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Chris Jun 2019
Savor sorrow despite nights feeling forever as lessons need be learned. Favor feeling what is real.

Fallen apart we fickle hearts are within ourselves pride is the genesis of the mindset we set willingly as a sworn nemesis.. Fear not the maimed resolute mind of one who has built lives of love via selflessness til no resources remained..

Only know we have felt ourselves fall. Fought to lose it all..

Built stability to witness what we have made real fly through hells until pain of impact forces us off course.

Good intentions are the vessel of our pain soaring flawlessly but rushing to find happiness far too fast.. This wayward vessel of ours always crashes..

And burns to ashes..
Sieq May 2019
I stay between the cursed worlds
And every face around looks so gross
My mouth bleed, I can not say a word
A wounded heart was teared apart and lost.

A stay alone in hateful place
And every detail here makes me cry
I had a childish dreams with naive gaze
But now everything I want to die.

I am so young but I’m not beautiful enough
And nobody will love me till the end of time
I used to it. But why my face is still so rough?
I want to leave that way and find another line.

How can I be so weak and so pathetic?
Such detestable silly nebbish fool
Walk on the sharpest pieces of the glass is my aesthetic
And all my efforts are reduced to null.
Oasis May 2019
I crawled quietly off the day's activity
My head was still banging hard like the hit of a starved lover boy
Coupled with the blessing of downpour upon the earth some hours before

Retiring to my spacious room with nothing but the beauty of a carpet
Upon the supposed protection of my duvet

A merrying sound of some uninvited guests dancing towards my crib
They all beamed so well with a sweet smile on their face

Their chants wasn't victorious as it supposed to be
But a beautiful chants of conspiracy and rebellion
I cannot be a target I murmured under my large cover

Yeeh!!!

I'm hurt

They all drag my flesh among each other
This is unfair
My heart cry for help but my mouth has been muted
It was suppose to be a celebration of whatever
But here they are feasting on my already tiring body

How come you all want to feast but forget your meal at home
I asked one thousand and one times
I hope I will find something within me when the sunrise

Upon this sadness
I laid myself totally for their evil party

© Wale **** 2019
imtooawake May 2019
Don't get me wrong...
It's not terrible
It just makes me to question some situations
Whether should it be this way?
Whether should you accept this?

Yesterday I was furious and sad
So sad and so furious that
I cried myself to sleep.
I hoped when I woke up, it would be gone.

But it isn't. It is worse.
So much worse.

I can't stop thinking about it.
It's like a bathtub which is being filled by water.
You can't stop it until it's full.

The question is - what will I do when I will be full?
Marla Apr 2019
This path on which I've come so far,
It has neglected my condition and left me tired.
The fire within is fleeting like a dim star
As these legs move like thinned wires.
Premonitions of the precognitive sort
Project into my dearest slumbers
To lend a communicative report
Concerning the sweetest of encounters.
But that future seems so far away
And my will to move forward
May waver towards the end of days.

Yet happenstance will show me my way,
She hardly leads the lost astray.
Beana Feb 2019
You know your life is crazy
When getting eight hours of sleep is like
a daisy in a field of dandelions

You know your life is crazy
When you get eight hours of sleep and think
you must be forgetting something

You know your life is crazy
When you think getting eight hours of sleep
on a weekday is too much

You know your life is crazy
When you think getting the recommended amount of sleep
on a weekday means something is wrong
because it's just not normal

You think your life is crazy
When you walk around half dead from tiredness
But is it really crazy when everyone else around you is the same?
Jacob Parnell Dec 2018
Tick... tick... tick..,
The sound was ticking...

Time was whistling past noon as I sat in my bedroom with nothing to do but listen to the sounds of the hounds across the street singing songs unique to the windows of a widow whose husband had died too soon.
Tick, tick, tick.
Muscles twitch.
My eyes gloom...
bewitched on the sight of the swinging pendulum that relayed my bittersweet symphony.
Everything is symmetry.
Everything's that same dream.
I think the thoughts in my head like I’m in a scene.
I'll be sleeping like a dead man soon.
I tell the tall tale in my head with room to grow.
It doesn't.
The tiredness lurks.
The perks of my uncomfortable mattress is formidable to match wits with.
(end of part one)
This poem is about a humdrum feeling while listening to time go by.
Michael Sep 2018
When can I rest?
When all the work is done?
Or when all has fallen around me?

Can I stop now?
Or do I have to keep going?
Do I have to keep struggling?
Or am I allowed some peace?

I need to know,
I need my questions answered.
I need your permission for me to stop,
Because it’s hard work putting you on top.
Do I keep going in life or am I stuck here?
Bexis Jul 2018
5 hours of sleep, wake to a text telling me that I need to open.
I had to rush, hopefully I put my head on straight.
Barely said hello or goodbye to my love.

I shouldn't complain.
Longer hours means more money.
It's hard not to trudge to this place.
40 to over 60 year old women, some of whom are bitter with how their life ended up.
20ish young adults who can't find better jobs, me included.

Just space out all day because trying to have any sort of conversation ends up with, "Well with me..."
Spouting off facts like they know everything.
Then a young 20 year old who takes part in every conversation.

Just remember it sometimes pays the bills.
Just remember it is temporary.
Just remember it is a stepping stone to something greater.

Sometimes you just have to stick it out.
It isn't a race.
Take your time.
You'll get to where you need to.
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