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Aa Harvey May 2018
In your opinion


If I was your opinion, I would change on a daily basis
And sit myself next to anybody with the latest look.
If I was your opinion I would count for nothing at all;
You’re so alternatively a part of the in-crowd that I think you ****!


In your humble opinion, you are everything and more,
But in my humble opinion you are worth nothing at all.
The thoughts you think are right;
They are the thoughts you have been told.
The thoughts you think, are not your own.


They tell you what choice to make; be a fake.
Be what they want you to be; it is you I hate.
They are the norm, the ones you must follow,
But it is you I detest because you are so hollow.


You want to be them, because they have popularity;
This is why you must be hated, by all of society.
Cast out from the in-crowd for wanting to be in.
You are pitiful, you are a waste of a life and you are sin.


You have no opinion of your own and you care about your phone,
So I feel nothing for you at all, because you are a no-one.
You want a nice car and a beautiful home,
But you live behind a curtain that covers your soul.


You cannot let them see the real you,
Because it is black inside that heart of yours, so go be used.
Leave me here to have opinions of my own…
By the way you don’t have a good phone.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Louisa Coller May 2018
"I don't like it, do it again!",
she spouts and hurls out to her men.

"It's different, abnormal, strange you see!",
that's what he shouted at me.

Why must someone be in such need to yell?
Well can't you tell?

They complain and complain until they finally zip up,
come on now! Don't be such tough luck!
It's different! It's strange? Something new you scream!

I have a little word for you,
called 'individuality'.
Why when a group of people share one singular opinion, they refuse to acknowledge another, even when they disagree?
stargazer May 2018
Think
Not many do
Wash their thoughts down the sink
I wouldn't do that if I were you
It's not so hard to have your own opinion, so why doesn't anyone go and get some?
When I write, you say, "it's a reflection,"
When I write, you say, "it's an affliction;              
       it mirror's my heart's true direction."
YOU prophesied my soul's final
destination!                    
                                ­               

Will you be there to witness the outcome      
                             of your own prediction?

"I'm just another puppet,
  I'm just another tool; like a pigeon on  
          the Devil's stool, one more
                               fool that, The Master of
                                                     Deception,
                          uses to create confusion!"

I must fail miserably for it not to be a clandestine activity!

Who am I to argue with someone, who    
     has a set of detective tools, like you?  I'd hate to be so objective, besides,
who wants to be that predictive?
Surely not me, surely not you!
             ~Venjencie NightWriter69
Hey guys, esp @valerie, I wish I could check this out every day. I love the #tag challenges by #valerie. I wish I could comment on everyone's work that I do get to read but even more than that, I wish I could read every single line of everyone on here. I wished I could write more often. But I know 1 thing for sure if you are in any kind of relationship, spouse, job, family member, etc... then a passion for writing like I have... will break every bond that you have in life. Being if that bond so much has a crack that only let's in a small amount of light. Blessings.
justine grace Apr 2018
The lights on the ceilings keeps blinking
changing it's colour
following the beat of the rhythm
my perspective widens
as i slow gravitate myself
towards the many of individuals
that i share the same space with

In this big room
i observe my surroundings
the insecurity these people have
they hold on to
watching their doings
wondering what thoughts could possibly linger through

As they sway their bodies side to side
as i sit here in one corner
wth a glass of whiskey in my hand
i wonder

Are they happy?
are we happy?
am i happy?

We spend our nights
dancing in a crowded room
with people we barely know
we grind on people
as if we got no care in the world

Really, though?

Do we?

Are we ignorant?

Or obnoxious?

What are we doing really?
because
i, for one
have no clue
so tell me
what are we doing?
Kim Essary Apr 2018
Thoughts roaring through my head, never stopping long enough to solve my own issues.
I watch as the remains of my sanity string through my fingertips with no chance to stop it.
I have been told all of my life, how I'm so strong , how they wish they could handle things like me , how do I do it , I'm the strongest woman they have ever seen.  And I ponder on these opinions and still wish one thing.
I wish I were standing there as they were standing here, just a glance through their eyes I would like to see, I would like to see through there eyes as they are looking at me . To be on the outside looking in would be a sight to see, maybe one day I'll see through my own eyes what their eyes see when they are looking at me.
If they could see inside my soul they would see just how strong I'm not as this stress of life and depression has left a saddened heart
Amanda Kay Burke Mar 2018
The silence between us grows slightly larger
Every single time we talk
It's never uncomfortable for me
You are my dependable rock

Instead of awkward it's restful
A warm glow laced with unspoken words
We understand why hopes and dreams
Often fly away like little birds

Others think we can't keep the love
We have, look at us like we are crazy
Like we don't know the heartbreak ahead of us
We know. In our minds it is just sorta hazy

There won't be any hurt or heartache
As long as we unite together
There will always be doubters
Their opinions are all as light as a feather

Non-believers will scoff at our playful snow fights
The delight in my voice when I shriek
You always let me win even though
We both know I am unathletic and weak

They think they know about us
I assure you they don't have a clue what's within
This level of love is a mountain we climbed
They can't even begin to imagine
This is another super old one
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