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Mohit Ramola Apr 2021
Confidence is my armour
Optimism is my saviour
I wander in the darkness
And kiss the silence
Don't tear my wings
Don't force me the rings
Even if I get thrashed
I will land into my saviour's arms
My armour would be holding my palms
Ralph Bobian Feb 2021
..Optimism..
What is optimism?
Optimism is when honest isn't...
It’s when you say that word
Cuz what you keep wanting to happen
Ends up happening different..
It’s when that night demon in your head
Keeps taunting you in your bed
By telling you to give in
but you refuse to listen
and talk back to it instead like
“Hey everything happens for a reason”
Ya keep on dreaming…

..Optimism..
That’s when you try to make lemonade
out of the lemons that life has handed you
even though they’re rotten..
That’s when you pour cold water
over the dead flowers you’ve been gifted
only to watch them drown
when you just wanted to make them blossom
That’s when you look at your own glass as half full
But ignore the poison in the glass
that’s it’s half full of regardless

…Optimism...
When the hope that you’ve always had
slowly turns into denial
until you deny that you have no hope
And it becomes a cycle for you to cope
With something you can’t let go of
Even when you know it’s long forgotten...

Ya it’s easy to say “sky’s the limit”
when you’re only keeping your chin up
Because you refuse to see
that underneath you
Is rock bottom

Optimistic -> caustic  until you’re drop-kicked
into a neurotic mental hardship..
so… what is optimism?

Simply put:
..Optimism is toxic..
Tessa Savanna Mar 2021
I have come to an endless pit,
And whirlpool of feelings.
I have made a pool of tears,
Of endlessly crying.
Created thunderstorm,
Created hurricane.
I have made everything annoying,
I have made everything ugly.
But my hands suddenly ask for a prayer,
To let my emotions flow,
To let everything go.
And God answered me,
With love and sincerity.
He have made my life beautiful.
I have come to a paradise of beauty,
And laid on a bed of roses.
There is always a time when I want to write everything I feel and it results to a poem of random thoughts and feelings.
KM Mar 2021
break from this hiatus of pressure
back to ultimate rebirth
there is room for a different world
in action
KM Mar 2021
what if we made it
what if
the regrets
and insecurities
couldn’t reach us anymore
helicopter seeds
descending past our ears
making little piles of our past
crushed under the weight of right now
right this second
the hate would simply fly past us
we’d fill each other with life
your golden ego would crack
crumbling down with the leaves
and all would be well
GJLT Mar 2021
Society is a being,
A breathing, living thing,
It’s skin is always cold,
It does not wish to let me be known,
For it needs me to fulfill its will,
But I want to abandon it so,
For it’s claws are deeply rooted
Into my fragile skin,
It does not care if I bleed,
But I cannot find myself in leave, for
It’d tear me terribly thin.
Freedom is an indifferent escape away,
But until one jumps, all will stay,
And so I will live out the same day,
Over and over again,
Thus is the wail of the proletariat,
Living as undying strays.
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