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Samir Mohammed Apr 2022
It toils and it burns
In my stomach it churns
I seal my lips
To hide a choice of words

No wrong or right
In this cold night
I don't want to fight
But I just might

I'm not one to attack
But this knife
You've stabbed my back
I might just snap
Not a feeling I'm overly proud of, but I feel ashamed even feeling that way.
𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺 , 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵
𝐇e̷a̷r̷t̷b̷r̷e̷a̷k̷
𝐀buse
𝐓𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜
𝐄𝙣𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙮

🄽🄴🄴🄳🄽'🅃 🅃🄾 🄱🄴 🅆🅁🄸🅃🅃🄴🄽 !!
Peace is getting far from us!
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Lets not print chapter of world war III into upcoming world history textbooks!
Tony Tweedy Feb 2022
Whatever happened to the happiness,
from all those early childhood days.
Where laughter. joy and sunshine,
filled all of imaginations endless plays?

What became of the joyous music,
giving beat and harmony to the world.
When dream and hope could exist,
and all possibilities could be unfurled?

When did all this darkness fall,
to lay shadow so dark upon the lands,
as a dense foreboding that has been
summoned by greeds unsated demands?

When did dream and hope become,
just mere folly and wasted thought.
What happened to the morals and the ethics,
that as kids we valued and were taught?

When and where did all this go,
for everywhere I look such is just not there.
All has been replaced by a selfish world
of greed, hatred and down-trodden despair.

I know that in the course of time,
I am meant to see an old man's view.
But what worth and value of a world,
where hate and lies are sold as true?

Death and hatred fill this world,
in every rank corner that I see,
and in silent, desperate fear I wonder,
why we stood-by and let it come to be?
Ukraine burns. The climate rends retribution. Hatred is no longer hidden but openly endorsed or encouraged. China sits and waits while democracy suffers dementia. You can't tell me things are alright !!?
louella Feb 2022
i hate the sun

why?

maybe it’s because i am never truly fully happy
or because i don’t want my ***** pale and wretched skin illuminated in the light for everyone and their mother to see
maybe because the sun shined when i was having a crisis and now i resent his rays
or because the sun is gorgeous and i am not and jealousy can eat someone alive
i am sick of watching the sun rise and fall almost every single day
only a few clouds bid me goodnight
maybe that’s why i find comfort in the gray and the gloom
because i can hide in the cracks and crevices and in the light from the moon
i hate the sun because he understands how much i despise him and yet he still returns over and over again
my family say that i sound crazy
sound like a vampire or something
i just retreat and retreat
the sun shouldn’t follow me shouldn’t define me shouldn’t label me depressed for hating the extra light
but i will still hate the brightness of the sun no matter what
what the heck

2/24/22
Tøast Jan 2022
One more swipe.
One more swipe across one more greasy face.
My finger slips, skips down the page.
My finger pauses at your gaze.
The taste of your smile as it wonders through
my maze.
CJ Jan 2022
It is normal to be in a relationship
enjoy the company of each another
be there for one another
co-exist with your love

but It's not normal to be around them
I'm suffering from every sweetness
breaking from each affection
dying from other's love

I don't wanna survive in this world
where I am a beggar of love
a sucker for woman
and a history of failure

I just don't want to feel anymore
this emotion of injustice
that I can't different
If I am lonely or am I just jealous
I hate having to be around people of even numbers, When I am the only odd one out...
Nigdaw Jan 2022
a pause
designed to create an awkwardness
a storm
brews from a cloudless sky to touch terra firma
a rage
all consuming emotion projected outwards
the eye
a calm central refuge surrounded by weather and hate
time
to prepare for the inevitable stand ground or escape
all that anger out there in the world
waiting to express itself
perhaps the clouds above us catch our wrath
projecting it back with the power of our hatred
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