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Cana Feb 2018
Morning mood was bleak
Spiced with some Jazz, a poached egg and Appreciation.

Noon was carnival!
BBQ on the dock sprinkled with tropical house and a heavy dose of ***.

Night was narcissism
Sinful Bourbon and banana desserts, cigarettes aplenty, blue lights and bad habits
Day 6 was a good day.
Colzz MacDonald Feb 2018
I tried to buy a Valentines
Then I really did not
I definitely thought about it
Still positively not a lot
It is harshly overrated
A complete waste of time
It may not be complicated
Exactly like this rhyme
So not hard to buy something
As a token of my care
There really is nothing
No present out there
Paying money for a card
Is an expense too far
Romance is not truly barred
When your partner is a star
Be thankful for the pleasure
Of my company here each day
Love speaks beyond measure
When you’re romantic in the right way
I did not buy you a Valentines
I am sure your displeasure mounts
Still, I had thought about it
And you know…
…it is the thought that counts
Alicia Allen Feb 2018
Hello, hello old friend!
How's the weather up there on thy lofty perch?

Does it neither thunder nor rain?
Do you too not experience unexpected storms that toss and tumble things about just so?

Does your upturn nose not itch from the stench of your own narcissism?
Do you not fear the arbitrary nature of your own will, that it should grow a life of its own and tumble you down like a potted plant from a high rise window sill ?

Does your *** not hurt from how stiffly you sit? Fixed in your stance, relying solely on your own crooked opinions?

Hello, hello old friend!
Do your ears belie the sound of the condescension in your voice
And your eyes blinded by your own pretence to hide you from yourself?

Oh,
no wonder you cannot see further than your nose.
Maverick Feb 2018
Narcissism isn’t a crime
But if it were
I would sentence you
To life
In a room
With no mirrors.
Tsunami Feb 2018
One day,
I will write a book
He'll claim it is about him
“Why couldn't you get over me?”
“Why are you still stuck in the past? This was years (months, days, minutes) ago”.

I’ll say it's about how you made me feel,
How you left me.
How you broke me,
Then made me pick up the pieces.
How you ****** me,
Told me you loved me.
Choked identical words out of me.
Deserted me.

I wrote a book about loving someone despite everything he had done to me.
Encompassing me
Hurting me.
Not him.
hating someone is better
Orion Rosemary Jan 2018
Words unspoken, truths unsaid
Lies are spinning spiderwebs

Sleek, sticky, uncouth, unclean,
Hisses, dies, but won’t quite leave

Regret sinks, seeps through cracks
Bursting, rotting, emotion lacks

Like a fly; caught in a web,
Buzzes, struggles, alive then dead

Spreading poison through the flies,
Sticking, hurting webs of lives

“Change me! Change me!”

Birds that sing
Screeching, die with broken wings

Crawling, creeping, chills my back
Hissing, dying, emotion lacks

No more flies, cannot feed,
Hisses, dies, but won’t quite leave

Remaining behind, even still,
Cobwebs spun,
Lives fall apart or are even killed.
Be careful not to indulge in lies, white or not.
Savannah Jan 2018
I created their sun and they shall thank me for the light

I created darkness and they shall thank me for the night

I created breath and they shall thank me for the right

I created love and they shall thank me when it dies

I created hate and they shall thank me when it ignites

I created misery and they shall thank me when they cry

I created death but they shall thank me for the time

For I created all so I must consume all of their lives
Adam Robinson Dec 2017
Collected punk neon girl
Pixie goth artsy boy
I could read you both anytime
I'm a stickler for a problem
So enough of the courage
Enough of the bravado
I love things I cannot fix
So drugs, mental plague and festering narcissism are the things I like
A secret to only myself
My friend brings on lovers
Who are scared to touch
They look on with pearly eyes
And mouth out words.
With only silent prayer they have --
No action.
She lies there ashamed.
Too pure too touch
Too perfect to be near
She's a gyroscopic girl - a dancing queen of flowers
Too thunderous to tame
Must be nice, I say.
Hell, she replies.
It makes her grow black thorns
Which makes me show her my black moths
In my own brain
Another friend is in a mix
She cannot feel her teeth
As she digs on into cruel flesh
Endlessly --
Prospering off of the mania.
Madness in us all
Sparks only to blame.
Get Out Of My Head
Trevor Dowe Nov 2017
Conceit and Condescension flow through my veins
I bleed Superiority
I'm a liar
I could use a dash or two of Confidence in my morning tea
I'd settle for a water with a little splash Vanity
I'm an echo of originality

Vainglorious is my halo
I'm not bothered by what other people think of me
I'm a fraud
I crave Narcissism in my burritos
I lust for Pride in my beer
I am a ghost of inspiration

Pride and Tyranny are my wings
My aura is Aloof
I'm a mask
I'll take a shot of Snobbery with my scotch, neat
I wish I had Arrogance in my head
I am  a mass hallucination
This is an inverted dichotomy of my self-perception. I focus more on the invisibility in real life, where here I am focusing on the elitist self-absorbed attributes that exist within me
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