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If I ever disappear,
Don't go looking,
I will be long gone,
Far away with the winds.

But if you wish to hear me,
Lend an ear to the early breezes,
You will hear me voice,
Calling out, softly singing.
Long away with the winged birds.
inkedsolace Mar 23
Give me a break,
This shouldn't have to be such a hot take,
Stop making me feel worthless and fake,
You're grinding my head into a medium rare steak,
****** and broken to throw into the lake,
Where rumors can drink from to cure their slake,
And I'll end up at night lyin' awake,
Wondering when comes dawn's jailbreak,
Stayin' up 'til my head starts to ache,
Stayin' up 'til my heart starts to break,
...Why can't you see what's at stake?

x i. solace
Jeremy Betts Mar 16
Hey you there

It's not just me in here
Oh how I wish you could hear the coconspirator
Or see in a single tear how loud the fear of fear truly can be
And how I'm so rarely allowed to steer

I AM a dark passenger, MY dark passenger
A near prison like constricting atmosphere with no breathing apparatus gear
Life can be so impossibly cavalier
Death is always closer than it should ever appear, regardless of the mirror

In my story I have the glory of a lone fourth musketeer
With a crowded asylum between each ear
So many questions but not a single agreed upon answer will appear
And I've yet to meet this so called infallible puppeteer

Though the hierarchy is clear, it passes through an auctioneer
"Punish thee if thy finds I should ever veer from thy holy 'engineer'"
Hell, they can stay put like a headlight frozen deer
I'd rather be allowed to be the one to disappear

I did not ask to be here

©2025
Misstic Mar 13
I wrote about
Heartache
Not following your
Past mistakes,

But, what about
The girls or boys
Getting *****,

Losing innocence
As such young age,
Not even
Knowing
What they lost?

Gained horrors
For a life range
Used
As toys for
A meaningless
Exchange,

Monster intoxicated
With lust
Roaming these streets,
That’s the real issue
No my clothes
You pin,

What a bad joke
Life is?
Instead being
Kind
We being stripped
From our
Dignity.
Misstic Mar 13
I wrote about
Heartache
Not following your
Past mistakes,

But, what about
The girls or boys
Getting *****,

Losing innocence
As such young age,
Not even
Knowing
What they lost?

Gained horrors
For a life range
Used
As toys for
A meaningless
Exchange,

Monster intoxicated
With lust
Roaming these streets,
That’s the real issue
No my clothes
You pin,

What a bad joke
Life is?
Instead being
Kind
We being stripped
From our
Dignity.
Amir Murtaza Feb 23
She loves to play with colors,
and her favorite is blue.
She loves her blue jeans,
a gift from her mother.

Her mother works
in a garment factory,
where women are paid
less than men.

She dreams of a world
where colors don’t fade with injustice.
Gender-based inequality thrives where rights are unequal and voices go unheard.
Millee Feb 16
this side of my skin
hides what lies within
a perfect shell
hiding my inner hell

this side of me
hides what you can see
what i hide
what's trapped deep inside

outside as perfection
inside a deadly infection
it spreads through my soul
its darkness swallowing me whole

this side of my skin
protects what i hide within
keeps my thoughts hidden
because what they say is surely forbidden
Vianne Lior Feb 14
We speak, but do we hear?
Voices rise, yet silence screams—
what are we afraid of?
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