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Daniserena Jul 2020
A fancy tuxedo and a black leather glove for each hand, could this be Patrick Bateman? or punk in a band?
no, it's Digital Man.
Yes a real man, with a screen head of course, would you look at him this strangely if he was a horse?.
He just goes about his day, and people judge and take pictures of him in each and every way.
He just wants to be treated like everyone else, and not put on display like some little mouse.
Why is society so blind and judgemental and cannot see, that I'm just like him and he's just like me?
Yamini Jul 2020
Hey love
I really missed uhh
I missed the chats
The desperation and
the never ending laughs
You got something magnificent
And I can't help myself
Attracting towards uh

I am just a small piece of iron
Which is craving for
That magnet

Do uh feel the same
Do uh put the same amount
Of efforts
Cuz I do
And all I have to say is
I am struggling

It's only your time
that I need
It's your love
That my heart begged for
It's only uhh
That make me complete

But in the end I know
I am just a
Small piece of iron
which could detach anytime
Anytime I can experience a fall
Anytime I can be broken
But still I wanna enjoy
The little moments of
Attachment with uhh.......
Daniserena Jul 2020
If only I wasn't such a freak then I could explore the world every day of the week.
being constantly stuck in this place I call home, I just sit and watch the other freaks roam.
all the normal people have someone to love, and I'm stuck here talking to the angels above.
maybe if I looked different I would get treated better, or pretty and famous then my fans would write me letters.
but normal is not absolutely in my inside, and I don't wanna act like something I don't define.
but it's okay to be different because different is better, whether it's pretty or not like an ugly sweater.
being a freak doesn't make you weak, being the same will always make you lame.
realize this cause this is who you are, and finding the truth isn't so far.
Daniserena Jul 2020
Beautiful hair with a magician hat
every girl falls for him they're blind as a bat.
with his amazing smile and long sleeve striped shirts
when the doors are closed he really hurts.
he's really insane always drinks away from the pain.
He's actually crazy as a clown
But in the public, he'll never frown.
He loves the attention and the gifts the ladies send
but does he realize this will all end?
I tried to make him think and see with his eyes
but the things he keeps saying are a bunch of lies
oh sir magician let me help you
you're all I care about
that's so true...
Unpolished Ink Jul 2020
Castles in the air
Built on shifting clouds and dreams
Disappear like smoke
I guess I am saying enjoy a little fantasy but don't pin your future on it
Claudia Jul 2020
On any cloud of the sky
I wrote to you, words
with the quill of angels
dipped in the ink of stars,
using the letters of quasar
created by my rainbow
in the curve of your zenith

On any cloud of the sky
I got moves of the fantasy
for the poesy you are,
my muse of the muses,
the lure of my demons
the metaphor of metaphors
the surreal of my realities

On any cloud of the sky,
it's written by me
whispers of the universe
to you… — I Love You
originally published in
https://un-ptit-je-ne-sais-quoi.blogspot.com
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