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Father saw in me a doctor
Teacher as a traitor
Full of burden and pain
I got pressurise by that drain
Hopes on me were high
I had to say my dreams bye
Fear of the failure
Was stealing all my pride

I saw myself in darkness
A system as a curse
Full of torture and unrest
And the rat race to be the first
I was lost in the cold
I was feeling all alone
Fear for the future
Was leaking all my hopes

But its time to hear my heart
And the darkness will apart
I'll try to find my way
I'll not care what they say
Beneath this sky
I know I have to prove
The brightness of my life
Will never let me lose
Eric Feb 2021
Your presence has now become redundant and         superfluous . I'm tired of feeling furious over non-sense, over actions and feelings . A relationship with you,  isn't at all appealing . It's as if a succubus is ******* the very soul from my being . And seeing , a superficial world with a superficial girl , strikes me as insane . You gain , everything I lose . You regret everything you choose . So what's the use . Why make things the way they are , when you know how big scars are . Your a pretentious kind of  person . Ostentatious to say the least . Which means big in a logical sense . Oh well , sing the bell in my head . As I review every moment spent . Starring at you for some comfort and establishment . All to the more I, spending more time forgetting it.  You know what I regret ? Why I let people , other human beings , get so close .…….
Man Jan 2021
you'll find someone
to love and hold on to
and you'll have happy times
together

forget why you went with one another
and where you went, for what
but suppose it makes no difference
to two lovebirds

it's the kind of love that makes people turn their heads
mirrored in their faces is everything we want
so we just stare, waiting for our reflection

though that might wain
love's thrill comes in rolling
on the crest of another day
as sure as a sunrise
Man Nov 2020
that we may fall
to arms

blades sharpened
on the grindstone of hate
atlas stands

shouldering the weight
that their words
were willed to do wicked deeds
he weeps

at the long suffering
at length and still here
Every step I take towards living,
I'm stepping away from my calling
I'm stepping everywhere
end up getting nowhere
in search of stepping stones,
to move up the ladder
without grasping the idea
that these stones,
in due time,
will be steps I climb
up the downstair.
Am I trying to climb the ladder to nowhere?
Am I stepping up or down?
Am I kicking myself around?
Vishal Pant Aug 2020
A smile is rare among the crowd
even the sky has a gloomy shroud
colorful flowers replaced with concrete gray
more worship and less pray

It's becoming hard to be human
when everybody is concerned with their toman
loving yourself has become secondary
people's kindness is now nary

the world needs optimistic fools
seeing the good where none is left
chasing happiness in the gloomy seas of depression

I might become a fool
if somebody joins me along the way
and maybe these gray clouds will pour away
and the flowers might bloom again
Jammit Janet Aug 2020
#42
It'll flow when it flows,
Like a babbling brook,
Giggling through meadows,
Of creativity,
And mental banks,
Full of books,

Stimulation,
Free from frustration,
Exaltation,
Intoxication,

Full of life,
Full of love,

To nurture your being,
Cuddle your feelings,
Revive,
Your sense of meaning.
Hear me read it to you here: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Fg1E-oNWylfib4sqqQLQ6OF2NA8qIJHT/view?usp=sharing
Natalija Aug 2020
I'm lighting candles
I have to.
To clear a path
To see.

Darkness is fun
But to live there
You sometimes have to run

I don't want to run
Relax.
Take a walk
Watch.
Observe all around

Light up your candle
Together.
We share that path.
Live and follow your candles.
Mitch Prax Aug 2020
You are
still alive.
Breathe,
heal,
and you will thrive.
Just know that
this too shall pass
as you overcome
this impasse.
Charlotte T Aug 2020
Amid the thundering exterior of redemption, and the pulsing currents encompassing repossession, I find something more gentle inside recovery.
A faint radiance, of which resembles an immersion amongst the tenderness of learning how, once again, to bloom.
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