#cons
I don't expect to get encomium
on social media
however
I hate the negativity
on social media
May 19, 2025
May 19, 2025 at 8:25 PM UTC
Many times in my past,
My take on life
Was a puzzling grasp
Of truths and lies.
In my mind,
In my heart,
I thought I was middling smart.
That's what I've depended on,
Yet I was phished by the con.
It comes from the side
Of your weakest eye,
While you think you're helping
This other guy.
The hit is done with such aplomb.
That's the beauty of the con.
I'm still as smart as I thought I was,
But wiser now,
Just because,
I was the victim of a scam.
With reticence now,
I'm the lesser man.
He was slick;
I was tricked
When I let my guard slip
By a con's phishing trip.
But never again.
I promise this.
Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 10:29 AM UTC
Loyalty and Honesty
Are such old fashion qualities.
Now Hatred and Envy
Are real celebrities and followed by paparazzi.
These celebrities have made us blind,
Destroying this world that was just fine.
They were first created in our mind
And flows down to our heart via our spine .
Now the devil is laughing and saying lol,
We have prioritized these qualities above all.
We do not understand that we are all equal
We have stoop down so low to find everyone's faults.
Many are teaching about goodness
But practising in our daily life is the hardest.
Injustice, bloodshed is what we witness,
But have no power to stand against evil's greatness.
No power doesn't mean we are weak
It means we are allowing the devil to play hide and seek.
Right in our minds, hearts and cheek
We have becomes fans of the worst freak.
J. Mathew
Jun 25, 2020
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Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 6:24 AM UTC
there's this pattern
that I keep on going circles at
for everything I gained
I lost something in return
but I guess
I just never understand
which losses were worth losing
and which gains were worth acquiring
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 3:27 AM UTC
What’s wrong with me?
When it came to dealing with others,
I never saw myself in a negative way.
But now, all I notice
is my pessimistic nature.
Do the cons always outweigh the pros?
No, of course not,
but lately I remember more bad things than good.
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 11:32 PM UTC
~ ♡ ~
It's pleasure
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It's pain
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It's joy
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It's disquiet
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It's an antidote
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It's poison
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It's soundness
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It's madness
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It's a blessing
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It's a curse
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It's a haven
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It's a battle
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But above all,
Real love, true love
is sacrifice
~ ♡ ~
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC
There's instant soup
Instant milk
Blogs full'a goop
Bugs in your blink
Instant coffee
Instagram
Love like toffee
Stuck in your spam
Instant high
Instant fluff
Wherever you look
There's bang for your buck
God forbid
Delete it all
Switch it off
Feel the mad withdrawal
And go back to the land
Grow your own
Get a cow or a goat
Forget your phone
Finish the weeding
Chat with a rose
Stand in a summer shower
Smell the smells in your nose
Listen to the night
Owls, foxes, wrens
Watch the slow boiling
Smoke dancing in little rings
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 6:36 AM UTC
I find it scary
to love someone like this.
You give everything you have
your love, time & attention.
Hoping that
they will do & feel
the same way
like you do.
Missing them every single time,
making sure that they're happy &
remain contented with you,
& your love.
Doing everything that you could
to make sure that
they wouldn't leave you,
alone.
At the same time,
giving them
space & freedom
that they want & deserve.
To make sure
they won't
feel locked, stuck & chained
with you.
Loving someone
so deeply, pure, sincere
& innocent
is not an easy task.
This might sound
narcissistic,
but
I admire
myself & those
who has done it?
It is scary, yes.
No assurances
that all of it wouldn't be wasted.
Maybe that's the beauty of love
Making smart & logical people;
dumb, fearless & illogical.
Driving human beings,
insane &
risking it all,
for the name of
love.
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 2:17 AM UTC
I love Lightning when no claps of thunder trail it
I love the pitter-patter of rain outside when I am dry inside
I love you when feelings remain requited
I love everything until I see each layer
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 2:09 AM UTC
honestly
the thought of a boy
being all googly eyes over me
sounds great
but
the thought of a boy
crushing my heart
when he is done with me
isn't so great
the thought of a boy
being by my side every time
I need his voice the most
sounds like a blessing
to my young soul
but
the thought of that same boy
calling me names
when we are out of love
hurts me more than
the break up
of our
love.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 9:47 PM UTC
She wasn't so special.
She wasn't even that pretty, and her hair was always a mess, she had tired eyes, also her knees were too skinny and her voice was too loud. She was always in her own world never paying attention to anything I had to say, always scribbling in that notebook of hers I never got a chance to read. She laughed pretty much about anything, and had an opinion about everything, seriously.
Okay, she was that pretty. In fact, the world beautiful wouldn't bring her justice in her worst day. Her hair was a mess, that's for sure, it always fell over her face and I used to pull it back gently. And maybe she had tired eyes for staying up until the moon went to sleep waiting for my 'I'm home' text. I got to say I loved the skinniness of her knees, I remember thinking she was secure with me, that nothing wrong would ever happen to her. She was a loud person, which kind of came in handy whenever she had to stand up for herself, watching her speak up always made me proud.
She was a daydreamer, always over analizing everything, picturing different scenarios and each possible outcome. She promised she would show me that notebook, I remember she mentioned once how every thought that crossed her mind she wrote, that always fascinated me. And her laugh, man, that I could never hate, I would have done anything to hear her laugh. She always told me how having an opinion about everything made her interesting, but I knew that already, for I found her fascinating since the moment I met her.
She knew who she was and she knew what she wanted,
I wish I had figured that out before.
It's too late now.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC