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Felix Jul 2018
How can I be better
When I wasn't even good,
To begin with?

How can I not lie,
When it makes me real
When it gives me direction

I know there is a truth in fear
It plays the fiddle for guilt
When faced with it
Your body bets on red
You ignoring it
Doesn't make it go away

It's all turned to **** anyway
Maybe I'll die not even trying
To **** myself

I'll be ash and you'll be grey
What's the difference
Is all you'll say
Natalie Bowers Jul 2018
I take solace in the flowers,
They bloom and are beautiful,
They bring joy and meaning,
They smile at the sun, turning into the light,
Perhaps I wish I could be a flower,
They are all that I strive to be.
Anya Jul 2018
If you think about it
Taste
Is simply our mouth’s perception
Of food
A label
Way to identify
The real purpose
Is to be broken down
For fuel, to patch up, to help us grow
Basically construction material
Yet
We put so much emphasis on taste
We identify food with it
We have chefs
We have critics
We have pastry chefs
We have sous chefs
We have so many different varieties, cuisines, etc etc etc
Yet, it’s a whole field, a whole profession, a big deal out of nothing
As we humans are so skilled at doing
Yet,
Is it nothing?
Truly?
If you are a chef or love food and are reading this, nothing against you, I did not mean to offend. I was simply letting out the thoughts in my head, if you have an opinion or input please, comment. And if you have something that changes my perception I totally wouldn’t mind changing the poem.
Clutching at straws for purchase, I dive in every direction.
Leaping off faith like churches, I bend to the will of the wind.
Searching for scraps of focus, my heart beats the way as it sings.
Thanking the world as it teaches,
I exalt what the future may bring.

The drive lights in my head as sparks, forced from my mind pray they fly.
The weight of “what if" pockmarks, eager sow seeds ‘til one catches.
Doubts thrown at me from my darks, each explosion paint ******* my way.
A way out not promised yet trying,
Is the only thing worth ‘til I die.

Fear lords over me as a despot, chance spirals before me like time.
Crawling from lazy this cesspit, resistance the bane of us all.
My goal simple as respite, shed stress I know vestigial
Find me my path steady carving.
Eroding at life ‘til I'm fine.
Wayward Jul 2018
There are times when you feel your heart shatter,
You'll hear it break, but it won't matter,
You'll reach a point when you can't care,
And emotions become a weakness you can't bear.

What breaks you, you'll never know.
It could be a friend or a foe.
You try and try to hold on tight,
But nothing you do turns out right.

You lie awake, night after night in bed.
You don't let anyone see the tears that you shed.
And in that one misguided moment you decide,
That your only way out is suicide.

The idea of death consumes your mind,
The thought of not hurting anymore makes you blind.
And when you finally reach a dead end,
You welcome death like an old friend.

                                    
                                                   -Wayward❤
There's nothing inspiring about this subject but I wanted to take a different approach for once. To spread negativity or to promote this isn't my objective. Its just a thought.
Jungdok Jul 2018
Rarely understood
Always disregarded
Most of the time irrelevant
Perpetually worthless

That's how I'd describe my existence.
Why do we exist anyway?
Kwamé Jul 2018
Prisoner without a cage
Soul forever trapped
Confined to a lifeless shell
Devoid of emotion
Slowly I waste away

Endless nights dreaming of escape
For this is not the life I chose
I don't believe in that higher power
For who would trap me here
Like a caged bird
Doing tricks for crackers

I'd rather be exploring Astral Plains
And wander lusting for knowledge
Than stay here another moment
Around people sippin the Devils potion

For this brew is awfully potent
One sip fills you with wrath and rage
As you begin to rattle my cage
All their minds filled with green

As they do anything to fulfill their greed
And begin to gorge themselves
Like glutinous giants grilling in Grenada
Never getting their fill

Lusting after thick thighs
And supple *******, doing
Anything for that 2 piece meal

Envious eyes eying everything in sight
Boasting that selfish pride, as your
Inner voice says that can't be me
He's talking about
You yes YOU

As you sit smug with your
Body shaped like a circle
Due to years of sloth like behavior

Don't worry about me I know
I'm different, I don't belong here
I know that
We are nothing more
Than temporary beings
Gone in an instant

Seeking the meaning of
Our existence
What is my purpose?

I guess I'll never
Know why I'm on this craft.
Arcassin B Jun 2018
By Arcassin Burnham


They say diamonds are a girls bestfriend,
Well Lucy in the sky still ******* with
diamonds,
I can make it in this world yes I can,
I can make it in this world yes I can,
What is it you don't understand?
Its hard to be a woman or man,
It's hard to make those dividends,
That revenue , that income man,
Incoming man , there's a meteor full
of poverty and hatred man,
That's all we need is love,
Say thats all we need is love,

Take your time,
Hold on tight , its gonna be a bumpy ride,
Breathe in, exhale,
Gifted in your Birth rite..

You Are He as you are me,
I'll explain it comfortably,
Blankets , blankets , lots of blankets,
Conversations, very basic,
Looking love and a purpose,
the subject is not even worth it,
Made a hell of a lot of mistakes,
the light could take them away,
And plus my fears, cover your ears,
don't want to hear ******* from past peers,
Can take loss but not a death,
Walking towards peace with every step.

Take your time,
Hold on tight , its gonna be a bumpy ride,
Breathe in, exhale,
Gifted in your Birth rite..

Cause Lucy In the sky with diamonds.
©abpoetry2018

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