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Aditya Roy Nov 2020
I drove all the way
Out here on an empty highway

Should I keep going
Or stay with the rust-colored sky

I'm not sure
But, I sure love the horizon's shine

The eclipse on the cacti
A bit of light colors the reptile

I know behind the blue sky
There's a diamond mine

But, a bit of dust never hurt anybody
So, I stay back searching for the oasis of my life
With many miles in sight
With many miles in sight

Before I sleep.
:) Love is the flower, let it grow. Also, there are no mistakes, only music.
Hammad Nov 2020
I don't know about you
but I always find it satisfying
to always expect less
and hope for more...
Jonathan Moya Nov 2020
The steel bar that holds the torso up
gives it a spine and makes it art
and not some headless, armless, genital-less
mutilation pushed from a machine
going faster than the white signs allowed.
I see it only on my iPhone,
backlit with its perfect abs and ***-gutters
not unlike the headless *******
penetrating endless **** on pornhub,
the unsolicited **** pic galleries popping up
whenever I try to click away.
Everything  breakable and tearable in me
has been torn and broken
and yet I envy this immortal stone
suspended here in cyber space
that can be smashed to white pebbles,
pulverized to dust
and still never bleed
or feel pain.
It exists,
a twist of idolized flesh
to be touched
and wondered over,
polished to a high sheen
by centuries of passing hands
until the fetish leaves me
admiring and detesting,
the remnant echo
of the true and beautiful,
a once true and beautiful God.
Lorena Nov 2020
in other worlds..." he corrected himself -

"The being in constant astonishment in other worlds - words, dies. Starves from too much food."
TOO MUCH ASTONISHMENT.

such astonishment to be unlearned in the meeting of two friends on a bench,
the opening of curtains to a blue-gold sky
the sheer pleasure of creating a world -
(word?)
- and a person and a FEELING
from a black-inked nib and a white scratched page

THIS IS THE FATE OF THE WATCHER
trapped alone in astonishment, a seer
Cassandra of ordinary happenings.

look at the living that is being LIVED!
- and never believed.
imehsahdehahs Oct 2020
My Father Just Ask Me

Am I Gay?

Not Like he was kidding

He asked me in a straight

semi-serious way

And I was like *******

I just told you I am pan

He was thinking about

greek mythology

You lost touch from reality

So here is the lesson kids don't go

to the doctor with Sick person

it would just make you way Sicker

And I am

Sick Sick Sick

of you, All of you
******* Dad
Hubbiya Oct 2020
Sometimes I wonder,
Humans are made?
Or created? To write,
Can be lengthy
Coz they do a lot,
A lot that may hurt
That may love,
But some,
I'm on the cloud
To see them whole.
an artist Sep 2020
where to begin

there is so much ******* pain
lined up inside me
like layers of skin
i have layers of pain

so much unsorted trauma
lying in my chest, mind, heart
my soul
it aches for growth, but
i am still figuring out the trauma part

i am not who i am born into
i am not the things that have happened to me
i am not the people who have hurt me

i am Me
i am my Self
I am Grace
i am strong

i have been hurt
but the weight of the pain has become
too heavy to drag around
i must dump the body

the body of trauma that lay inside me
fare ******* well

i am not required to forgive you
and for now i cannot
for you have sinned much more,
far, far, far more than forgiveness could erase

ten fold
i hope the horrible
terrible
evil
things you’ve committed

i hope they come down raining
ten fold
on your stupid ******* head
since you don’t get the picture

and here i will sit
while you writhe in suffering
disowning your evilness
rather than facing it head on
swords up
cutting through the thick disgust

but you ******* cower
like the ******* you are
you feel no remorse
you find pleasure in the pain of others
and for that
let bygones be bygones

i trust.
for your troubles are out of my hands
the things you’ve done to me
they are out of my hands
i will try to forgive,
oh but i will never ******* forget

i fill my hands with what i deserve
i fill my hands with love
i fill my hands with abundance
i fill my hands with peace

i let you go now
you no longer have a place in my life
holding on much longer will not suffice
Beulin S S Sep 2020
I was like a mirror...
They showered stones on me;

They thought I am broken;
Yes, I was...

But now I nursed myself;
Now I'm a firm solid...

They can break me;
But, Not my spirit to win.
Personality
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