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Dinara Tengri Jun 2021
Give me solitude
Give me peace
Give me privacy
Give me space
Dibyendu Sarkar May 2021
The universe makes random jokes 
Like, to know me is a curse 
My personalities make it worse.

The introvert in me is ugly painted with gloomy clouds, stalking demons in the alley loves to mourn as a firstborn sick With numb eyes flick,
tears don't exist anymore.

The extrovert in me is silly painted with colours people never been seen, his smile is flawless and always wander around clueless about why he smiles.

The **** in me is a song or people like to call it wrong, a yearlong gong he writes 'lol' in people's wall with a fluffy cloud inside his brain, 
it reads tetrahydrocannabinol, 
notorious for his vocabulary,
can **** with an epistolary.

The Dib is a broken rib, spoon-feed bib 
He writes out of syllabus with sketchy nib,
runs in a solo trip his life says 'rofl'.

©sarcasticbong
A introspect.
Strying Apr 2021
If everyone dies,
why should I try to get an A?
And if humans are evil,
why do I try to be good?
do we not understand that the stress we put on ourselves is unneeded, u can live your life, or you can die, it's that simple.
Live hard or live easy depends on how people around you treat life.
Sadly, society is mainly made up of people who want complacent slaves who get good grades and end up working a 9 to 5 in an office.
In fact, people will judge you until you make it big, and even then people will keep judging you.
You can't be loved by everyone, and you can't expect that.
But, that should be the norm.
Why do we hate, when we can love?
Why do people make things harder for themselves?
It's like we want people to suffer but then complain when it affects us too.
ok this started out as a poem and ended in a rant so it's cool if u don't read, just idk where to put it all lol
S Smoothie Dec 2020
Hold up

Enough of this bird drip

Wipe your nose and look up

Pathetic blind mice play 2 wise sheep

The artificial heart beeps

While yours bleeds

Your blood is coin

A fools folly of *****

Your child sacrificed

Cut to pieces and torn

Yet for the afflictedbstrangers you mourn

For animals you weep

Some to **** some to keep

Scientific lies poison your mind

Call the message fear

Call the message hate

Call the message division

God does not exist

Re-call the message

Re-call the message

Re-call the message

Fall asleep zombie

Fall asleep sheep

The lion sleeps tonight

The red dragon stalks

Green eyed monster

Gives birth to the invisible beast

A burden

Gray matter feeding artificial martyrs

You can do it yourself only you can't

You can be free only youre not

Poked with incessant panic

Prodded with incessant fear

Switch off

Recall the message

Recall the message

Recall the message

We are not saved in this world but the next

Unless...
For the wise
Not the intelligent.
Bhill Dec 2020
Disturbance - Rant

in the depth of today's disturbance, there is an escape
the overwhelming evidence is in the art of discovery
learning how wrong or how right you are by the intoxicating evidence
evidence, that both sides seem to have and believe
that my friends is where a disturbance dwells
in the mirror, you will greet the only someone that can change the outcome...

happy holidays and may the image in the mirror be the one you expect

Brian Hill - 2020 # 351
Who do you see in the Mirror?
Amanda Dec 2020
Let me feel again,
Anything. Everything. Please.
I will take it all.
mikah Nov 2020
i have work for the next three days and
i'm failing two classes and
i cry every hour for no reason and
i haven't had a hug in one year and
i haven't hugged my parents in three and
my siblings are acquaintances and
my name isn't my name and
my gender isn't an option and
my body isn't mine and
my face doesn't belong to me and
my hands are sometimes mine sometimes not and
my mental illnesses remain untreated and
my trauma remains buried and
on top of all of that...
everything is too much
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