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Tess Oct 26
The city looks so pretty
Do you want to burn it down?
Imagine all the colours we could paint this petty town
Tess Aug 2
I know that feelings end and feelings change

But how could you love me yesterday and not today

How could you make me happy then make me hurt
Give me roses then give me dirt
Call me pretty then not reply
Make me smile then make me cry
Tess Jul 23
There is a pain so intense no one can bare it
not the strongest or the bravest
this is the pain of being in love

the perfect agony
the painful ecstasy

it is not the affliction of love
love does not burn so much
the love for friend of family
does not reduce people to their knees

this is the agony of ‘in love’
the first glimpse
the first touch
before you see they are also human...
Tess Jul 20
You
I feel like I’m in a dark room
Without light or a sense of direction
I used to be scared by the infinite gloom
But now I know you’re somewhere in it
Tess May 24
how deep are the oceans
how vast is the sky
in these endless escapes
is there somewhere to hide

somewhere to go and never be found
somewhere to scream yet not make a sound...
Tess May 15
We, humans, are senseless and unthinking
We set off nuclear bombs for amusement
So fond of debauchery and drinking
We **** each other for entertainment

We attempt to build buildings to the sky
Brick over brick, we don’t stop to ask why
Slowly we replace the trees with carbon
We are caught up in the devil’s bargain

Timidly we roll our dice, fingers crossed;
Although the odds are not in our favour
We claim to be bright, but our minds are lost
We sit and wait, hoping for a saviour

We have strapped ourselves to an iron rod
Pretending, playing at being a god
Tess May 15
Mankind think of themselves like deity,
Yet they are unable to touch the stars;
They foul the world, searching for aureity
And when earth dies they search for life on Mars

We ignore the collateral damage;
We ignore the all-consuming wildfires
That burn the world, leaving it in famine;
Man acts high and mighty on their pyres

We train our children to stand in straight rows,
Murdering all their creativity;
We tell them life’s purpose is buying clothes
Cynically we prompt naivety

Here, above, with no more conspiracies,
These are the faults of the perfect species.
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