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Boss Wretch May 14
I'm scared to get close and I hate being alone
I long for that feeling to not feel at all
The higher I get, the lower I'll sink
I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim
I think I'm just unlucky...
Akira Apr 20
When I first you,
you looked like a poor wretch,
unhappy
with his life,
a man who experienced
great misfortune.

When I first kiss you,
you tasted like whiskey,
full of hidden mysteries,
but when I had
the opportunity to know you.
I saw a man who's
true
to his words.
My man, so proud of you
Speak my name
And I shall materialize
Casting dark shadows
To blind your eyes
And bind you
To misfortuned destiny
Speak my name
And prepare to see
That bad luck has a dearly cost
But comes to you for free
For every
Broken hearts
River bleeds
Moon bleeds
Pen bleeds

But
Those things
Make sense
Only to those
Who cares
Willing
To share
The dark hour
In the end
Genre: Dark
Theme: Solidarity
Kyle Mouat Feb 11
I sat broken atop a mountain
Cursing all of the gods
For having me restrained
Against impossible odds;

For having me seek love,
Never to obtain it;
For giving nothing to write of,
And be viewed as a hypocrite;

For needing rejection,
To function in life
To never have the affection
Of caring, loving wife;

For making me soft in heart,
Afraid of the world before me;
Fearful of being torn apart
By some unholy earthly thing;

For having me always laugh
But never feel joyful and reviled
Being a joke on people's behalf,
Yet always having to smile;

Tis the gods that I curse
For my stubborn will and spirit
So that even when it hurts
I'll still be adherent;

For making me a fool
Before all of the earth
For treating me quite cruel
Making me wish I'd died at birth;

For forcing me into solitude
Making me able to see
That I am not being pursued
By those who could love me;

So I sit cursing the gods
Who sit on their thrones so high;
Hoping they'll strike me down
Leaving me up on the mountain to die.
Words' Worth Aug 2019
I'm different from the advertisements
I'm different from being able to check the diffident
I'm differently formed, coffered the affidavit
The defendant left me in a spell of the time that I had lost
Imbibing my guilt in the adequate alacrity, inevitable wasn't it
The loss of my sensible sagaciousness and I took it to curtsy for my childish grin
Smirks and lenience were standing upon at gaze, in the confused crowd
Only you, you were standing in the surface flowing with troughs of tridents of storms
Making choices beyond your gayness, and pristine condition was your choice of gentleness
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Juan Bot Jul 2019
Butter, like a fine piece of work
Is impacted upon the slim toast
Like grass on the soil
Like me with you.

For many years I've dream't
Unbeknownst of your presence,
Kneeling down before me,
And with those shine in your eyes,
Zig-zagging along the ground,
A fine snake trail leaves behind you.
Where did the time go?
And she still stares at me.
To my one and only love. Still there. Waiting...
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