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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
The Duality of Man


Black and blue.
False or true.
Heaven or Hell?
Me or you?
Life or death?
Loud or mute.
Do we keep our eyes closed?
Or do we see a way through?


Hot or cold?
Tea or chocolate?
Coca Cola = Subconscious adverts.
Roll the dice and place your bets!
Be alone all the time,
Or name a pet.


Do what you like,
Or what you are told.
Do you love Him?  Or Her?
Decide before you are too old.
Be one of the common people,
Or break the mold.
Make your own choices.
Do you stay or do you go?


Work for the state (of mind), if you have the time.
Remain independent, or change your mind.
The NHS is the best!
You could choose private.
Pick up a gun or a pen…
Grow up or remain a kid.


Life is about choices, so I choose life.
Life is too short to be worrying about time.
Reinvent yourself as many times as you like.
With every day there is a new age,
So why not smile,
Instead of cry.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
George Krokos Mar 2018
A while ago I came across an adversary
and it seemed he wasn't doing very well;
he was full of doubt and much negativity
lacking the inspiration to get out of hell.

The best he could do was to cast doubt
'n fear around like a sharp edged sword
plagiarise from some books lines about
what had been written there as a record.

He was very good at doing what he did
it seemed, by all of the noise he made,
that at times under a false humility hid
the demon within of which God forbade.

He also managed to overwhelm a few
and gather around him those who were
much like himself unable to see through
the darkness within of their mind's blur.

He seemed to know every trick in the book
and would hide many of them up his sleeve
to cajole other people into his fold by hook
extending them a helping hand to deceive.

Whenever someone new would come along
there he'd be with a forked tongue to brag
of doubtful words about their heart's song
in such a way just to impress and to snag.

He didn't like it at all when others around
ignored or didn't respond to what he said
going all out by trying them to confound
with doubt and fear cast at them in dread.

If someone got annoyed and reacted in a way
that was against the local rules, he reported;
by knowing that he had the upper hand to say,
to those in charge, a victim is to be deported.

This would happen only once in a while when
they were caught unaware of the game played
not knowing the local rules to advantage then
except by him who all such conceit displayed.

If you happen to be one of the lucky ones and
get yourself kicked out of the place for a while
don't be too ******* yourself and to understand
that what you've learned there was by his guile.

As far as I know he's still into his doubt 'n fear
and gets away with it at a God forsaken place
where if by fate you stumble across or be near
please have courage and do not ever lose face.
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Written early 1n 2018
amber Mar 2018
You wear a mask,
Perfectly painted,
Seemingly realistic,
But I see the chips:
The flaws in its craftsmanship,
Where your skin peeks through.
And I see you for what you are:
A coward.
Danielle Mar 2018
I’ll shout you down,
Laughing in my way:
A joy filled sound,
To shake you
To your core.
A sound to amuse me,
To shatter the farce.
Sweet and pleasant,
Loud and musical,
Never have I heard
Such terrifying Joy.
Perhaps the closest I'll get to explaining why I use SilverLaughter as a name for almost everything.
blind faith
lead them to believe
in a charlatan
like moles they were
sightless
to the false god

they were following
he who had nothing
of the Messiah's
tangible fabric

never did it dawn
on them
that he was selling
a religion based
on disrepute
none of his disciples
being overly astute

and still they're listening
and still they're standing
with his stead
and still they can't eye
the paucity of street cred
e J Feb 2018
A light on the screen of my phone
After many long months of
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Coming back to me
To cry over a broken
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To tell me that you’re
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That you miss me
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That you never meant to hurt me
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But I've been down this road before
I've been broken like this before
But this is all
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I'm smarter now
No longer self
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I don't need you to be happy
And I diffidently don't need your false love
[SEND]
Anne Mariz Feb 2018
Was I in your heart when you found this girl?
Searching for treasure like the thief you are.
Is she the diamond while I am the pearl,
Choosing her like she's your precious north star.
Unfaithful love, is that your final choice?
Wasn't loving me part of the option?
Did your decision even hear my voice?
This proves your true love is half a portion.
You look at her with the same eyes I knew,
Our dreaded old past I swear not to tell.
Burning the memory of your "I love you",
Even the time when I loved you and fell.
I was not surprised when you could not stay,
But tears of love flooded me to this day.
They say if you love two people at the same time, you should choose the second person because you wouldn't fall for the second if you truly loved the first person.
Alyssa Mar 2018
I look around, and see my world.
It offers me peace, friendship, family, love.
I see how, around me, it has curled.
I look at it again, and shove.

It cracks.
I see past the wonderful colors swirling around me.
The darkness whipping around outside moves me to pull back.
From that pain, I am glad to be free.

Years pass.
My world is dimming, ever so slightly.
Then I take a new class.
I look at my world, trying too hard, shining too brightly.

I watch as the bright glow covers the gaping holes.
I learn more, and more and I watch as they grow.
This darkness that I see outside, it hurts my soul.
I chip away at the false light using my newfound knowledge as ammo.

I look outside and for the first time, I truly see.
I have led a very sheltered life, and one of the classes that I am taking right now has really opened my eyes to the world around me. This piece of writing is mostly about how a few years ago death visited both of my grandpas, which opened up a new part of emotions that I had never experienced before. Pretty soon after that happened, emotions weren't that big anymore. I just sort of turned off that part of me. Sure, I still feel angry, happy, or sad, but I never feel anything that really strikes me and is memorable. Almost anything that happened around me was quickly forgotten and not really cared about. I now am taking a class that shows many different parts of the world, both the good and the bad. This class combined with how the world is changing around me and becoming more and more violent has led to me creating art. I haven't really been able to properly express myself through drawing like usual, so I have turned to writing as well.
Cai Feb 2018
You keep trying and trying.
Are you being noticed?

The pathetic part of being in love is that you’re willing to do anything for nothing.
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