#misanthropic - Hello Poetry

so close within your eyes.. resides the world's most scintillant light.. when you cry...the stars WEEP and release symphonies that cascade from the skies, azure temples intimately disguised, yet in the dark your heart falls apart and calls out my name, every day i think of you, as my soul grows cold and old..i struggle 2 control the pain.. Its odd.. the facade.. that the'world in all it's awe performs so worn'from the applause relentlessly, Nothing MUST be.. we're born and formed to be flawed, created cracked and clawed from earthly debris, Misanthropic melodies, manifolds of madness never before heard-confessed and conveyed Expressed and displayed-through violent variation of words, I await.. and in silence observe, Confounded and disturbed.

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Mar 6, 2019

Mar 6, 2019 at 6:42 PM UTC

l-thor-pedersen

The Facade

so close within your eyes.. resides the world's most scintillant light.. when you cry...the stars WEEP and release symphonies that cascade from the skies, azure temples intimately disguised, yet in the dark your heart falls apart and calls out my name, every day i think of you, as my soul grows cold and old..i struggle 2 control the pain.. Its odd.. the facade.. that the'world in all it's awe performs so worn'from the applause relentlessly, Nothing MUST be.. we're born and formed to be flawed, created cracked and clawed from earthly debris, Misanthropic melodies, manifolds of madness never before heard-confessed and conveyed Expressed and displayed-through violent variation of words, I await.. and in silence observe, Confounded and disturbed.

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Weeks turn into months The months drag on for years As the clocks hands violently spin Time seems to eloquently disappear Lying for what seems to be eons In hollow shell that once was Praying for a new tomorrow Never seemingly comes The suns rays gently shine through Only tease me with a glimmer of hope That never seems to ensue Wishing the warmth I have felt I never knew Visual wonder seems to blend Into an everlasting monotone grey Staring into the empty wall No stimulation to relieve my pain Joy is nothing but word For the mere feeling is left heard And by my hands alone I sink Into the darkness of night I’m never assured For imagination can thwart the coming days Relieve my mind traveling on an escape But for how long must you hold fast Slowly as it becomes a twisted decay For what I want I try to reach to grab Only to grasp a hold for mere seconds Slowly slipping through cracks of my hands Returning to a bleak existence As you search for the good you wish to find In those few faces that abound Your own misanthropic views Seem to chase away those who are sound So alone as you are to thee you must face As your mind tears itself apart on endless race Slowly you try as you fight against an uphill slope Left to your own devices endless suffering without hope

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Jul 8, 2018

Jul 8, 2018 at 12:42 PM UTC

Cman121

The Futility that Has Become

Weeks turn into months The months drag on for years As the clocks hands violently spin Time seems to eloquently disappear Lying for what seems to be eons In hollow shell that once was Praying for a new tomorrow Never seemingly comes The suns rays gently shine through Only tease me with a glimmer of hope That never seems to ensue Wishing the warmth I have felt I never knew Visual wonder seems to blend Into an everlasting monotone grey Staring into the empty wall No stimulation to relieve my pain Joy is nothing but word For the mere feeling is left heard And by my hands alone I sink Into the darkness of night I’m never assured For imagination can thwart the coming days Relieve my mind traveling on an escape But for how long must you hold fast Slowly as it becomes a twisted decay For what I want I try to reach to grab Only to grasp a hold for mere seconds Slowly slipping through cracks of my hands Returning to a bleak existence As you search for the good you wish to find In those few faces that abound Your own misanthropic views Seem to chase away those who are sound So alone as you are to thee you must face As your mind tears itself apart on endless race Slowly you try as you fight against an uphill slope Left to your own devices endless suffering without hope

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If you find yourself in constant dismay About your life, the world at large or simply **** today You have two paths to walk and one ends colorless and grey You sat and did nothing, but had plenty to say. What is that contribution that you speak? Being in tune with the news and the daily beat? Have you tuned out so that you could actually hear? The connection is deafening and you walk away filled with fear. So make you choice now or accept your fate Right now is the only thing that is certain and safe. But if you prefer to project life beyond the now There will be a time when you will realize the answer to the question: How? There are those who speak and inspire That's good and fine But can you call the actions of others your own Or can I call them mine? No. You need to make something from nothing You need to blow your mind Or else you're wasting air And you're wasting you're own time.

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Apr 26, 2018

Apr 26, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC

cameron-banowsky

Do Something, Or Die

If you find yourself in constant dismay About your life, the world at large or simply **** today You have two paths to walk and one ends colorless and grey You sat and did nothing, but had plenty to say. What is that contribution that you speak? Being in tune with the news and the daily beat? Have you tuned out so that you could actually hear? The connection is deafening and you walk away filled with fear. So make you choice now or accept your fate Right now is the only thing that is certain and safe. But if you prefer to project life beyond the now There will be a time when you will realize the answer to the question: How? There are those who speak and inspire That's good and fine But can you call the actions of others your own Or can I call them mine? No. You need to make something from nothing You need to blow your mind Or else you're wasting air And you're wasting you're own time.

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You've always been the one to shine Radiating warmth and compassion You could incorporate anyone into a conversation Eyes with a dashing twinkle like stars grounded to earth I've always been lackluster Misanthropic by nature I hide in forests and on mountains As much from the world as from myself Despite all our differences You chose me to be the one to reside inside your heart Despite that I could never be every thing you are I will always love you as I have from the start

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Dec 27, 2017

Dec 27, 2017 at 11:22 PM UTC

SamQuandt

Two Doves

You've always been the one to shine Radiating warmth and compassion You could incorporate anyone into a conversation Eyes with a dashing twinkle like stars grounded to earth I've always been lackluster Misanthropic by nature I hide in forests and on mountains As much from the world as from myself Despite all our differences You chose me to be the one to reside inside your heart Despite that I could never be every thing you are I will always love you as I have from the start

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Bottle caps and bullet cases surround my feet, the glass beach of failed attempts at evading memories. For all the things i let you put me through I still don't have the will to blame you. I wish I could be weak in this moment, let my soul be seen but stuffing it down and shutting everyone out has become routine. So I'll hang my tattered dolorous soul on the hook by the door. Exchanged for the vestigial smile I wear when reclusiveness isn't pragmatic anymore. I'll pretend that each day doesn't bring me closer to shattering into a million crystalline pieces of who I was in memory. And when the day is dead I'll climb back down inside my solace, and shed the burden of this emotional carapace I'll remove my mask and wash away all the hate and fear from the dour face staring at me from the mirror. I'll drown my soul and sink to the bottom of this internal sea. Into the world devoid of light, of sound, of memories.

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Nov 28, 2017

Nov 28, 2017 at 1:46 AM UTC

Thomas_Halls

Memories

Bottle caps and bullet cases surround my feet, the glass beach of failed attempts at evading memories. For all the things i let you put me through I still don't have the will to blame you. I wish I could be weak in this moment, let my soul be seen but stuffing it down and shutting everyone out has become routine. So I'll hang my tattered dolorous soul on the hook by the door. Exchanged for the vestigial smile I wear when reclusiveness isn't pragmatic anymore. I'll pretend that each day doesn't bring me closer to shattering into a million crystalline pieces of who I was in memory. And when the day is dead I'll climb back down inside my solace, and shed the burden of this emotional carapace I'll remove my mask and wash away all the hate and fear from the dour face staring at me from the mirror. I'll drown my soul and sink to the bottom of this internal sea. Into the world devoid of light, of sound, of memories.

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Life is not hateful. Nature is. A person can't make It happen so he acts as a shark and moves without remorse, though a mere ten second's contemplation and emotional, intellectual understanding of the things he, without sorrow, ignites in his wake, would be enough to force his hand to tie that well deserved noose and slip it around his slimy neck and hang himself dead. He, much like a snake, is deaf to the screams of those he has bitten, and blind to the ruin behind him. His one track mind - his selfish mind - which blocks out all that his nature doesn't wish for him to acknowledge - does for him what is convenient for him. Eliminates the reality for him. That is his nature's wish.

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May 19, 2016

May 19, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC

max-watt

Wish

Life is not hateful. Nature is. A person can't make It happen so he acts as a shark and moves without remorse, though a mere ten second's contemplation and emotional, intellectual understanding of the things he, without sorrow, ignites in his wake, would be enough to force his hand to tie that well deserved noose and slip it around his slimy neck and hang himself dead. He, much like a snake, is deaf to the screams of those he has bitten, and blind to the ruin behind him. His one track mind - his selfish mind - which blocks out all that his nature doesn't wish for him to acknowledge - does for him what is convenient for him. Eliminates the reality for him. That is his nature's wish.

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We are all but a disease to this earth A sickening growth eating away the flesh Destroying for our own selfish desires Yet our consciousness grows higher Making us more remarkable than ever

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Oct 27, 2015

Oct 27, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC

Btc156

Sickness

We are all but a disease to this earth A sickening growth eating away the flesh Destroying for our own selfish desires Yet our consciousness grows higher Making us more remarkable than ever

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Upward I swirl into the swirl of death shrills Discontented about absolutism; the lies of war Discontented about the perversions against nature; man's egomaniacal tendencies Upward I spiral into the swirl of darkness Gravity has no power to keep me bound within myself I let loose once again I float towards another endless spiral of dark clouds, these clouds spin expeditiously within its air-vortex I see carnage, I smell blood, I witness the land of all misanthropes Into the blackness as I spin, my vision catches a chorale begging to be autonomous in the state of sovereignty The impetus in my desperate and saddened heart I curse the gods My tightened fist fails at at the darker darkness, at this ominous swirling I see no light ahead likened to the event horizon on the outer rim of a black hole My breath is being ****** out as the greed-succubus ***** out life I see you in me, as we both are caught in this uninvited storm Will we ever survive? Will we ever survive? So we must fight on!

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Sep 26, 2014

Sep 26, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC

rw-dennen

Into the stormy Vortex

Upward I swirl into the swirl of death shrills Discontented about absolutism; the lies of war Discontented about the perversions against nature; man's egomaniacal tendencies Upward I spiral into the swirl of darkness Gravity has no power to keep me bound within myself I let loose once again I float towards another endless spiral of dark clouds, these clouds spin expeditiously within its air-vortex I see carnage, I smell blood, I witness the land of all misanthropes Into the blackness as I spin, my vision catches a chorale begging to be autonomous in the state of sovereignty The impetus in my desperate and saddened heart I curse the gods My tightened fist fails at at the darker darkness, at this ominous swirling I see no light ahead likened to the event horizon on the outer rim of a black hole My breath is being ****** out as the greed-succubus ***** out life I see you in me, as we both are caught in this uninvited storm Will we ever survive? Will we ever survive? So we must fight on!

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