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ari Mar 2020
something he stole
      was very important to me
                but it’s not the kind of thing
that could ever be returned
         this is no game of
   lost and found
       oh, but the thief
                        the thief―
they couldn’t catch him,
            he’s got
               sly talk and
i think he’s part snake
          they couldn’t catch him because
he left no fingerprints
he took everything from me.
Lewis Irwin Nov 2019
I'm like climate because I deteriorate each day, it's a treat,
My nails are bitten to the seams just so I can feel; so I can bleed.
The nihilistic ******; I don't feel sorry; I hope we crash,
Pushing buttons in mirror cause my vision should be clearer, what's another ****?

Fear anger manipulate irate lust & youth,
The values that stitch the masses in truth.

I cut my neck to watch it bleed; imagine what I'd be if I was death on the screen?
I grip my teeth to watch them leave; crumble my soul like a God on its knees.
And when I fall back into the black kick me back; don't grab my hand,
And when I reach out it's a farce don't placate me because I don't want to land.

Fear anger manipulate irate lust & youth,
The values that stitch the masses in truth.

I want to die young to a dulcet cause; and romanticise my sins and all my flaws,
Pack my bags and leave a note; laugh it
off and slit my throat; like I give a toss.
I burnt a hole in my soul, I lost my will so long ago; I can't come back,
Forced to live without a choice; I've lost the right; I've lost the track.

Fear anger manipulate irate lust & youth,
The values that stitch the masses in truth.

In a world filled with power and greed,
Don't forget to check with them if you can be free.
They choose who you want to be and who's the new celebrity,
And when the water cooler talk starts to wear off, and when you start attack people when they don't like what you want.
When general public consensus is apparently "key", don't forget who controls exactly what you see.

You're not free,
You never will be.
The foundations are crooked,
And I know it sounds stupid,
But you've got to annihilate the system if you want to see the change,
Because they don't care about a single ******* thing that you say.
The world revolves around you and not the sun,
And you all wonder why nothing ever gets done.
You made the machine and allowed it to corrupt,
And forgot to build a fail safe, ah we're all ******...
cfw Jul 2019
You bring me tears of joy
and tears of sadness,
but old memories is something I will always enjoy.
We are sorry for being reckless.

I would not feel this emptiness,
If only I were not acting coy.
Losing you made me feel worthless,
but we promise that, one day, you will smile with overjoy.
I'm sorry. We promise to make it up to you one day, by giving you a lovable younger sibling
Kieran Messer May 2019
I miss Sam.

My best mate.
We'd hang out all day,
And talk on the phone 'til late.
Sammy really was that great.

But before my eyes,
It seemed as though he was vanishing.
I wish I could pull him back.
Why didn't I grab him?

Why didn't I tell him
He was more than an A-grade student?#
He was an A* lad.
Aglow with glee,

And so, so chirpy.
But the bluebirds and parrots won't visit him.
Instead, blackbirds and pigeons flock,
Grazing at his grave.

I can't visit his room anymore.
But I imagine vividly
His workload piling up,
As he tumbled further down.

Why did I let this happen,
And of all people,
To Sam?
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Lewis Irwin May 2019
You see the world in greyscale,
A filter over your mind.
You feel colours in braille,
A gift plagues in your mind.

You scrutinise the sun; for all is black,
A disease that haunts your mind.
You pray for at least sadness back,
A prose of your lonely mind.

I'd go through the bay of Hades,
I'd take loans out on my soul.
I'd walk through trenches of cacophony,
Just so you didn't feel so alone.

I'd paint this earth in all the colours that be,
A gift to heal your mind.
I'd absorb the numbness that haunts you in sheets,
A plague I see in your mind.
I'd die for you, just wait and see,
And finally together we will be.

For you aren't one soul, you're an amalgam of different faces,
And if this mirror has taught me anything, it's that we lose colour in loneliest of places.
Lewis Irwin Apr 2019
There's a tree in the middle of a patch of grass,
And it's standing alone while it's peers surround it.
People they just pass and there's no second glance,
And I said to the tree "I'm just like you, as you are me".
The leaves they're alive, but they're browning and turning white,
They're barley alive,
for you are the same as I.
I wrote this during an anxiety attack. It is about a real tree also.
Jennifer West Mar 2019
Thank you for burning me
With your senseless thoughts
For now I know
My own worth
Jennifer West Mar 2019
Watch the blood
Pour down wrists
Turn and laugh
Because I know
I'm worthless

Steal my joy
Make misery
Seep and pour
Because I know
That's all I'm
Good for

Hold me down
Miss my cries
Put words to me
Because I know
I'm not worth
Anyone's time
MJL Feb 2019
Muddy doors shut
Alligator mess nipping
Confined dirt bubble
Air taint
B. O.
Stale fries
Sanitizer plans
You expect a tip
We have different tips in mind
Spicy no-star-to-go
Uber sad
Lewis Irwin Feb 2019
I'm prophetic and live my life through others words,
I'm socratic and will accept death when it's my turn.
All my knowledge is fulfilled with conjecture,
I'm painfully obsequious when involving niche lectures.

I'm fitting with paranoia and it riddles my brain;
Obsessed with the thoughts of passing away,
As time slips away quicker and quicker everyday.

My perception is perceived but acknowledge my sentience and you'll see;
There's a dark soul deep inside of me.

Tonight feels like my last fight as I write with a knife;
My sallow eyes drift aside as my hope for a better life resides,
And the pen I call a knife inches closer to stealing my life.
As I lay back and stare into the black corner of this one-track world of false fact;
I realise in my transient fit of thought that there's no going back.

My perception is perceived but acknowledge my sentience and you'll see;
There's a dark soul deep inside of me.
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