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Iska 1d
I find your words to be empty.
Much like collectible ornate journals
lined up on a shelf.
Stunning to behold.
Carrying the weight of so much
promise and potential,
but of no substance.
I find myself choking
on the dust between
the pages of words
you never mean.
Cynthia 3d
Many people claim God isn’t real
yet continue to speak,
“If it is in God’s will.”

Many people claim God isn’t real
yet will pray,
“God have mercy.”

Many people claim God isn’t real
but continue to recite scripture
in His name.

I wonder if they do this on purpose,
or if part of them still believes.

Maybe religion treated them wrong,
gave them no alternative but to leave.

I don’t blame them.
It’s hard to feel alienated
in a supposedly
“open community.”

Or maybe they’re in denial,
afraid of a higher authority.
Perhaps they know they haven’t been good,
that deep down, they never fit
the Christian standard.

But as much as they say they don’t believe—

we will beg on our deathbed
to get into a heaven we do not believe in,
as we are all just contradictions within ourselves.

It might be regret,
survival,
logic.

But in those final minutes,
you’ll pray to a God you deny
because no matter how you try,
you cannot accept
your own nature
Arcassin B Feb 18
By Abpoetry


Tired of being somebody that goes above and beyond,
Tired of being a pawn,
Tired of the everlasting ignorance I get from women,
I'm in a different arc now , that should be a villain,
Furthermore *** is genuine to you?
Weighing out all the options for your dream guy,
Might hurt you,
Tired of being looked at based on level of attraction,
Or not making transactions,
"Oh he don't got car keys or tattoos, not for the taking",
I been said it,
This generation's cooked for our race in fact,
We'll dead it , this **** is pretty ******* stupid anyway,
Backburners , the only thing women will put me on,
Birdchirpers , they'll say you got your incel turned on,
No apps , no friends , no lies , selflove only prevails.
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2025/02/abpoetry-presents-death-of-long.html?spref=tw
Ylzm Feb 13
It's unbearable to hear the blind speak of light
Or the dead teaching the dead how to live
And liars affirming liars with yet more lies
But alas inescapable is this babelic cacophony
I run, far into the wilderness, but woe upon me clings
Thus I close my eyes, shut my ears, seal my tongue
Wrap myself in the dark depths of desolation
And like the dead, slip into the silence of the void
Faith Cubitt Feb 11
Deep in my heart I knew you'd leave.
I knew I wasn't good enough, even though I tried.
but I wanna know how you left so effortlessly?
I gave you my all.... so fully, leaving none of myself for me.
I rooted my self worth in you, if you loved me, I loved me. (but I would always love you more)
so how? how could you just leave without a second thought, knowing I loved you? knowing I would have given you the world  if you only would have asked?
you told me to jump and I asked how high.
even now, if you came back, I'd welcome you with open arms.
saying sorry for anything I did to make you leave. because I loved you. and I always will love you.
but I know you won't. you couldn't, you chose not to.
I was a space holder, no matter the lies you told me, the loved you pretended to share.
I was a mere page in your story, but you were my book....
I loved you more than life itself, I gave everything to you, even though I knew you were gonna leave. what the hell am I supposed to do now?....
How We Must Bear With Those,
Possessing An
Origami Mouth;

Folding Their Hate Talk,
Into Decorative Speech

Tell Me, Even As Their
Mouth Speaks,
Does A Chef,
&

Their Own
Recipe Of Lies,

Taste The Deceit On
Their Own Lips;

What More
Their Kiss?

Writeability Feb 6
Words brought us to eachother
Truths
Colorful auras blinding your eyes
Beautiful lies
I chose to believe
Like a blindfold tight around my head

Words kept us together
Passions expressed with precision
Obsession brought to oblivion
The thing about words
They are tricky
They grab
And they pull
Each word is a choice
Every syllable rolling off your tongue
Tiny inconsistencies
Adding up

Words that tease
Grabbing my inner child
I'm brought to tears with the thought of the games that have been played

Love
Looking past each sentence
Watching what's to come
The beauty
The pain

Pen to paper
Reading the written words
Filled with adoration
I believe
I feel the unadulterated love
My heart fills with joy
It overflows

Change

No more words
Lost for what to say
My heart still beats for you
Trying to learn the language that was lost

Moving forward without listening to the things that are told
Getting in my head
Thinking thoughts that I cannot properly express
Things unsaid
That I'll never hear
Only dreaming that the words were true

My heart grew with everything I heard

Now I only feel
No more speaking of feelings
Only having them in my head
Caged in my mind

Words create stories
They draw you in
And spit you out
They spin tales
And they build castles

Take with it what you will

I stole the words
I ruined the book
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