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Adrian S Feb 2020
I could easily be addicted

EASILY be addicted.

I'm easily addicted.

or am I easily addictive?

or addictivly easy.

I'm easy?... me?

am I addictively easy?

easily an addict?

absolutely...not me!

I mustn't be.

YOU are the one addicted to me.
Bhill Jan 2020
We can’t see the problem because we’re too near.
Step back and review, it may get more clear...
I’m sure we all know this, but we often forget
We have to believe it, so we can re-set....

Brian Hill - 2020 # 15
Do you see it?
White Shadow Jan 2020
I am lost
Don't know what I'm up to
Don't know what I'm gonna do
Don't know what's gonna come next
Yeah life's now been like a test

Every morning I wake up recharged
But at the end I become fully discharged

I feel like my life's empty
There's no aim
I feel like I'm alone
No-one to depend
Still everyone pretend

I feel empty inside
No energy
No emotions
No excitement
Just lonliness and negativity

I feel like I'm dead
But then I realise I'm breathing
The reality slaps me in the face
And laughs seeing me like this

I feel like I'm just the body
Whose soul left
Everything's changing so fast
But I'm left behind
This seems to be one of the
Biggest problem of mine.
This is what I actually feel
Luvanna Jan 2020
I contemplate
the wonder of why people
only remember us
when they are in need
only to realize
we only need an umbrella
when it rains
Eve Jan 2020
I have a problem
I hope you're not
Too fed up with me
And my never ending
Sadness and self loathe

But I have a problem
Not with anyone else
Or anything
But with myself

You see mirrors
Aren't my problem
What I see
When I walk pass is

I'm not talking about
The fatness and the
Unattractiveness
I'm talking about what
I really see, everytime
I walk pass a mirror

I have a horrible problem
I hate the person I see
I am disgusted with
The soul I see
I am disappointed with
The ******* human
I see.

I have a ******* problem
I am my own *******
problem
I hate myself way more
Than anyone else can...

-fir.m
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2019
I remember writing happy poems
Those days are gone
Distant as the star
I have been wishing on

I used to publish pleasing words
Now don't even try
How can I write about the beauty of life?
I want badly to die

I once sung upbeat music
From voice silence stole melody
Every song played through my headphones
Recorded in minor key

I used to write positive things
Thoughts like that visit less and less
Every direction my mind takes
Leads back to unhappiness

I used to create pretty pieces
These days pencil goes to mark
Before reaching the bottom of the paper
Verses take a turn for the dark

It is not that I have writer's block
Inspiration easier than ever to find
Problem is the subject matter
Originates from blackest corners of my mind

I remember arranging sunny stanzas
Covering love
Friendship
And magic
Poetry used to be happy
Now each line will forever stay tragic
So now you know why
Max Neumann Dec 2019
1+1 equals 2

pa + pa equals:






papa
"Papa" means "dad" and "daddy" in German.

Today is a good day.
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2019
A sweet smile is an important part
The formula to capturing my heart
A sweet smile + amazing sense of humor = key to my heart
Merinda Nov 2019
Hey problem!
Sit down here, and let's talk about 'em
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