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Thorns Apr 2019
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You rebel, i like you.
Ritz Writes Apr 2019
From a distance, I could picture myself and ponder
How life could've been easier
I wonder
The pillar and figure
To seek comfort.
Reality took the turn
Twist of fate, no signals to warn.
A lone wanderer on a hunt
Faced the trouble and bore the brunt
Walked through the ashes and pieces
Lost in the crowd,
Numb from the voices too loud.
I shunned away from all
"I am brazen and bold."
I don't care about the label
'cause I am misfit
I am the Rebel.
Pen in my hand
Thoughts to pour out and rant.
An Error 404 found in the delusional world of perfection.
Life as we know it;
A sugar coated bus ride to hell or high heaven;
It's all galaxies and fallacies
How can it be the Milky Way
when there's no road that can take me there?
What's the difference between Night and Day      
when the only thing that shines in my skies are these nuggets of solid grief in my eyes?

My facilities do not conform to my abilities,
My reality a bare result of hateful gravities,
I yearn to fly
My mother keeps pushing the sky
Out of my reach
She wants me drowned in the ponds of silence.
Blocking my shine in the brown of her dusts,
She forces me to wallow in the muds of mediocrity;

But I am not just another particle;
The carbon of my heart tells me I am an excellent gem,
Wiz the diadem;
Born to lead a life of jewel passions and crystal lusts!

I know that speech alone is not enough – I need to dig myself from under these sands.
Society your son is a pearl,
Though you keep concealing the flame of his sparkle
Keep in mind – a day shall come; an hour shall pass
When your stony grip on the feet of his mind shall be loosened;
Trust then, that he will diamond in this rough!

WordSmith Wiz
01/08/2019
I believe in Individualism - a philosophy which centers on believing in oneself and doing what one can to bring joy and satisfaction into one's own existence. I refuse to have society place limits on how i should be, what i can do and why i should live, my ambition and purpose will not be tampered with!
Alek Mielnikow Mar 2019
I don’t often act against the wishes
of the Gods (tough to beat they are).
​But when as captivating a woman,
​she who beckons me far from my senses,
asks me to break from my heritage,
​I gladly fill the role of the heretic.



-
Aleksander Mielnikow
@alekthepoet
I wrote this poem with a specific woman in mind. I'm not going to reveal who she was, so really, there's no point in me writing this note, or you reading it. But, I did, you did, and it's the truth.
Hawa Mar 2019
Now these fake laughs surround me like miseries
Asking why I am not smiling anymore.
If I am sick are there is any problem in my life.
How do I tell-
There was something hurting me, before
But you never bothered to know,
Because I was smiling all the time.
Became one of you.
That's all I was-
A ******* (Fake smile) curl of lips not reaching my eyes.
Getting paid for it.

Now that I am me.
You can't take it anymore.
Why?
Guess it's not what you wanted me to be.
It's not up to the standards of this beautiful society.

The society Where are never belong to.
Never wanted to be a part of.
And when I talk to people,
They don't like it either.
Then who decides that we have to be here.

Part of something which is huge,
But no one wants to be a part of.

{ Like each drop of the river is running to be a part of the ocean,
Because it doesn't want to be where it is,
Dreams about the ocean and how it would be a happy place.
Only to know the reality once it is there.
Then the Drop leaves all the hope and drowns itself in the surrounding water.}


But if everyone is forced
Why don't we just leave it?
Let's have our own societies
Owned by each of us.
With rules made by us
Our own.

Too rebellious - they say.
You are a part of this you can't go.
Where did I sign- when- I ask.
No answers.
Only Rules to follow.

I wanted to breathe- fresh air
They close all the windows.
And make me breathe the stink-
Of their bodies, my body
And tell me this is heaven,
To be blessed with all this beauty,
All these people around me-
Friends, Families, Relatives, Neighbors.

How do I tell-
Our heavens are different.
My heaven consists of me,
My melancholy and my sad soul.
Noooooooo - they cried.
No that's hell.
You can't go there.
You are too naive to know the difference.
We are here to guide you,
Help you know the better.
Really?
Then,
Where were you?
When I was feeling crushed,
By the weight of my fake happy soul,
Which wasn't mine,
But borrowed from you,
One of yours, fake souls,
Which also died of their own weight.
Pretending is heavy.
Very heavy.
Not for everyone.

Why didn't you come and help me?
When my soul was crying a river,
Teardrops of my blood, painful.
Cutting through all the way.
Wherever it fell.
Leaving a scar and a Burn.
As Black as my fake white painted black soul.

Did you see it? Did you?
No. You were busy putting the Angelic white on it whenever you saw it turning Grey, because of the real color it was holding.

You were happy with the outcome.
It was what you wanted.
What I was supposed to be.
I was expected to like it.
But how do I do that?
Especially when at the end of the day when I am on my bed.
And I try to take the skin off,
And remove the soul so it can take some rest.
But as soon as it is away from the fake smile- happy- peel of the skin.
It turns black- all jet black, within a nanosecond.

Then I try to cover it,
So that no one sees it.
And I can't sleep, because of the fear of getting caught.

You told me, I don't need to be afraid of anything
As long as I believed in HIM
But you taught me to be scared of you. Funny.
How it all works, if it pleases you.

I was screaming,
But you didn't ask me - What happened?
I wanted to be heard,
For once at least.
But I never said anything.
Because I am supposed to follow, no questions.

He said- you are sad,
Because I was upset.
Because you love me, care about me.
So I should be happy.
In order to keep YOU happy.
You do not understand - it's a big favor to ask for. Do you?
Take away someone's sorrow, - someone's genuine state of mind.
My gift from HIM.

I tried - I tried hard.
To do things the way you want.
Write happy stories.
Sing cheerful songs.
Keep that upward curl on my lips.
Putting on my red lipstick,
And my black high heels.
Walking as a Lady should.
Rhyming my poetry as far as I could.
Even if it took away the essence,
Just to please you.
To be a part of something I never really wanted to be a part of.
Only to lead to my Paranoia.
Which I got because of you.
Now Taking all my medicines
To keep all my thoughts away.
To please you once more.
Because my thoughts are what would destroy me( as per you)
Maybe it will destroy you.
Because I see that fear on your face.
Whereas I am not scared of destruction and death?
I yearn for them.
to lose everything I own,
Is my dream.
Which you tell me to be scared of.

Now I see that fear clearly on your face.
You taught me to be afraid of you.
Because in reality you were scared of me.
My dark thoughts.
My pure black innocent soul.
Just because I didn't fit your rules.



Now You can see me walk away from you, your people.
I am walking with my head up.
Broadening shoulders, confident.
A smile - not the fake one this time.
And my black soul along with me.
It is sad as usual.
But I have embraced it.
Because that's the way it was made to be.

Now you all watch me go
As I live a happy life with my sad soul.
Let's have our own society. owned by each of us. Is it too much to ask for?

Please go through the first part first . Thanks for all the time and consideration.
Muhammad Usama Mar 2019
I wish I could look into your eyes,
But Aphrodite won't let me;
For a mere mortal must not heavenly pleasures cherish.

I wish your majestic gait could attain the liquidity of a waltz,
And yet, lose not a scintilla of that grandeur,
That made modest a proud admirer.

I wish I could touch the hands I saw in a dream,
Bestowing spring upon the autumn-struck lilacs,
Lying keen, by the empty street.

I wish I could make you hear 'L'amour est un oiseaux rebelle',
That my earnest love for you, on 'festive' eves sings,
To commemorate grief, that days make me oblivious to.

Now! I call upon you!
Come here,
And be the harbinger to my bliss.

Come here, I pray,
And help catch every moment that dies,
Before we even know it existed.

O come here,and let's sing,
'Libiamo, libiamo'
Before death even knows we exist.
References:
1-'L'amour est un oiseaux rebelle' (literally: Love is a rebellious bird) is an aria from an opera by Bizet.

2-'Libiamo,Libiamo' is from 'La Traviata' by Verdi,popularly known as 'The Drinking Song'.
Alek Mielnikow Mar 2019
Tonight's the night
We fight or die
And you can bet
It will be violent
But the aggression
That we have to bring
Is the only chance we have
To make a change.


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by Aleksander Mielnikow
Makayla Mar 2019
Finding loopholes and skipping class;
Playing substitutes like pawns

We try to sneak away together,
My best friend and I

Making petty lies -
We smudge reality and falsity

Our second year of high school
And we're already aces of forged passes and coming up with smoothly said ******* excuses when questioned

It is in between classes when we roam the halls
That we hatch our plans and ideas, building excuses

A few failed attempts
Though we still have many tallies on our side of success

There is an in between that no one likes to talk about
And that my friend, is home to me
The last two stanzas don't really go with the poem and I apologize but I really like the last stanza and don't know what to do so my poem can flow into that last bit but whatever.
Feel free to share revision ideas (:
Makayla Mar 2019
With raised hands we
Joined together creating a
Revolution as we
United as one
Voice spoke by a
Galaxy of people
A bit of a different format from my usual approach but why not? Also apologies for this not being one of my best.
Feel free to share your revision ideas (:
Makayla Mar 2019
I'm so sick of being blamed,
Getting yelled at for adults' and teachers' mistakes
All because of the "she said, he said" bull

I've devoted so much time into my job
I've been a good student with honor and higher grade classes
I've always gone the extra mile and scored those brownie points
Yet now I'm on lockdown

Who knew acting out and skipping classes for once
All due to my mother's threats of kicking me out along with my suicidal thoughts
Would bring everyone to ******* hate me

Haha but listen here,
I won't give up that easily;
I'll bite back with venom and fangs while you try to toss me in a cage
I'll show you I'm the one who ******* rules my life
And that I make my own decisions
Even if that means ending my own life
This most likely isn't that good but it's because it's fueled with pure, raw emotion and I can't describe things any better.
Feel free to share revision ideas (:
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