#modernday
The store hums with the same song
it’s played for years.
Walls coated in white,
pretending to be clean,
pretending to be new.
Food priced higher than it should be,
kids brushing past,
leaving more than fingerprints behind,
Chipping off the paint as they go.
Food rotting,
Most of it going to waste
Everything made to trick
Not to provide.
A place that asks you to act normal—
even though “normal”
changes every aisle.
Clothes already torn
the first day out,
perfume bottles never used,
but treated like a necessity.
Workers trained
to wear a smile,
paid in patience,
handed dirt at the end of the month—
and expected to return
with the same expression,
the same understanding eyes.
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 12:58 AM UTC
She expresses your inner thoughts
Subconsciously bringing them to the surface.
Makes you think and question our very existence.
But bring peace of mind.
She’s more beautiful than the first flower of spring.
More disturbing than hell itself.
She has connected us through history without using
a single word.
I give it my all , my whole body and soul.
My opinion and your opinion
Isn’t wrong nor right.
A mystery that has always there from caveman era
To the modern day.
Why would I want anything else when it is everything.
She is all I am, all I want.
A voice so powerful it tortures evil.
And calms the people.
She is art itself.
Sep 17, 2023
Sep 17, 2023 at 10:21 PM UTC
He told her in a whisper that he Doesn't need her mind,
Her mind had all the impenetrable corners,
She knew.
He knew.
The twilight of her
Unconscious, confused him.
He got lost in the distorted vision
She held in her mind,
Maybe that's why she thought
The colour blue had a syrupy
Flavour, and nights tasted like
Wine, did you know you could
Write poems about x-rays?
And pour coffee on ice trays?
The gaping abyss of endless
Possibilities was unduly terrifying,
You have to understand.
He chose to walk on the frozen Lake, tiptoeing, alert... as if he
Held a grenade;
Without having to delve deep
And shudder into the bottomless
Coldness,
Getting messed!
She felt her reality was a
Manuscript; trial and error being a
Constant process.
She grew into her story, without
Living in one.
Secretly longing for the love that
Sat in a bracket.
She was like a guitar solo,
Awakening,
Maddening.
And he was just in search of
Something silent and bitter;
Trying to find clarity in the
Semblance of things,
Because he had nothing better!
She cooked some spaghetti for
His brains, which he ate and
Belched, as he was wired with her Electric curls;
They waltzed into the most
Commonplace of beliefs,
As if there was no end to this world!
As the dream broke and they
Fell off the margins of the book,
She found herself underneath
The ice sheath of her frozen mind;
He was still on his toes...
She could only see the fleeting
Glimpses of movement while
Passion seeped from her poresW
Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 5:39 AM UTC
Energy drink has everything I need
Sugar, Taurine, & vitamine B
I'd drink one whenever I felt sad
And after that I'd feel happy instead
I know that whenever I open a can
There's a high chance I shorten my life span
But I only deal with the monster so I can prosper
Because only the devil's juice makes me stronger
People might say 666
***** you're an addict
But this artificial rotten power source
Is the only thing that brings me back at full force
Without it I will do nothing but sleep
Because I just can't beat this endless fatigue
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 10:51 PM UTC
I wish my heart didn’t get juiced from the sight of you
It’s been too long since I have really seen you for that thought to be true
It’s a memory, fair enough
Memories can’t be trusted anymore than Donald Trump
Though we never discussed him
I know you’re disgusted
The same way I was when I realized that you loved him
Not Trump
but someone I despise just as much
Well that’s the past
What’s passed is past but what hurts so bad is the fact that it’s happened **** near
every
day
since
Still I see your still photo and
every
muscle
gets
tense
You’re a reflection on a mirror that contained all of my dreams
I would have let you be queen
You would probably be as happy as could be
You probably are happy as can be
But even if you aren’t there’s no way for any of us to see
That side of the camera phone
That shows you’re all alone
Or how it took you seven tries to get an angle you can show
To all of your friends
Let’s not pretend that we will ever be friendly
I thought you were my best but a test proved you we’re no friend to me
Now I don’t believe in love
And I never believed in destiny
But if I ever fall in love then let destiny take the best of me
As for the rest of me
I know he dies when I meet her
I’m still the same old piece of ****
You left behind an evil creature
That’s how I know I never had
an angel at home
So I let you go
A little dirt on your feet is okay if you know
that your life will go on
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 11:44 PM UTC
songs for the plastic,
not so fantastic.
kardashian culture,
girl is like a vulture.
that beige colour food,
difficult to swallow and chew.
songs for the blind,
men obsessed with a woman's behind.
immune to love songs like an antibitoic,
now
can someone please change the topic.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 6:35 PM UTC
I have been a traveler of many trades and stripes
I have been a traveler who walks a journey only I know of
**With my shoes worn ,torn and rejected
I kept traveling**
I have been a traveler of many tongues and recipes
I have been a traveler who understands the luxuries of life
With my shoes flawless ,polished and accepted I travel well
I have been the traveler who sees and experienced all of this
I have been the traveler who felt ,pelt and lied
**I am the traveler that knew
Torn shoes needed new soles and
Polished shoes made the hands of others *****
I am the traveler who stood idle and had nothing to do with actual travel!
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
Nowadays the love songs don’t focus on love
Only thing the songs are expressing is ***
And taking the girl back to your house above
All else and then have her leave if the next
Logical point in the song
Everyone jams out to these signing along
Saying these are the next big thing to hit
The radio making the guy be the strong,
Macho type and the damsel throwing a fit
Because of his attitude and complaining
About how love should be and not this
“Why can’t you be like an old song?” feigning
Anger to play hard to get on him but it’s just a diss
She’s laying on him
This is the usual nowadays except for the rare
Few who were raised on the classics actually
Falling in love with her instead of a hit and
Quick and a see ya around but is factually
Never happening again, looking for the band
That sung that sweet melody that touched the
Soul
Now this isn’t me saying I’m a classic Romeo
No not at all babe, I’m just trying to say
I’m looking to make her fall in love
And find a happy ever after in this
World that killed the love songs
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 9:58 AM UTC