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#misled
If I am not rage, then what am I? I tried love, trust, patience, empathy They were accepted out of courtesy But discarded like an inconvenience If I am not anger, then what am I? I tried so very hard, so much time Just to receive little effort and no time Just to be abandoned and misled If I am not anger, nor am I rage itself Then I am the pain you gave to me
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May 28, 2025
May 28, 2025 at 10:15 AM UTC
What am I
I don't hate you. After all that we went through, I never hated you. —I thought I could never hate you. But then again, I thought I knew you. I thought you were that sweet, selfless guy, the guy that cared about me more than anything, who said he'd never hurt me. Who told me he loved me. But if you really cared about me more than anything, and loved me as much as you claimed you did, then you wouldn't have hurt me like you did now. I wouldn't be sitting here with tears streaming down my face, writing these poems to get out the feelings I otherwise bury inside. I could never hate the boy I thought you were. But you're not that boy at all, at least, not anymore.
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Jul 19, 2023
Jul 19, 2023 at 1:50 AM UTC
The boy I thought you were
I kept waiting; But it was all pointless. I was useless; To think that you won't be leaving. But you did; You misled me, And that's how it ended.
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Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 12:52 AM UTC
Pointless
maybe you don't really care at all indeed, I'm one to blame end this to forget the fall lost is myself from all this game
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Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 7:47 AM UTC
00:00
I don’t care if the sun doesn’t rise. If the snow falls and doesn’t melt Just be there The cold crisp air has made our petals fragile. We will crumble from the slightest touch Just be there When there is nothing left All I ask is to replant my seeds So I can grow again
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Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC
Cold
I know who you really are. You did not do anything for me. You're not getting any good Karma. I hope she doesn't get hurt. You brought me in, when I was at my worst, And then decided to desert me. I thought I had a home. I thought I was safe. You Lied. I told you my story. And you didn't care. Because I wouldn't be your call girl. I won't Ruin your life. I'll let Karma Do that.
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May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 1:13 PM UTC
I Know.
The plan was to be independent I had my goals written down My priorities were in check I was going to follow through And achieve what I had to in the end But then **** happened And my ascetic side was left for dead All my dreams I trapped in a mausoleum My spurious persona was in the lead My new ambitions were kaleidoscopic They were all wants and never needs Something new always grabbed my attention Once I had achieved a thing Slowly but surely I was being drowned By deceit and greed And one day I searched myself and could not find me I did not see the me that was a visionary I had missed my way and that was clear to see I was already in the depths of the ocean of sin when it finally dawned on me At this point even self-love couldn't save me And self-hatred couldn't change me Even self-will couldn't revive me So I found a coping mechanism To help me live with my atrocities Under the ocean of sin.
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Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 10:32 PM UTC
Out of Body Experience
Deception mistaken for protection.
 Oh so naive.
Unwittingly taking fiction as gospel, wholeheartedly, they believe.
The art of lying, simply unable to conceive.

In these formative years, all the elders did was sugarcoat.
 Upon uncovering the truth.
They realize all that they've been fed is poison, slowly, it has been secreted.
 Down their throat.
 Cruelly cheated.
The innocence of youth.
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Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 8:24 AM UTC
They Made Fools Of Us All
The head is an annoying place to be stuck upon. Once known for knowledge; its reputation no longer stands. Left with sole stupidity and wider jumps. "What a fool" she thought, swinging off the edge.
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Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 3:33 AM UTC
A foolish jump
I met a guy and I instantly liked him He was tall, good looking and imperially slim His moustache dragged sideways to his cheek He talked quietly and was infinitely meek The next day, I went to see him at work I learnt he had never been there I thought it was a simple case of bad luck He had probably meant elsewhere I set out for his home to find It was a cute, little bungalow I saw a little girl peep from behind; A pretty lady looked through the window I stood on the empty threshold Staggering my way out of this jam Me? When had I gotten to be so bold? I was now practically "the other woman".
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Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 11:09 AM UTC
The Other Woman
Stop trying to find yourself And start creating yourself
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Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 2:48 AM UTC
Search For Identity
Second step is a promise, and you misled them from safe haven to slaughter. Gods broken in fragments, collected in plastic bags, kept in cupboards and drawers. Worships in mirrors. Praises the reflection. You've imprisoned thunderstorms in your palms; Are you the villain? Hypocrite manipulator? People exist to either assist you or inconvenience you, and your aim is to have one class of person. Disposable.
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 1:09 AM UTC
"Worship/Sin/Mirrors."
*Misguided fire of passion Burns one’s own abode Even the tears of remorse Can’t douse the raging inferno*
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Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 1:42 AM UTC
Askew Passion
The glance she gave me When we started shifting Our memories to those we follow. The seconds we counted When we started living For today not depending on tomorrow Hollow man, she started shouting... With a silent voice, That broke every ear's boundary. She was quite, but sending out A lot of information ... Information I started treasuring For the young to trace and build A new Generation... I guess managing to see how She gets to be nervous when Saying HI , was miscalculated Because of the raised eyebrows With vibrating eyelids . Heart started pumping blood slower Disturbing BlooD flow, suddenly she called me Noah.... Was it because I was chilled Therefore my shoulders were a Lil' bit Lower ...? Guess one will never understand The tiniest Details going through a woman's mind ... Dispite the Struggle I'm glad I can still call her "Mine"
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May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 8:05 PM UTC
Tiniest Details