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Keebo Nov 18
I am the lonely boy who loves a lonely girl
When I’m blue, she’s the one I run to
You’d think we go together like two + two
But in fact, we make five and here’s why
We’re both equally traumatised
With a battlefield going strong in our minds
It tires her out all the time
Whereas I use drugs as a coping vice
We’re both fairly afraid to get close
Because past lovers still have a hold
Not in the sense we keep a torch lit
Just scarred and bruised from the flames within
We’re both so anxious about timing
She thinks she’s too much, I think I’m not enough
These are the cards we’re dealt with
But having her by my side is a blessing
Originally this was called “Lonely Girl” part two to my second poem “Lonely Boy” but renamed it after the Jack Nicholson film

The generation of today is living an insecure life.
Life full of comparison
Possession of things without thinking of what may happen
A generation trying to prove others that they are the best

A generation where young and energetic men are trying to prove themselves by destroying others.
A generation where big and high class daddies destroy the young with material things
A confused generation showing their happiness and wealth through photography
A confused generation  hard to love people from a broken family
         Everything is invalid!

We suffer insecurities we didn't create
Many are becoming insecure
Completely unstable
Trying to compare themselves with our today's models and celebrities of our century
Probably hiding behind makeup
Cause probably without the makeup!
They,themselves are a hot mess!
They pay a ransom to look great!
If beauty is in the eyes of the beholder!
Then,why suffer so much trying to look spectacular?
Why spend to your last coin attracting a whole lot of people?
They say beauty comes from within
Our generation need to stand courageously
And fight against the enemy of self insecurity!
Kyle Jul 15
I'm twisted inside.
My emotions are unstable;
And just like my emotions, my choices are also unstable.
It keeps going back and forth.
I'm twisted inside;
And don't know what to do.
It is very confusing.
Clive May 11
At the beginning the love was sweet...
We could check up
on each other every
single time of the day.
The love was real and
I enjoyed everything

I truly loved her yet she. claimed my love wasn't
enough, I showed her
real love coz she also
showed me the love
I've always been

She was so supportive
when I needed her, we
enjoyed every beautiful
moments I had with her
To be she was beautiful
and her beauty was so much different it wasn't the way she dressed

But the way she stood for me everywhen i messed

He beauty

wasn't in her thin skin

But the times she forgave me everywhen i sin

Her beauty

Wasn't in one night stand

But the times I ******* and she still gave me a hand.

I didn't see her worth after
spoting  the outer
beauty of other campus
girls. She warned me but
I didn't gave her time

She cried the whole day and night and I didn't gave her
the attention.

I jumped from one
relationship to another but
she kept loving me
i didn't see her love and didn't gave her a chance
to explain herself

I lost her just because of
my lust for the women

*Art from heart
Empire Apr 25
This entire house feels unstable
My life is shaking
As are my hands
Nothing is certain
Nothing is safe
Why... why doesn’t home ever feel safe?
Damien Mar 9
The tears are backed up so much
I wish they’d come
I wish they’d run
And finally get all of my emotions to out of my headspace

A shell that’s almost numb
Run down from the lifelong fight
Often feeling dumb
And always in fight or flight

A father whom is barely home
A mother whom I only know over the phone
Ever since the last one left
I’ve been living in a basically broken home

Night after night
Day after day
I still feel the same pain
And still comes the same rain

Suicidal contemplation's
Consumed by anxious thoughts
Filled with my worst fears
And followed by my vulnerabilities and desperate actions

An emotionally unstable demon
One whom tries to be happy
But is beaten down every time
And left alone in his own minds creation of purgatory
....will this ever get better?....
Cate Feb 18
my mind is a whirlwind
it comes,
it goes
but it never
stays put
A shade of blue
Can plague the mind
A shade of green
Can turn the kind
A shade of red
Can break the stable
And yet...
A shade of yellow
Won't break the many
So many hues
And yet we don't see them all.
I see so many things in life that I just can't help attaching a colour to. But why do colours have meanings, why do I look at the world in colour? Wouldn't all just be simpler to see everything as black and white?
When my world turned upside down,
And it seemed all forces were against me,
I thought you were the one thing stable,
Something I could cling to blindly.
But instead you are the feet
That have shaken the foundations loose.
You are the winds,
Ripping years of roots from the ground.
I thought you were stable
In my world of instability.
But instead,
You are the world.
A poem loosely based on a story I am writing.
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