior I can't help,
I show no mercy to you.
You mutherfuckers know you are !!!!!!!!!
**** each and every one of y'all.
Try to talk to me now...
And see what you get!!!!
carololololo Sep 2014
People that are fake
care about your opinion
every minute they're awake
they talk down to you
try to make you the bate
no i don't care if you hate me
for gods sake
they can see that you're strong
that they cannot take
i kind of feel sorry
for the people that are fake
Mad Dog Jul 2014
Log in and lose all sense of what and who you  truly are.
I see the ******* numbers and even  more egotistical statements from people I would consider more typist than writers.

A child with the understanding how to play the game and cheat the system .
I see your trending yet again because your fake ID reposted your newest crap fest while others seem to avoid your work like ***** on the floor of a frat house party.

Ego you have my friend.
Talent for bullshitting well in check.

But as for the page your a child who stares at the ocean scared shitless from the shore .
It must be fantastic being the greatest swimmer never to set foot in the pool.

This write is dedicated to a certain poet who if I mentioned .
Well his ego would just tell him hey at least someone's paying attention.

Your trending yet again and at the end of the day .
When you step away from the comp your just a ******* with a overinflated ego and some fake *** numbers .

And if are paths ever cross you may ask.
Hey aren't you?
And my only reply will be .

Yes I will take fries with that.


         Fin
It's funny to me how certain people take this **** deeply serious.
Because for so me the lack of a true existence is there only existence .
I am the same here as I am in real life do not let the ego blur those lines .


As for who this is dedicated to honestly it can be anyone you read who treats people like **** and truly thinks the world revolves around them   .

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