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Alone in quiet hours

Quiet while people come into the room

“What is the matter?”

“Why Don’t You Create?”

“Lack of affection. Lack of Mutual Understanding.”

It’s a Holocaust and doom.

1,000 knives stabbed in my back

“Why are you here? If you refuse to return my soul’s

Energy? Am I your Shrink within an emotional attack?”

A snack?

A temporary fix?

Some kind of drug that only lasts but a very short time.

“You don’t know my grief! You will never listen!”

Not without a fight.

I feel exhausted.

Why must I aid you in your life’s quarrels?

If my questions and tears remain unjustified?

To the likes of you?

A one way street. I need replenishment.

Of energy taken.

True soul equal distribution..

No more of your punishment.

I’ll find a way out of this corner.

That I was pushed into.

Due to my past?

My deficits?

Me needing you?

More than you see….You see right through me.

Attack me when I’m down.

Trying to **** my victories and my wins….

As you return home and the routine, again, sure shall begin.

I have ideas on your weakness. It is your Father’s Pride

Embedded into you.

Becoming too strict to even smile?

Discipline overloaded the machine..

That you have become.

See me remain, myself.

As I need no energies that come

when I feel and get reprimanded…

from these moments that are quite a scene.

You are unwilling to learn.

No older dog needs to learn new tricks?

Age plays no card in this gamble…..

As your soul needs it’s own recharge.

Feel my breeze as I walk ahead and disappear.

“Salute to the Sarge.”
Parzival Mar 2020
He is your average guy
In a hood
Always there alone in his grey hood

Not bothered about you, me them
Just him
He's not timid I know that much

Not a conversation specialist either
Never interested in talking to you
Me
Them
Talks to himself though, enjoys it

Sometimes It feels he likes he's hiding face
I wonder what's his secret identity ?
I reach for his hood
He doesn't like that, he really doesn't like that

So much anger in his eyes
Lots of sadness too
Your eyes, through them i see it
Ravaged battlefields,  how many times did you have to battle yourself
Alone
How many times did you want cry out
But you felt no one would listen?
Who are You?
Faizel Farzee Mar 2020
There is a ocean of tears between us, these feelings I should have outgrown.
On a life boat I still rock towards you
My paddle weighted, it has turned to stone.
My mind screams with the truth
It's melodic and rhythmic
My heart unable to comprehend Blindly, It ignores these soothing tones.
I still crave every taste of you
Emotions severed, I get pulled in all directions, my souls completely torn.

Passion in a tug of war.

I know I should move on
These magnetic feelings I caught
I looked for the positivity, the negativity I constantly fought
Your breath I still continually feel
It rewinds in my mind, it's a nightmarish reel. No matter how I try and wash your sweet scent from me
Your touch, still burn my skins thought.

I know that it's over, i cannot rip at this band aid, as much as I don't want to miss your touch
These feelings has become my second skin, it's still painfully raw.

I will forever love you,
I hate myself for having these thoughts
Yet I'm stuck in the quicksand of time
I fall to my knees, happiness locked within me, the key I misplaced as darkness decend
I feel it in my core, I instantly then realise,
This condition, has no exit door.
Sometimes we get stuck in the past
No matter how logic pulls at your heart
It's broken from the inside
So the voice of reason it no longer hears
You cannot ease your fears
So you fall to your knees, you pray that time heals
Push down these emotions
And hope to again one-day be reunited with glee.
David P Carroll Mar 2020
Kissing and holding you
Walking along the sea shore
Our hearts beating
inside each other
Down by the sea shore.

Days together
In the warm bed
Wrapped in a blanket
Feeling true love.

Holding hands
Watching the stars
Shine from above
Wishing on the stars
That have falling nearby.

My sweetheart.

To have you in my life
And in my heart
This love its so true
A dream that had
Truly come true.

I want you to know
Something true
Every day with you
Is a my dreams come true
And I'll forever
Be in love with you...
True Love
David P Carroll Mar 2020
Sweetheart your

Truly special to

Me in every way,

It's because

I truly love you

So much in life

With each passing day....
True Love
David P Carroll Mar 2020
There's nothing more
Beautiful than true love
someone who shares
your laughter, Happiness
your joy and cares truly
For you in life,
someone who's there
For you every day
In good times and bad
who stays by your side every day in life,
And tells you they love you
Every day in your life....
Love Me
Apoorva Mar 2020
The idea of people is an insult on human condition.
There's nothing left in my heart than shear disillusion for those who say I'm your friend.
What does a friend means anyway?
Just an equally dissatisfied consumer of society?
I don't know sometimes.
I just wish we could erase memories like we erase our names from chalkboards.
Easy, Swift and effective.
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Then again what to do with this beautiful life that is nothing but a bad waste of time.
I wish we could commit suicides while existing, because it's too much for us to take pity of others and their sympathy.
Opinions and questions which are as useless as sweaters in Summers.
.
It never goes away, it always haunts behind the curtains. Always ready to embrace me when I'm even a bit satisfied with myself.
What is this?
Who is it?
I don't know, and I don't even wish to know.
I'm better at being worse, there's this strange comfort in knowing that you can't be anymore disappointed and dissatisfied than you already are.
Existence is for sissies who sleep in their bedrooms till they're 80.
I'd rather just disappear and refuse to be anything else than what I already am.
Not a poem, but poetry.
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