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The weight of your words.. Keep me up at night... You point, The edges of your fingers cut sharper than any knife, Slicing the space we used to fill with laughter and light. Your hands are inert, Hungry for heat, Yet instead of reaching, they hover, Like ghosts in a room where warmth has fled. Each sigh, a boulder, That drops into the stillness and Unfurls like tangled weeds, Choking the garden of us. I wonder, do you think love flourishes in the shadows of blame? Do you think it's fruits bloom where bitterness breathes like an old memory? Yet, here I remain — rooted, Waiting for you to look up, To step out of the darkness, To meet me, halfway.. In that golden sliver of effort, Where silence can wrap us in a cradle, A refuge, Not a battlefield. The weight of your words.. Keep me up at night... But the hope in my heart... Give me just enough to stay another day. -realness and rhyme x Nachii
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Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 1:49 PM UTC
Untitled
Once again Here we go We're playing the blame game You can't seem To let go So it is all the same Conclusions But you don't know Which path down where it came So, ofcourse I am blamed The outcome never change
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Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 7:00 AM UTC
Blame Game
He stands and walks, and makes himself as hard as rock, He smiles and waves, at beauties and babes, Then whispers into a quiet boys ears, makes him excited and confused with fear, Then screams and shouts on the worlds redoubt, I do not engage in a sinful dance, while his hand holds the young boys stance, Caressing it up and down, while the eyes set on the young boy and frown, He rapes the young one through and through, Forgetting we are in the Twenty-first century too.
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Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC
The Deciever
. **•point                                    our fing-                                  ers to the                                  nearest a-                                  vailable s-                                  uckers• to                                  take respo-                                  nsibility  a-                                  nd be  acco-                                  untable....no                                  one really bothers•we                   do it so well unlike any other•al-      most a skill that never gets duller•shit hits the fan, we all look for someone to blame•it's a hapless situation when we partake in such a ga-   me•it's become a norm that simply never ends • it's a nasty situation that makes enemies out of f- riends•i look at myself and realise that i am no    different•for i too, have my finger pointed si-    lent•i too, have erred...warranting reproach •milling over transgressions my words dare not broach•sigh...why is it so that such a habit we can never sever•think no further...let's just blame it on......................** human nature• .
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Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 10:11 AM UTC
Blame
. **•point                                    our fing-                                  ers to the                                  nearest a-                                  vailable s-                                  uckers• to                                  take respo-                                  nsibility  a-                                  nd be  acco-                                  untable....no                                  one really bothers•we                   do it so well unlike any other•al-      most a skill that never gets duller•shit hits the fan, we all look for someone to blame•it's a hapless situation when we partake in such a ga-   me•it's become a norm that simply never ends • it's a nasty situation that makes enemies out of f- riends•i look at myself and realise that i am no    different•for i too, have my finger pointed si-    lent•i too, have erred...warranting reproach •milling over transgressions my words dare not broach•sigh...why is it so that such a habit we can never sever•think no further...let's just blame it on......................** human nature• .
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ode to the pain of wisdom gained from broken chains childhood blame game shame *s.q."
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Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 3:05 PM UTC
Haiku
I made a loop with a running knot around my neck A snare, a lasso A hangman's hassle I tightened it up I pushed the chair Only to blame the only person who actually cared
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May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 2:29 PM UTC
Knot
From the start We know this would end right? And yet, courageously, you told me you would fight. Whose fault was it in the first place? Why do we suffer now in this heartache?
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May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 3:28 PM UTC
Confused
The only game losers Are good at, Don't put yourself in that place, Take responsibility and work things out, Blaming others only wastes time and energy.
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Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 4:36 AM UTC
The blame game