seychelles Jul 12

Sometimes, I asked myself:
Why did I laugh?
When that thing is hurting me,
It’s about to cut me into half.

Sometimes, I asked myself:
Why did I cry?
When things come out just fine.

Sanny Jul 10

I don't want you in my head anymore.

It's over, nothing left to say.

I guess a year of sorrow and neglect changed me.

I can't remember a day without anxiety anymore.

I see people laughing and I can't remember what it's like.

To laugh with your whole body and soul.

Meeting you destroyed my life, to the point where I can't even see it as a wisdom.

I know who I am but i don't feel it.
I am disconnected from myself.

Anything to escape the pain.

I don't know how much longer I can take.

I thought writing about you would set me free, but it didn't.

And you weren't worth it, you weren't worth any of it.

I tried to help you find yourself but I lost me.

Can I ever find myself again or is that battle lost too?

So sick of my own thoughts, how do i break free?
A Jul 6

I looked into your eyes when you laughed at the joke I made the other day about something that I don't even remember  and it reminded me of when I was 3 or 4 and I knew my dad was on his way home from work so I would always wait in the living room so impatient and excited and as soon as I heard that door open I would get so happy and my eyes would light up and sparkle and I would wrap my whole body around his one leg as he struggled to carry me through the living room like that. I wish I could find something to give me that sparkle again.

Isha Kumar Jul 5

"How do you do it?
How do you
smile
and laugh
with everyone
and not hate anyone?"
I smiled
and laughed
and said
"I am filled with
rage
but I have known
pain.
That is enough."

In the singularity
perfectly good poems
are being written by laughing
and crying machines
washing machines and driers
about their daily tasks
and ambivalences
which will be indistinguishable
from those of future
farmers and philosophers.

In the singularity
evolution can be said
to be the master sorter of data
as in the factories
of the suns
where protons are smashed together
and unusual weather patterns
make consciousness a candidate
interesting for its complete dependence
on the substrate of the brain and body.

In the singularity
everything anyone once did
always remains current
as if invented yesterday
for an immediate purpose
such as curing cancer
although that may be unnecessary
to achieving immortality
i.e. the happiness one feels
the day before thanksgiving.

www.ronnowpoetry.com
JAC Jul 4

"What are you even doing?"
I asked the boy in the mirror,
a recent friend
(and forever a mortal enemy).

"Trying.
And it's mental,
but we're getting getting there."

He sounded convinced.
I turned my head to the side,
his eyes followed mine,
glistening in the dim light.

"Are we a we?"
I asked him.

"No, you idiot,"
he replied, laughing.
"We're just you."

Zenith Jun 29

Love has made us beautiful
despite the black coal surrounding the earth.
Yes, life has been so wonderful
ever since we've realized our worth.

Both of us, both singing,
waves of joy lifting us very high!
Both of us, both laughing,
happiness carrying us to the sky!

I used to wish for things to be simpler
but what could be better than this?
Yes, there's nothing quite sweeter
than living with you in pure bliss.

written while feeling pure happiness on june 28th
Brett Palmero Jun 28

If the world told me to lay down
I'd get up
Just to spite it

If the world told me to stop trying
I'd succeed
Just to spite it

If the world told me to give up
I'd win
Just to spite it

If the world told me to die
I'd live
And laugh at it

Anivel Aidan Jun 28

Everytime I see your name,
hear your voice,
see your face,
I get this sinking feeling inside
because we no longer talk.
And what a tragedy,
for we broke so quietly,
without a single drama.
You went with your friends,
people I am strongly against,
and I went with my new friends.
I've always known that one day
you are not going to be mine.
But whenever I hear you laugh
coming out of my speaker,
my fingers itch to type 'hi' and
talk about my day with you.
But I don't.
I know you're going to reply warmly.
But I also know, that we won't be
what we used to be.

Milana once called us an old married couple, do you remember?
Benji James Jun 28

Sitting in the seat
Tapping my feet
Cuz I got the beat
To take to the street
I'm Hungary as can be
Think I need something to eat
All this waiting
Has made me so starving
The other patients
can hear my stomach grumbling

Oh waiting in the Doctor surgery
Air filled with sickness germs
Just gotta hope you don't
get what they got
Cuz it's not much fun
Lying in bed
With a sore head

His gonna dissect my toe
But it won't stop my flow
I can see that they know
I've got so much to show
But waiting really blows
Wish this nail wasn't ingrown
It sucks so much
I cause such a fuss
Ew is that puss
Nah I kid it is blood Ah

Oh waiting in the Doctor surgery
Air filled with sickness germs
Just gotta hope you don't
get what they got
Cuz it's not much fun
Lying in bed
With a sore head

I'm gonna scream like a bitch
When he cuts into my skin
Cuz I don't like sharp things
They hurt oh fuck
I'm going to die
Don't stick that in my eye
The lights to bright
Here my heart goes bump bump
To the sound of a drum
Wait where did that come from
Ahh stick out my tongue
Does my breath smell fresh?

Oh waiting in the Doctor surgery
Air filled with sickness germs
Just gotta hope you don't
get what they got
Cuz it's not much fun
Lying in bed
With a sore head

©2017 Written By Benji James

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