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Nigel Finn Apr 2016
I've got that feeling once again,
After staying up til 3 A.M,
When insecurities start to creep,
And I curse myself for lack of sleep.

It seems I have no way of knowing,
Which way my thought process is going,
One day I'm happy, the next I'm glum,
And console myself with smoke and ***.

I try to find a compromise-
Get blasted drunk, and close my eyes,
But the world keeps spinning round and round,
Bottle's empty- no peace found.

Like the Irish airman in the sky,
I seem to watch as other lives flash by,
Then I pass out, hoping I'll never know,
The places those tormented souls must go.
A Sassoon inspired poem (the last two lines are almost completely stolen from "Suicide in the Trenches"), with a nod to W.B.Yeats with the Irish airman reference. Two of my favourite poets.

Written whilst feeling a bit guilty that I'm just a small, insignificant person with not much power to change anything, and being quite drunk. Never a good combination.
Xyns Mar 2016
I think it's crazy
How we've all been brainwashed
Into believing that one of us
Can change nothing

We've been taught
To only see Adolf's evils
And to ignore
The magnificence of his rise

We're told stories of revolutionaries
In such a way
That we only dream of revolution
And settle for the man's reality

Isn't it amazing
How we've all been coaxed
Into believing one alone is insignificant
Selectively forgetting all starts with one

You, Me, She, or even He
Could change this world
With the right words and work
But we won't

We've been brainwashed
Into
*Insignificance
Just some thoughts to think about.
Sofia Mar 2016
in a cathedral of my own making
i am dust basked in sun light
with hands stretched out
to love the pillars
that have held me up
when the stained glass windows
were celebrated for the
light they let in
and the most divine part of me
the cracks of my temple at
the bottom of my spine were
left to widen like horizons
begging to be spread farther
were left like myths untold
but all the stories are true
and the smallest parts of me
are not fables and myths
left to keep your imagination
alive and you afloat
the smallest parts of me
are particles that have
held me up longer
than you have
and i may be alone
just as many of us are
but who has time to
count a star
when astronomers count
galaxies on the tips of their fingers
and i am but an atom of the universe
just as we all are
Greggory Haffer Dec 2015
I understand you are trying, really I do
it's not your fault though, it's mine right?

I mean that's what I learned,
you taught it to me remember?
and now I am synonymous with ungratefulness, manipulation, betrayal

I remember nights I was up well past my 8:00 bedtime
too excited to eat
too anxious to sleep
I was happy
because you were almost here

my      
Defender      
Advocate      
Dependable
Devoted      
Yes-man      
finally come home... but you didn't

you were here until you weren't
you were on your way until you changed your course
you wanted us until you didn't,
but you were always right, always perfect
and we were a game you liked to play until our batteries ran out

now we are Disgusting,
ripped Apart at our seams
yearning to be Desired again in
the midst of Divorce
and You don't even notice us

broken

I am looking at you across the table
both of us too busy assembling our internal defenses with
what we stole from each other to
reconcile


And I, your suffering, shameful son, am tired.
Neex Jul 2015
This feeling called love,
With all it's trouble,
All it's pain,
All it's hurt,
I'll take it.

Hopefully,
I feel the bliss,
Because I'm craving it,
And this feeling,
Of insignificance,
**Is tearing me apart.
I want that feeling,
The feeling that someone doesn't just need me,
But wants me aswell.
Ryan James Jun 2015
These tears of red
Stain a canvas of nothingness
An artful ode to insignificance
The works of a hemophiliac
Kale May 2015
I am oblivious,
To you and your feelings,
To your pain
To your anger.
I consider you an insignificance
To the air space
Your presence annoys
My living soul.
You come to question
Who I am?
I am someone who is the
bane of your entire existence.
Perhaps the reason,
why I find flowers,
so simple yet beautiful,
is not because of their beauty,
but because of how easily they can be created,
at the fingertips of myself.

Perhaps the reason,
that I find myself,
so insignificant,
is not because of my insecurities,
but because of anothers perception.

Perhaps the reason,
may never be known.
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