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Shimbo Pastory Dec 2019
Stains are seen
Then when we are clean.
Faults become sin
From what we've been.
When fortunes are green,
Hearts become mean.
Those who aren't successful do not lack something to say against those who leave the common grounds, those who succeed.
sometimes,
dear,
you sound just a little jealous.
i see it in your eyes.
you hate me with her.
i see it in your writing.
you hate what i do.
maybe you'll think i'm stuck up.
i could do better,
it's my fault.
i'm sorry,
i was trying,
dear.
trying to be better..?
i don't know.
but i was trying.
for: huxley densen
Anthony Mayfield Dec 2019
How can I not hate you all
You all live normal
Happy lives
I'm a victim
Of a monster's lies
A monster with blue hair
Led me to his lair
And in return
Desecrated my tavern
I thought I was free
But that monster he...
He...
He
Stole
Me
And took my liberty
I was free
Darkened yet happy
Now I am taint
Brittle dry paint
And you have the gall to be happy
But it's not your fault
You don't know a monster stole me
And you never will
I don't hate you

I envy you all
I can't hate you for what you don't know
Juno Dec 2019
Ok, I might be jealous
But not without a reason.
You stay home just for fun
And meanwhile I’m here alone. Um.
Lela Dec 2019
She
I guess I'll never be okay
with the way you look at her
With the way you touch her skin
With the way she makes you feel
And it makes me sick inside
When I think that you'll never be mine
Because we both know it's true

But you're happy
And she makes you smile
And that's all I care about
I guess I'm happy for you
Carlo C Gomez Dec 2019
Mastermind
Before their time
Or so their bio's show
They paint like
Picasso for a day
By numbers the rest of the year
Billboards say "This way"
But the intellectual vibe
Is the yellow brick road
To never, neverland
They speak rousingly clear
Talk of big plans
But fail to execute on game day
They critique us
Repeatedly so, only
Because they wish they were us
Their belief in nothing
But themselves is undeniably
The fatal flaw
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2019
Oh, those silly
birds of a feather
who flock together,
until one turns
pretty as a peacock,
then the rest cry fowl.
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