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Peter Balkus Jun 17
Feed your demons,
don't starve them,
but don't stuff them with food too much neither.

Find a balance, keep them satisfied.
That's how they will remain in the line
and obey you.

Love them to some extent.
Never show them
that you hate that they hate you.
Peter Balkus Jun 16
I love my life - I would lie if I said
I don’t, but then there is a speck of doubt
like rats infesting my life-loving head,
telling me that we live in a slaughterhouse.

Maybe that's truth, but then would my despair
would bring the solace to my fragile mind?
Would I gain more from breeding heartless hate?
Would I see more If I went - by force - blind?

The butcher’s wait is over, he needs blood.
The rats are hungry - their teeth are sharp.
And there is me - small ship dodging the flood

of angry red. There is my broken harp.
There is me singing a life-affirming verse.
And there is Justice of the Universe.
Cynthia Jun 14
I am afraid that if I pluck every single bad part of me, then I won’t be me anymore.

Maybe that’s just who I am.

I am all the bad parts of me.

Are there levels to this?
Is there a hierarchy for morality?

In some way I think we all are just as equally messed up.
Simply that some are less immune to it.

Maybe I am everything wrong with me,
everything I have done,
hurt,
bruised,
is just a sliver of my true nature.
Farwa Jun 12
The wind blows as I sigh in a pained breath
Watching the moon brood as I sink into its alluring strength
So pretty, the pale moon contrasts with the sky
a light like a satellite, slice it in half like a knife
Shining through it all was my smile
shimmering in the summer weather, observing the scene in front of my eyes

Leaves from a dropping tree hide most of the existence
The swing of the past gravitates in a motion of the present
Shadows dance like a ritual
bringing back the captures
trusting the lore
Darkness fills the orbs
spells of the shores
mingle into my thoughts
swayed me away
to the mediocre array

Never would the willow eye be open
Never would the cracking hearts be broken
nausea of a sick addiction
choked, cardiac, into a numbing pain
Kind words for a mouth of thee
left nothing of purpose in those minds of machines

Let the pain go
Watch the stars above
nothing's there to hold
nothing's there to guide anymore
The digital clouds the beauty
Now left a hellish lot of duties
Why did you take away the only sunny ray of stars from the midnight
forever in misery like a lost traveller in the forest's nights

no guide
no light
weeping to the moon, who will never forget
Therefore, it's too young today
just like you were once
When the stars were still aligned
Except, when were you really young?
A question, a few healers solemn
Hello Daisies Jun 10
Happy fathers day
I swish and i sway
I'm in an ocean
I start to decay

Drowning in emotion
You taught me to be brave
Always a commotion
You wouldn't have it any other way

I had to be brave
From the things you would say
You left us in the ocean
Floating in decay

You're tortured with demons
And left us at bay
Screaming and crying
You yelled at us to behave
As we all simply float away
While you hide in your cave

Happy fathers day
I'm not sure what to say
Maybe I love you
It's true I do
But maybe
I also want to say
I hate you
For everything you put us through
kinda feeling conflicted
Cool Ice Jun 10
Everything I know and love—
Are just some pretty words.
Neither I find myself in them,
Nor did I ever tried to find them.

Oh, how I do adore cosplay,
In silks and lace I drift, I sway.
I wear the dresses, to dance among them,
Bask in their gaze, smile in their awe.
To slowly drown in the flow.
To do love them. To do hate them.

To hate it—yet return again,
To hover near familiar pain.
To seek the thing I claim to flee—
To show the purest form of hypocrisy.
To do not want pain—
To do want pain.

To be hurt, yet sit upon the edge,
To view the world beyond the ledge,
So beautiful, so awful, so complete.
To still wait, for someone to meet,
To push me, off the edge,
Cause I can’t myself…
I just can’t myself…

To not crave desire,
To still care.
To want to cry,
To want to not.
To touch, to pull—
To do not…

To exist… in probability…
To be lost… in the farthest ends of reality…


Everything I know and love—
Are just some pretty words.
Neither they make myself love,
Nor they fixing my broken world.
Rain Jun 10
I hate how you ruined song after song.
It’s not fair that you have that power so strong.
Music is the only thing that makes me belong.
Taking that away is just plain wrong.

It may be cute but hear it from my view,
Getting a song captioned, “this reminded me of you.”
Makes the song stick to you like glue.
So after you hurt me I can’t stand it and take it off queue
Sono Blue Jun 9
I made something-look
but it's no good

You gave the critic first
before I got to them...
Was it a shield,
or would I reach the dreamers field

I heard your message
and it struck

sticks to me  
like sandpapered honey

The bitter truth

Or a perspective
from you
Charmour Jun 3
How can I hate them,
when they taught me how to love
But never loved me.

How can I hate them,
when they taught me how to care
But never cared about me.

How can I hate them,
when they taught me to live
But never cared if i died.

How can I hate them,
when they taught me to speak
But never spoke with me.

How can I hate them,
when they taught me how to shout for help
But shushed me when I tried to scream.

How can I hate them,
I don't now—
I just started to hate myself..
I don't hate them now..
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