Pathetic soul Jul 11
Bigotry is lethal.
When you let him left you in the death of light,
Alone and lifeless and in the edge of dying,
Yet you still beg him to do so.
Bigotry is merciless.
When you let him drown you in a pool of your own blood,
Choked and bruised,
He had no intention to mend you,
And you had no intention to stop him,
You still kissed his feet,
Worship his presence,
And sitting on your knee with his fingers looping your throat.
So tell me if bigotry is okay.
Because all i can see is you being dragged willingly to hell with him albeit you belong in heaven.
Don’t love excessively
Regan Jul 11
Falling from
Tired eyes when
Least expected, they
Appear like no other.
These tears are cold
And they pour out
Very slowly, but
Are the most
¡I really tried making this look like a tear drop but it looks like a fish with no tail and that disappoints me. You can see part one if you scroll down a little bit on my profile.
Spooky Babe Jul 5
Go on, just go just leave
We’ve been here too many times
We actually were never a “we”
I just can’t read between the lines

Are you tired? Is this the end?
Have you reached your limit?
Would I be better off as just a friends?
Is that a role I’d better fit?

Is what we have even real?
or are we forcing it too much?
Is being “fed up” all you feel?
Have I lost that special touch?

Not really sure I ever even had it
Feels like we were doomed from the start
I guess it’s something we could never get
I guess we’re just better off apart?
A day after my birthday I wanted to kms
2:18 am
July 5 2018
Peter Simon Jun 27
Maybe one day you and I will meet again
When we're slightly different people;
When your temper's a bit calmer,
When my thoughts aren't that crazy,
And all our dreams are finally fireflies in an arm's length

I wouldn't make a havoc within you then,
You wouldn't drown in my miseries.

Perhaps, right now, you must stay on the shore
Keep off from my cold, unruly waves
Run as fast as you can
Find a lighthouse
Save yourself from my surge of mayhem.

Then when I've finally managed to still my flow;
When my waves are tamed
And the chaos has calmed,
Maybe we can dance again under the twinkling of stars
© Peter Simon
Dog Years Jun 24
The tired old Tortoise
painfully creeps across a
desolate desert
Seanathon Jun 23
Tremendous pressure
    Between two trees
The pressures of autumn
    Which crinkles the fallen, forgotten, leaves
    And cry beneath our feet
As we grind them slowly back to the earth
    Unknowingly, she knows
    And drinks it all in
Like a summers mead
My head... good Lordy my head, just behind my eyes. /:
Lyn-Purcell Jun 18
There are always days where people
feel empty, so they tend to fill that
painful space with illusion
Everyone has their off days. I hold my hand up - I am one of those people.
We all want something to fill the void.
And many people fill it with an illusion of happiness
Brent Kincaid Jun 16
Poor little chunky girl
Never had a chance
Losing to the skinny girls
Alone at the dance.
Poor little skinny girl
It’s making her sick
When her godly classmates
Refer to her as "stick".

Poor little plain faced girl
They tease her for no makeup.
Poor overpainted girl
The social kids just break up.
Poor little not bright girl
They call her by names
Poor little brainy girl
They do the very same.

Poor little boy in glasses
They tease him mercilessly
Poor little nearsighted girl
The tease when she cannot see.
Poor little boy who stumbles
They tease because he’s no jock.
The same boy after school
Who has to work on a dock.

Poor little kids who suffer so much
Because there’s no cash for clothes;
Some of them live in camps so
They can’t always smell like a rose.
Poor little kids who are in trouble
Can expect no help from schools
Because the faculty is gun shy
From being sued by stupid fools.
Anonymous Jun 16
There is no point in living this life unless you find someone or something to love. A person who you would want to spend the rest of your life with or an occupation that you are passionate about.

Ironically, the famous song of Bon Jovi is also true --- too much love will kill you. But maybe, this should be seen from a love recipient's perspective.

We all want to feel loved. Especially when everything else hates you --- like Math, music, or your very own biological family who you live with under one small damn roof --- finding love is really just a lucky event. However, it will soon overwhelm you.

You would think that you do not deserve the joy and happiness that you feel when you are with this person. Soon, you will think that he is too good for you. You might also think, "Why would he even want to spend more time with me when I am such a mentally unstable, emotionally broken, and pitifully toxic bitch?"

Be careful what you wish for. One might not be ready to receive the love that is being given to us. It feels as if it's sucking life and love from this dearest person and you have nothing to give. This person is so full of love and you are full of filth (well, at least you are not nothing). And it feels you with guilt that you can never make the person feel the same. Soon, you would think that he would walk away --- the best person with the kindest heart, the best love of your life, the fucking best --- because you have sucked and licked clean his jar of love and you gave nothing in return. Funny thing is that you don't even ask for him to love you. He just does. And that becomes more painful than ever.

Having that thought in mind makes you just want to leave to prevent the heartache and the burn out which the love of your life will suffer from. But you do not have the strength to break up with him because that kind of blow would be too hard that you would painfully hurt him. It seems as if having him burned out is the better way to "break up" with him because at least you think that it would be his decision to leave. It gives you this sick comfort that he left and you have confirmed your filthy self-concept. You have confirmed how undeserving you are and proved that you are the worst person to be with him.

But, he still stays. He still stays despite all your filth being thrown at his clean self. You have shown most of your darkest thoughts and he still chooses to stay. And it hurts you more because it would now be too hard to break up with him and hurt him because now you care more and this person has become the person who is preventing you to quit life. He is a hindrance between your wrist and that small, sharp blade that will surely deliver what you think you deserve. You clearly still do not have the strength to let him go that quickly (sick selfish wimp).

Now, you are stuck with a dilemma and all you can do is cry your eyes out. It's the only cathartic way that will allow you live another day for him until the day he gives up. It seems chaotic now. Everything else is falling apart this one man stands in the midst --- all clean and smiling --- offering you a nicer future. You are not sure whether to take the hand or the blade.

But, tonight, you take the hand yet you keep the blade in your pocket. Now, you carry it around while you walk with him hand in hand. And now, you just made your situation almost impossible to solve.
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