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Brittany Ann Jan 2021
Sometimes, it's as if I've never awoken

from that dream where it's void of sound.

I open my mouth to scream my suffering,

yet, not a single word comes out.
Brittany Ann Jan 2021
When you are the persona of strength

it always seems people view you as if

you are sitting high in the heavens

on this light and effortless cloud

with large, white wings flowing

out of the bones in your back-

no regard to the ground below.

Your smooth skin is covered in

diamond platted armor-

impenetrable to

inferior forces.

You become invincible

in the eyes of them.

But when that persona starts to crack,

like sharp, jagged edges of

broken crystalline glass

that glorious veil starts to lift,

the cloud turns to crashing thunderstorms,

your wings wither to dark ash,

your bones start to brittle,

and you become fully aware

of the ground below.

Scar covered skin,

vulnerable and exposed

to, now, superior forces.

You are no longer invincible

in the eyes of them.

You are no longer invincible

in the eyes of you.

You are now

the tragic truth

of a revealed illusion

on what its means to be

the perception

of strength.
Moomin Jan 2021
Like puppets dancing on strings
Are Presidents and princes
Prime Ministers and politicians
And the tune they dance to
Is older than their kingdoms
Behold the King of this world
Hidden away from the public eye
Yet commanding nations with a whisper
He was glorious and beautiful once
And he walked among the innocent
But, in one moment of vanity
He stole rulership of the world
His personality is stamped upon mankind
For he sets the pace
While most men follow
He spoke the first lies
Inflicted the first casualty
And he has never felt regret
Has never shed a tear
Though his wars have taken millions
And his devotees have enslaved nations
He is the author of confusion
The instigator of Hellfire and hatred
The creator of trinities and tribulation
He accuses you and I of cowardice and selfishness
Yet is himself running scared
And clinging to power and life
He is the excuser of unholy child abusers
And the inspiration of Jihadist bombs
He speaks lies about the innocent
And glorifies the guilty
He hunts all good men
As a lion hunts the deer
He will tear at your throat
And consume you
He is the Resistor
The Slanderer
He cajoles those who consider his existence
And paints himself in mythical proportions
He would destroy the earth rather than surrender it
Would rather ruin if he cannot rule
Yet the whole world is in his hands
But not forever
Because forever does not belong to him
And not life
For the gift of life is not his to give
Who really rules this world?
Love hits you when you least expect it.
It comes in a moment when you're not looking or ready for it.
Meeting a stranger in a strange place, in a strange time seems like a fairy tale we've been fed as lies all our lives.


It all starts off innocently enough...
A smile here, a laugh there and a casual touch.
But that innocence doesn't always last and leads to something more.
It just depends on who wanted those moments to last longer.


Love can make you feel all sorts of things, it disillusions you to believe that everything you have with them is real. One moment in time can change everything, just a little look of the eyes can make you feel a thousand things.


Hearing the softness in their voice when they tell you how they feel, can make you catch a disease no one ever wants to feel.


The sweet words that are said that give you a feeling of bliss, soon turn to sweet lies that make you feel as if you don't exist.


Falling in love is oh so easy, the happy moments spent daydreaming of the possibilities.


But the moment those feelings burn to the ground, you finally realise it wasn't worth all the pain you've been feeling after a while inside.


Just like falling in love it hits you hard when you fall out of love, your world comes crashing down around you as ashes that you built with the person you once loved.
GQ James Jan 2021
That knife against your wrist is painful,
Them pills you overdose on causing pain,
I know you wanna end the pain,
You gotta think about what you're doing,
Think about what you're losing,
Think about who you'll be losing,
It can become confusing,
You ain't thinking at the time,
You just wanna end it all.

You're in pain but think about who you'll be hurting,
The ones you'll be leaving behind will be hurt,
That pain is painful,
Don't suffer alone but ask for help,
Never keep it to yourself,
We all need help,
No man or woman can do it their own.

Never think you're alone,
Can't be helped if no one knows you need help,
Let your cries be heard not silenced.
THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU DO BEFORE DOING IT. NEVER KNOW WHO YOU'RE HURTING IN THE END. ASK FOR HELP NOT SUFFER IN SILENCE.
Caleb A Johnson Jan 2021
Another day
Another dime
Another useless
Unheard rhyme

Another day
another dime
On the ladder
I do not pretend to climb

Another day
another dime
Another way for me
To waste my time

Another day
another dime
I make a dollar for you
And lose some of mine

Another day
another dime
I bear the burden
Of your wimpy spine

Another day
another dime
The suffering you leave
Is your greatest crime

Another day
Another dime
There will be no justice
It's all broken this time
Chad Young Jan 2021
I am ******
I am ****
Because I am you
And you are me.
We are one.
Meditation
Hastfan Jan 2021
Oh by the cruel fate twist
Why must it be like this?
We fight and we suffer
We pay for our blunders

A prize so great
Leaves naught but gape
A hole in our lives
The whole of our rights

Our hope in a cage
Its our death that awaits
A peaceful bliss
A romantics last writ

Take some form
Go without scorn
Adapt and survive
For you will always suffer
Speaking Eyes Jan 2021
Me quedé ahi parada…
sintiendo todo el dolor del mundo…
tanto dolor... de ese que te paraliza…
que te quita el aire, te lo saca desde adentro.
Un golpe profundo,
certero...
que removió mis raíces…

Y sigo caminado por muchos de estos mismos caminos
que caminamos juntos, que construimos con amor…
en los que veo y siento ese amor…

Pienso que sería más fácil sólo huir de esta realidad,
inventarme una nueva vida…
tatuarme la piel para que sea diferente,
cambiar de color de cabello,
cortarlo…
vestir y hacer cosas diferentes…
explorar ser alguien más…

Y para qué?
Para en la noche sentir que no hay lugar al que pueda huir…
para darme de cara contra la almohada
tratando de olvidarme de todo…
agradeciendo por los dolores físicos,
que disimulan un poco el dolor que llevo en mi alma…
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