#badlife - Hello Poetry

It’s one of those messy days When nothing is quite right nor wrong But ain’t life just a bundle of a lot of those messy days

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Nov 6, 2020

Nov 6, 2020 at 6:04 AM UTC

primneutral

Messy Days

It’s one of those messy days When nothing is quite right nor wrong But ain’t life just a bundle of a lot of those messy days

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once i was a hunter now i"m the prey surrounded by traitors coloured with grey filled with cries even the rivers are salty here i'm with dark allies searching light with fear

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Jun 11, 2020

Jun 11, 2020 at 4:25 AM UTC

meerasuresh2809

darkest hour

once i was a hunter now i"m the prey surrounded by traitors coloured with grey filled with cries even the rivers are salty here i'm with dark allies searching light with fear

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Must have been small, puny Let it grow large, plenty. Wish if it were in my treasury. Alas! These are in my kidney.

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Nov 22, 2017

Nov 22, 2017 at 7:36 AM UTC

PencilPoet

Accumulate

Must have been small, puny Let it grow large, plenty. Wish if it were in my treasury. Alas! These are in my kidney.

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By Arcassin Burnham I've been on the surface for too long enough to know that God has never made Somebody with the same interests i like, Giving me the wrong influenced girls that never met any Of my expectations to even cope through the night, Trust I had trouble sleepin'.... Don't even know the meanin'.... Of all these troubled feelins'.... Tugging and grabbing sheets like I had a way out! And That's why I don't trust any female to give my heart to Cause they might end up hurting me in any sort of expense, In the mean time there's no strings attached to any of our body parts But some of our body parts would get so intimate, Lost control of my feathers... Sick and tired of this weather.... Love don't get any better... I can't control you , if you want theres your way out! No girl will ever love me No girl will ever love me....

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Sep 9, 2016

Sep 9, 2016 at 10:55 AM UTC

arcassin-burnham

Never Be In Love Again

By Arcassin Burnham I've been on the surface for too long enough to know that God has never made Somebody with the same interests i like, Giving me the wrong influenced girls that never met any Of my expectations to even cope through the night, Trust I had trouble sleepin'.... Don't even know the meanin'.... Of all these troubled feelins'.... Tugging and grabbing sheets like I had a way out! And That's why I don't trust any female to give my heart to Cause they might end up hurting me in any sort of expense, In the mean time there's no strings attached to any of our body parts But some of our body parts would get so intimate, Lost control of my feathers... Sick and tired of this weather.... Love don't get any better... I can't control you , if you want theres your way out! No girl will ever love me No girl will ever love me....

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By Arcassin Burnham Filling out all of my vices in a box that I could never escape from, My life is like an ant getting stepped on crying buffalo tears, I've lost so much already in this world cringing from my knees to my thumbs, Putting up with your **** and sad excuses is actually the real nightmare, Don't beat yourself up too much when I'm gone and when your funeral has passed and went, Even in death I'll be the mistake you created to provoke you to not care as much as you do now, I'll never be like you and choose favorites, I'll never be like you and just taught, I'll never be like you , I'll never be like you and get off by locking your kid away, My parent skills won't be subdued, Telling people that you've done what you possible could do, But he's a lost cause, A lost cause with talent and lyrical spiritual voodoo to earn himself an award one day, But you don't see that, You didn't have that, So ridicule me, I'll never do that to any of my kids, As a matter of fact I'll get everything on their wish list, You'll never see them grow up to tell how great daddy is..

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Aug 22, 2016

Aug 22, 2016 at 2:40 PM UTC

arcassin-burnham

Dear Mom Pt.1

By Arcassin Burnham Filling out all of my vices in a box that I could never escape from, My life is like an ant getting stepped on crying buffalo tears, I've lost so much already in this world cringing from my knees to my thumbs, Putting up with your **** and sad excuses is actually the real nightmare, Don't beat yourself up too much when I'm gone and when your funeral has passed and went, Even in death I'll be the mistake you created to provoke you to not care as much as you do now, I'll never be like you and choose favorites, I'll never be like you and just taught, I'll never be like you , I'll never be like you and get off by locking your kid away, My parent skills won't be subdued, Telling people that you've done what you possible could do, But he's a lost cause, A lost cause with talent and lyrical spiritual voodoo to earn himself an award one day, But you don't see that, You didn't have that, So ridicule me, I'll never do that to any of my kids, As a matter of fact I'll get everything on their wish list, You'll never see them grow up to tell how great daddy is..

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Black eyes, bruised wrists, mangled genitals. Ribcage extruding; calling for love, lust, and cigarettes Faces offensive; unmet eyes, and searing expressions. Scars on arms; speaking louder than quiet voices Staring blank; at bills yet paid Thinking there is no way Imaging the fall from your 3rd floor Apartment Weighing funeral costs over living expenses Death would put you deeper in a hole Not able to get out, saying how Did I get here. Looking up seeing the opening nearly Closed; finger lye at the only opening left. Hope. Being crushed brutally, whilst you see it all happen. Blood rains on your pale face, craving Sunlight. Dismemberment of fingers, brings you into total darkness.

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Oct 14, 2014

Oct 14, 2014 at 12:03 AM UTC

todayspost

Self-loathing

Black eyes, bruised wrists, mangled genitals. Ribcage extruding; calling for love, lust, and cigarettes Faces offensive; unmet eyes, and searing expressions. Scars on arms; speaking louder than quiet voices Staring blank; at bills yet paid Thinking there is no way Imaging the fall from your 3rd floor Apartment Weighing funeral costs over living expenses Death would put you deeper in a hole Not able to get out, saying how Did I get here. Looking up seeing the opening nearly Closed; finger lye at the only opening left. Hope. Being crushed brutally, whilst you see it all happen. Blood rains on your pale face, craving Sunlight. Dismemberment of fingers, brings you into total darkness.

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