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Akemi Apr 2014
Bile grips the gasps of every self-centered ****
They spill the tar out of their hearts onto ****** pavement
Lifeless limbs descend hollowed rooms, to linger over dust
The passing passions left to die in fake laughs
4:20am, April 24th 2014

I feel so lifeless, purposeless, passionless.
I'm disgusted at myself for seeking solace in distractions, rather than passions.
How can anyone feel good chasing such pointless things? Are people really this shallow? Avoiding work, avoiding the majority of their life to be entertained at home? Avoiding conscious thought, repeating without reflecting, lingering in selfishness, ignorance?

I've barely been able to write poetry. I don't care for university anymore. I feel like I've only been talking to friends to put on a face, because it's what they expect. I just don't see the point in anything.
If I don't get out of this space, I don't know what will happen, but I'd rather die than live a shallow, miserable life.
Daniela Apr 2014
I want to break the paradigm of how pretty girls are dumb and I hate to see women surrender to men as if we were trophies and they could just brag about us and all our functions.
Don't be one of those girls.
Don't date a guy who wants you just because you're pretty.
Don't settle for a man that compliments you on looks rather than personality.
Look for someone who looks beyond your outer layer.
Someone who listens, someone who dives into your soul, someone with whom you can melt into a conversation and lose track of time, agree to disagree.
Don't be the side-girl of any man.
Strive to be remembered as strong and independent rather than pretty but shallow.
Couples are supposed to be horizontal, not vertical. I don't lead and I don't follow. Looks fade, thoughts remain.
Inside out Apr 2014
I don't want to sound pretentious,
I don't want to be a bore.
But my car is a Lamborghini
And yours is just a Ford

My home is my castle,
Seven bedrooms to explore.
I have a maid in the scullery,
And marble on the floor.

I dress in top designer chic,
My jewellery's in the vault,
I have a gun beneath my pillow,
It's really not my fault.

There's floodlights in the garden
And security alarm fired up,
I see a psychologist weekly
To ensure my brains not stuck

I want to build a pyramid,
So when my time has come,
I can take the whole lot with me
So I won't  be worrisome!
Alexis Apr 2014
Does it make us
Shallow
To read Divergent, Hunger Games
Or The Mortal Instruments?

Does it make us
Shallow
To listen to the latest pop hits,
Whatever's on the radio?

Does it make us
Shallow
To drink Starbucks or Koi,
And post pictures of it?

Does it make us
Shallow
To wear dresses, heels
And girly accessories?

Because I don't think it being shallow means liking popular things.
For those who don't know, Koi is a place that sells bubble tea. Or boba tea, if you call it that.
Megan Hoagland Mar 2014
"Not all who wander
are lost"
Yet still, I wonder
where am I
and where are we going?

But I know where I am
I'm in a library,
sipping a coffee
lost in my thoughts

Any of which range
from "what's for dinner?"
to "why am I here?"
Ranging from shallow
to deep.

My mind making
leap to leap.
Leaving me confused
and wondering,
Where am I
and where are we going?

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