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Kai Oct 13
I trusted you ever since we met
You even made me in debt
You took advantage of me,
You stabbed me,
But I couldn't see
I was only so oblivious
I am still so oblivious
I acknowledge it,
But I don't care about it

I was only six years old
I wasn't old-
Enough to learn that you-
Were taking advantage of me
I couldn't see-
The knife you-
Stabbed into me until you disappeared
I wasn't open-eared
I couldn't hear,
Until a clone of you came along
It's been so long
Since I heard
I can hear now,
I can trust you now

The cycle just repeats;
Day by day,
Bay to bay.
This is just about people who come in my life just to take advantage of me

There's no ending to it. There's no ending to their endless manipulation and how much they take advantage of me. Please make it stop.
Kai Oct 13
I despise this species
I envy this species
How they can fly high
Fly high in the sky
They seem so free
Why can't I be like thee?

I'm a bird trapped inside a small cage
Waiting to get out
Society's standards are like the cage
I can't bend them or else others will not like me
But if I do bend thee
I'll get a taste of freedom
With sour consequences on the side
The rules I have to abide
Now I'm stuck in between the lines of the cage
Where they bind
My freedom
As I watch other birds
Fly high in the air
Without a care
Sam S Oct 12
In a world full of noise,
We find the ones whose crazy
mirrors our own.
Not to silence the wolf inside,
Not to calm the madness,
But to make us feel whole—alive.
Bianca Oct 3
Writing to fill this void
A darkness that grows darker
With each passing day
Like the rays of the sun
Slowly fades away
Having impulsive thoughts
Fighting a war long been faught
Between mind ,body and soul
Not wanting to hurt
So you bleed
Knowing you're still breathing
You say you don't want to end
This merry -go- round cycle
Of wanting to stop
This madness
To feel the bliss
Ariannah Sep 29
I wish I were a bird.
Smart and independent,
Free and liberal.
No rules to respect,
No one to neglect.

I would fly as far as my eyes can see;
I would live for as long as I wish to be,
Known to place foot on this earth
For the freedom I wish to unlock.

But I'm stuck in a cage,
With wings I can't yet claim;
Watching my friends fly through the storm,
Not realizing things will take a turn.
Idk I just want to be free ig
Zelli Sep 12
writing is what keeps me sane.
I keep fighting these unfair games with my brain
the commotion in my head so loud I can barely think straight
sleepless nights and empty walls
my mind is an endless hall
chaos, madness, hurricanes
I can't seem to turn away
maybe I'm the one to blame.
Sophie Lucy Sep 8
I can't read a book, or write a single song,
I can't seem to think straight anymore.

Feeling sorry for myself just cos I don't have you,
It happens to be the only thing that I ever do.
I know I won't have you ever in this lifetime,
Yet it doesn't stop me from wishing you were mine.
I try to plot how we're going to meet and fall in love,
but then I slump back in my bed, already had enough.

These thoughts of you, they plague my mind,
and no matter how hard I try,
You're still in my brain,
Think I'm going insane,
I am madly, sadly, badly in love.
I'm longing for someone I can't have and it drives me insane.
Rick Warr Aug 31
regardless of the topic
always completing
with a self effacing chuckle
to be eternally nice
and cheerfully accepting
all that life throws at you
is just bland

no alarms and
no surprises here

those who are
compelled to ignore
the humanity of passion
and all it’s forms
rage, hilarity, grief, madness
not to allow them out
not to scream and shout
living a life banal
a life in denial
of life itself

these releases
i allow all my company
as i allow them for myself

i am bored
with the need
to smooth things over
the sensations of passion
the expression of them
is the juice of life
and art itself

vent i say
with as much
colour as you can
let your feelings
be the drive in your song
your chance to belong
amongst us flawed humanity
eschew banality
make a stand, and
banish bland
thoughts on preference of people
Ken Pepiton Jun 29
Yes, reading, using only text, unbreakably plain,
as benign as simple first seems, easy to keep thinking

we may be evolving as we think in ways none thought
possible to leave be so easing, lifting, lightening thinking

we need not toil,
at this instance,
the nature of the medium,
holding any sense we make,
massaging the messenger, to me
arranges time around second glances,
it may mean as many as seventy things,

but tome, said in Hebrew, is integrated innocense,
and it has a verbal form, completing certain trans
actions, in spacetime mindful practice fields,
as pre-spiring aspiring transpirits transpiring
into little willful art works, aspirational asps

sneaky snake, wise serpent, dragon prosperity,
dragon of lucifity, crawling like an army, on its belly,

Set, divine sylabbles from babbling brooks,
that loved the high mountains in that science
of Aristotle kind of love, rich kids learned as religion.

The initiation into the mysteries.

Those oaths, I swear, we hear them
to this day, as games are played, old spells
muttered, and the veterans of Satanic Panic,

at the edge
of the last millennium,
once more, gather socially,
to see shown, the Q- document
included the ritual,
to let this mind, be
in you, and you  be thinking,

-- wait one adjectively untainted minute,
is the-this art, is this thinkable, without
authority?

this peace I am taking, I did not make it, but
I can take it. I fought no dragon,
won no war.
I solved the house troubling egg
riddle, silk eggs store story lines
on the scale
of life, entire memories
of winds waters since the ice,
last reached farther last summer,
than this, these
memories
in gaseous we formed last gasps,
suddenly

it ended… and we survived,
we feel the need t
o let it be known, and lo'
we have a culture atuned
to the tongue I was programed
to use awarily as the message medium.

Imagined while Goldie Hawn was asking
Marshall McLuhan, what are you doin'?
Dig it. Digit. An instant in a we.
'68. There was video tape,
and searchible reel to reel, let's test it, in a mind

re-ify, ify if I knew when time mattered last,

what would now be worth, back then?
In attention?
The ways we sow subversive verse is potentially as permanent as the web;\
which we designed to survive 1961 foreseeable destructive entities. Post debate angst...  spent in sudden frustration to prevent cardiac events.
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