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Esteem plagued the pretense of reality
Fitting firm, a reason to be happy
Wavering diligently the courses daunted by society
As innocence fight for a place in moralities.

For whom must one seek
To be free from stigma and defeat
And claim triumph on red metal seats.
What great sins have we in secrets
Peering at exertions too quickly,
Even in new dawns, regrets are made burgeoned
And with every leniency given
We maul at our grievance.

But time measures our sorrows
By faith
Em Jan 23
Let us take a gamble
You'll have nothing to lose
Only fun, only fun
I will swear to you.

Come and observe this fire!
It's not dangerous, you'll see
Run your hands, all over
The flames won't hurt thee.

Glide your hands over this knife
Feel the adrenaline course!
Your running blood of crimson
Your death you won't have to force.
i dunno what im doin
hewo
hewp
peer pressureeeee
no such thing as abstinence
just one sip and then that's it
drink from the bottle
sell your soul
and smile
just have a taste
they tell me
K Balachandran Sep 2018
Precarious perch,
They peered at flood waters’ spread;
And they found no end!
Ordeezy Jul 2018
I am what you might call an abnormal specie
Although I possess most characteristics of homosapiens I feel ****...different
People say I'm an epitome of art which I find amusing
I feel more like a homeless spirit tossed around by the wind without purpose.
I hardly do things my friends do, sometimes I try hard to blend
My friends tell their love stories and emotions
I go to my story *** and cook creative stories of me spiced with scenes from Indian movies
I have a barricade of fear, anxiety and distrust around my stomach so you can't find butterflies there
Don't get me wrong, I haven't had any heart breaks... Maybe once or twice... I don't remember because I'm not bothered
I gave up on love long time ago... Maybe I didn't... Maybe it just... Left.
So here I am on a serious relationship with depression and solitude
My friends tell tales of their *** experience with girlfriends, party strangers but I'm too shy to tell them of my daily ******* with my lovers.
I flirt sometimes and it seems like a natural gift, I could say sweet words that will make Shakespeare's grave tremble but I never have the strength to go further; to lie on their naked body because I fear I might break their hearts if I go too deep. She might think I'm in love but get disappointed the next morning then sing aloud the daily female hymn "Men are ****"
I'm considered the devil's agent because I'm one of the few species who dare to ask "why" whenever it comes to religious matters.
I am a stranger to myself, I say and do things I never thought I could. I'm a coward, luckily my alter ego is fierce, he's the gifted one; the poet and smooth talker, I just take the credits.
I'm scared of marriage, will I marry because I love her or because my mother desperately needs grandchildren so she can sing lullabies to their tiny ears? Will I love my wife? How will I when love seems like a foreign, ancient and forgotten language?
I am the only one of my kind.
I am... I really don't know who I am.
ethan gaskill May 2018
i saw the day turn into night
and a cackling crowd on a throne of white
the day turned into night and i went to sleep

i awoke, and the crowd had left their perch
and stood, looking condescending, at my feet
more than anything i wanted to make them happy

they told me "choose yourself or us"
and quickly, i shut the door on me
Dustin Dean Mar 2018
Anger
Hostility
Mobility of tranquility
It runs away, runs away into the day
Of which I can only remember and not revisit
Everything is too unreal
Why not just die?
But why not live?
Sit and ponder about everything
And forget to resolve "everything"
That's how it always goes
Burning guilt
Pushes me to the hilt
It commands me to serve
Suffer to serve, serve and suffer
Gods and governments dance
Cocktails
Moonshine
Parties
None of mine
While I crack my bones
To proper placement
Just to feel some sort of
Distraction from replacement

Nonetheless
Happiness
In its truest form
It's worth it in the end
When you know
Their anger will not show
A poem that I wrote back in 2009 at age 17.
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