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Poetic T Apr 2020
It was my birthday, the year
   of a curse I never asked for..

         ****** from the temple
of solitude.

Now I just breath
                      dissatisfaction,
that every 365 days I'm meant
                to celebrate the
incarceration of life..

Its overrated..

Blowing out memories,
       smouldering resentment
Inhaled when I've lived another
                   moment to the finish line..

Why is it taking so long..

Happy Birthday Day to me,
          I'm another year older
                       of my lame existence ...

I'm the candle burning out,
my breath smouldering as I
                   hold my chest..

Oh' well least I don't have to wait
another year..

My only regret...
                          I didn't get a slice of cake..
el Apr 2020
what is love?
is it small
or is it big?
is it red
or is it yellow?
is it daily life
or the dying stars
at night?
is it pure joy
is it a hallucination?
something our minds form
something that doesn't
exist?
is it something we
have to pay for?
something so ****
overrated
that when it comes along
everyone is disappointed
isn't it just
a heartbreak when
you least expect it?
is it actually pain?
love is overrated
love is underrated
depends on how
your life's been going
it gives you
life and death
take your pick
which is worse?
Copyright. Elissar Mustapha
12.11.2018
"is it just a heartbreak when you least expect it" is probably, til this day, my favourite line i have ever come up with.
colette alexia Jan 2020
It has a lot of hype so I'll just say this
Mysterious is overrated
You say you have other sides to see
But hiding sides just sounds like fear to me
It's the chase that makes you fall in love
But there's no love once I've caught up
08.03.2019
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
Imagine living a scripted life,
perfect image, born and
paid
Stress.
nina Jul 2018
the depth of my soul can only be expressed
           among the midst of burning
                                      hearts &
                                               raining
                                             eyes.
the maze of my thoughts can only be
                                                                spoken
         through              br  o  k e n,
                                         ink-
                                              -d-i-p-p-e-d   hearts.
only when my mind is
                                                 bent &
                                          curled &
                                   swirled &
                                         l o s t
can my words begin to mean something.

only when my head is                  light &             hazy

& my perception compares to that of some
drug-
        -fueled
                 frenzy,
can my words be
                                                  beautiful.

but i am happy,
                                 for the most part.

& so my words fall
                                                  off
                                                                                      the                    pag-

                                                                                                            -es.


& they mean nothing.
just some
simple
empty
ramblings.

of a newly
normal
girl.
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
I'm                      
human                      
and that is                      
where my beauty                    
lies                      
♡                    
b                
e        
i    
n
g  
♡          
f                  
l                    
a                  
w          
e  
    d
         ♡
          i
    s
♡    
b            
e                  
a                  
u          
t    
      i
         f
       u
l
♡        

                                                     I'll
                                                       never
                                                        be perfect
                                                         in my eyes, it's
                                                        dull
                                                    ♡
                                         a
                                      n
                                               d
                                                          ♡
                                                                     o
                                                                              v
                                                                                e
                                                                              r
                                                                       r  
                                                                a      
                                                      t    
                                                    e
                                                             d
                                                                       ♡
Lynterns, Be-U-terns....
The endless possibilities of these Lanterns poems, I swear! ^-^
Chasing perfection leads to unhappiness.
There'll only ever be one you, embrace it. ♡
Love you guys!
Thank you!
Lyn ***
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