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I don't know how to start this
But I swear it's ******* with my mind
Cause the way you never miss
And the way it makes me cry

Why's she always first?
And the way you always seem to make it worse
Why can't I just ignore it?
For her I'd just die for it

It makes me sick
It makes me cry
It makes me wish I could denie
Denie the fact that she's important
To repair your broken comportment

I hate your jokes
I hate my life
It's tiring me
It makes me die

And yet I always seem to come back trying
Trying to keep myself from falling
Into that deep cage again
Where I never seem to be the same

And I love her
I really do
But your indecisive way of being "you"
Makes my mind go back again
To the place I've always fell

And I tired to ignore it
Annoyed I avoided
Avoided my feelings
Desperate to cover the grave
Where I hid my toxic trait.
Ariannah Sep 28
I wish I knew what to say to you,
I wish I knew what to do.
I know it's foolish, I really do,
But I can't help, I keep crawling back to you.

The way you tried,
The way I ignored it.
The way you cared,
Annoyed, I avoided
Talking to you,
But now I regret that too.

I can't help but think about you.
Now my wishes would never come true,
For I gave the wrong impression to you.

And I tried to stop,
But my heart wouldn't let me through
The glass walls that keep me away from you.

My emotions
Always look at me,
Gossiping the toxic traits I try so hard to leave.

They come and go,
But I'm always hostage in the same cage,
Where jealousy keeps killing me and my days.

So please forgive me and my ways
Of telling you to talk to me while I'm lost in my own haze.
It means nothing if I don't listen, too,
But I can't find my words to come and talk to you.

I've done you wrong, and I know it's true
I just wish I could come back to you.
But instead, I keep on drowning,
Sinking in a bleeding wound,
Whispering to myself how much I love you...
xavier thomas Jul 11
My father of lust
Walking in sin like a plague.
Generation to generations,
Tasting different flavors of women as if they were like candy.
Lick one, bite one, crush another, **** another, wrap up your favorite
one back in that wrapper
to save for later.
Spreading your seeds without protection
across the nations,
populating the land like wildfire .

Papa is a freaky rollin’ stone.
An inheritance of your gift
being the middle child,
banking on hope I can even control these urges.
Self-discipline / Self-love of respect
for myself
by myself.
I’m just trying to navigate my way on the right path
yet, I find myself almost lost
falling in a pool pit of ****** tension

How much more challenging for black man, himself?

Just like my father,
Like father like son
Just like his sins
Like father like son
Just like just cause
Like father like son

I’m the man now trying to change
Anais Vionet Mar 22
I dreamed my way here
I’ve had my cringe moments
I feel pressure, I lose perspective
I’ve wholeheartedly failed
I misspeak, underthink, overreact
I try to do the right thing
the right thing isn’t always clear
I’ve tried to hold on
I’ve let go with grace
I’ve charged ahead
I’ve stepped aside
I self-sabotage, then try to do better
I’ve self-consciously retreated
I’ve stood up for others
I’ve backed down and apologized
I’ve rinsed and repeated
I’m a chameleon, but I’ve never been perfect
I’ve under-reacted to challenges
I’ve overreacted to the ordinary
I devalue likeability
I indulge the language of play
I share my human experience
I don’t know what else to say.
Àŧùl Sep 2021
A poet is someone who rhymes,
Or at least takes care of structures.
A poet is someone who just sings,
Or rather makes music of the verses.
A poet is someone who bleeds black,
Or even weeps a rainbow of phrases.
My HP Poem #1942
©Atul Kaushal
Arindam Barooah Feb 2021
Muddled yet accountable.
Sober yet lively.
Impassive yet doting.
Mixed bag of traits
define him.
Bowlful of big hearted fondness
he carries to embrace all.
Conviviality and amiability
are his favourite words.
Pile of rendezvous,
easy reach outlook,
entangles him in a maze.
Still an apple of everyone's eye and
quite a loved soul.
Being you and always there,
with joy I proclaim,
cuddling happiness and ease.
Best of our camaraderie,
brimming with our fond memoirs
is yet to be savoured.
Attachment and affection remains,
Love, regard grows each day, to remain forever.
Blessed to have you brother, friend!!
John McCafferty Nov 2020
Anxiety and excitement are one of the same
Research for an answer to analyse traits
For the loss of another can be someone's gain
A vicious cycle with which to attain
Stressed from such pressures
Soften your edges to lighten your weight
All in a state but we all hesitate
Widen perspective and encompass ourselves
When life skills aren't taught
Are we really at fault or who is to blame
Personal perception distinguishes choice
Critical thought strengthens one's voice
A softer approach is often dismayed
Where are your heroes when you reach of an age
Admiration compels to find your own way
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
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