#worndown
Like a crack in a mirror causes seven years bad luck,
The final pebble just shattered her soul
So here she vowed to become what she feared–
Once passive now losing control.
Call her a ***** and that's what you'll get,
Don't even start shedding tears now
You watched her go quiet and I think that you liked it–
Now you can reap what you sow.
You sharpened her edges but still gripped her throat,
You look surprised that you bled
A monstress arisen from the girl on the floor,
Who once thought the escape plan was death.
Anger rose higher while pity sank deeper,
Vengeance slowly seeped into her mind
She spent her life grieving what others were thinking,
For once she didn't care to be unkind.
They'll paint her venomous, wicked, and wild–
Forgetting who taught her to bite
This water was always treacherous,
She simply learned how to survive.
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 10:08 AM UTC
The American dream
The long march
Men Sitting in office parks
waiting
listening to the droning sound of a fan
Doing whatever work
Plops in there lap
With no question
As to why
Men driving nails
into concrete
Into wood
in the distance they can hear
the feint sound of an impact drill
they question themself silently
2 no, maybe 3 floors up?
Backhoes of dirt
Back and forth
Being ran by a detached man longing
For his son
and wife
The starving beggar
Passed by everyone on the street
Yet persists hoping to get enough
For his next meal
or his next drink
and im supposed to see this and join in?
and im expected to do this till i die? ha
If this is the american dream
Let me wake up
Mar 26, 2022
Mar 26, 2022 at 10:43 PM UTC
I didn't ask to be pulled into this world
Ripped out of the quiet and comfort of the womb
To be branded and twisted into what they want
Another mindless worker, another dollar
They want you to think life is about work
It's not, life is about LIVING
The sadness I see in a crowd is unbearable
Everyone longs to free themselves
Of these heavy shackles of society
So tell me, fellow beings
How do we break free?
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 11:26 AM UTC
One so positively caring and kind
Another so dark and irritable at mind
But why am I so angry towards every being
When the other part of me pushes to be please
I dedicated my time and studies to helping others
End ties with all around me including my dear lover
Found a thick rope abandoned in a box inside my shed
All the unhappiness started rushing into my head
That's all I remembered before I awoke in my bed
I wish I could care again, but I only see red.
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC