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Jul 14 · 125
• Psychosis •
ThePoet Jul 14
So many voices
but no one is talking

Sounds of footsteps
but no one is walking

Too many noises
but no one can hear

The deafening whispers
telling me to disappear

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Jun 2 · 315
• Comatose •
ThePoet Jun 2
I lie asleep in my own world

I remain unconscious
in the dead roots of my tree,
forgotten by my present essence

I lie dormant in my own world

I remain subconscious
in the lost innocence of me,
corrupted by my current presence

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May 5 · 264
• Repentance •
ThePoet May 5
I spend
my days
in sinful errors
and my nights
in painful regret,
with an in between
of terrors at which
path I will
forget

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May 4 · 147
• Toxic •
ThePoet May 4
Your heart
is the gun

Your love
is the bullet

Your touch
is the trigger

And I continue 
to pull it

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May 3 · 276
• Retribution •
ThePoet May 3
I'm bleached of
colour and I watched it fade

I’m guilty of my
murde*r and I birthed my blade

The retribution
I face has been justly made

But my dues
in life have never been paid

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Apr 27 · 131
• Shattered •
ThePoet Apr 27
She left her dead heart
lying beat and battered

She left her oceans of tears
she cried all splattered

She left her severed pieces
all torn and scattered

Fearing another heartbreak
she left it shattered

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Apr 26 · 274
• Release •
ThePoet Apr 26
They play tricks
to enslave me,
and seize me
by their vanity

I pray that God
will save me,
release me
from humanity

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Apr 25 · 312
• Scars •
ThePoet Apr 25
The way that dusk
is the bed of dawn,
enveloping its light
with a blanket of stars

The way her body
is intimately drawn,
to the shelter of night
caressing her scars

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ThePoet Apr 9
Her body was carved
into hard wooden bones
An easel of flesh in
her light subtle tones
Her face was a portrait
in an essence of white
With virginal eyes of
pure innocent sight

A palette of colors like
the dark hollow shades
A cold stiffened brush
like an acid on blades
The withering petals of
a deflowered disgrace
As black tipped thorns
had pervaded her face

A piece of a gamble
to be auctioned away
A mere illustration
for an open display
The human canvas
left devoid of a word
As artwork is seen but
should never be heard

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Feb 12 · 814
• Intoxicated •
ThePoet Feb 12
4:21am,
and I’m not sure where the hours went
Wondering if it’s worth it all,
all of the wasted time spent?
Struggling to keep myself around
Plummeting deep into the ground
The line I crossed is where I’m bound
A game of lost and never found

4:32am,
and I’m not sure when it started
Wondering if I deserve it all,
whatever left me broken hearted?
A shallow rise for a deeper low
If I swallow lies then I can’t let go
It’s always yes when it should be no
But I reminisce what I used to know

4:43am,
and I’m not sure how it ended
Wondering if I divert it all,
will I come out the other side mended?
I hide in thoughts buried in my head
Live inside the plots I made up instead
I can’t revive when I know I’m dead
And I won’t survive in the life I’ve led

4:54am,
and I’m not sure if I’m myself again
Wondering if I revert it all,
can I go back in time before it all began?
I knew it’s wrong but it felt too right
I grew so strong but I lost the fight
Intertwined with the depths of night
It’s where I find just a glimmer of light

The silence is deafening when it makes a sound

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Sep 2022 · 375
• Truth Tellers •
ThePoet Sep 2022
They oppose the poor
and the truth tellers,
deflecting modesty
among the crowd

They close the door
with the gossiping sellers,
rejecting honesty
strong and proud

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Dec 2020 · 542
• Bodies •
ThePoet Dec 2020
We were gifted sleep so we could only
have visions of madness
And bestowed eyes that would only
cry tears of sadness
We were granted arms so we could only
fend against the violence
And blessed with ears that would only
hear ignores and silence

We were gifted hands so we could only
hold the weight of the earth
And bestowed minds that would only
think less of our worth
We were granted feet so we could only
run away from the dangers
And blessed with hearts that would only
confide in the strangers

We were gifted lives so we could only
plea for our own deaths
And bestowed lungs that would only
breathe meaningless breaths
We were granted mouths so we could only
converse in our screams
And blessed with bodies that would only
be alive in our dreams

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Jul 2020 · 252
• Dark Expressions •
ThePoet Jul 2020
Why do we use dark impressions
to help heal our broken souls?
When we are simply just killing
what has already been destroyed

Why do we use dark expressions
to help patch our wounded holes?
When we are merely just filling
emptiness within an empty void

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Jun 2020 · 258
• Elixir •
ThePoet Jun 2020
We pieced our
hearts together like a
puzzle with no picture

Our love has
been a poison but
we drank it like elixir

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Jun 2020 · 422
• Borderline •
ThePoet Jun 2020
The heart never stops sinking
And it’s felt low and immensely
High and intensely

An emotional seizure

The mind never stops thinking
And it’s thought deep and over caring
Cold and overbearing

Death is our leisure

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Oct 2019 · 871
• Lines •
ThePoet Oct 2019
Sometimes we find
that our inners hide
Unable to break free
from their confines
So we let them grow
and overflow inside
To course through the
veins of all our lines

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May 2018 · 2.7k
• Monster •
ThePoet May 2018
I wasn’t
born a
monster,
I was
raised a
monster.

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Mar 2018 · 2.1k
• Imitation •
ThePoet Mar 2018
I only pretend with pretenders
And contend with contenders
I'm only giving to the givers
And forgiving to forgivers

I'm only strange with strangers
And dangerous with dangers
I'm only hateful to the haters
And traitorous to traitors

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Oct 2017 · 3.9k
• Bearable •
ThePoet Oct 2017
Just because I bear the pain,

it doesn’t mean it’s bearable.

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Jul 2017 · 5.8k
• Amnesia •
ThePoet Jul 2017
I'm scared of the tears

that I don't cry

The days like this

that I don't die

I'm scared of the pain

that slips my mind

It comes back harder

than what I left behind

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May 2017 · 3.5k
• Wanting •
ThePoet May 2017
My desire
of wanting you
was greater
than my
pleasure of
having you

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Mar 2017 · 1.3k
• Resilience •
ThePoet Mar 2017
Bleed and bleed
until there's
no more blood
Weep and weep
until there's
no more tears
Fall and fall
until you
can't stand up
Scream and scream
until there's
no more fears
Feb 2017 · 4.0k
• Whispers •
ThePoet Feb 2017
I have oceans of emotions
but my mind is numb
These shallow lines of confines
my words have become

I've been strong for so long
but it's made me weak
And these screams in my dreams
are the whispers I speak

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Dec 2016 · 9.1k
• Time •
ThePoet Dec 2016
I'm running out of time
and the clock is ticking fast
But I'm trying to erase
all the damage in my past

I'm running out of time
and these minutes never last
But the darkness that I face
is the shadow that I cast

©
Nov 2016 · 3.3k
• Ink •
ThePoet Nov 2016
Bound by

this rule,

in this

chaos I think

My pain is

my fuel,

and my blood

is my ink

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Aug 2016 · 4.9k
• Unconditional •
ThePoet Aug 2016
In the softness
of my heart
In the hardness
of my mind
I'm searching
for my hate of
you, but love
is all I find

©
Jul 2016 · 3.0k
• Words •
ThePoet Jul 2016
The words will come
when you're sound asleep
And you've lost it all
and have nothing to keep

When your mind is shallow
and your pain is deep
And your eyes resemble
the clouds that weep

The words will come...

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May 2016 · 4.5k
• Greed •
ThePoet May 2016
I feel the selfishness beginning to sprout
Growing vast in a world already at stake
I can only see two hands reaching out
The right will give as the left will take

The world thirsts for the rush of greed
If we had it all we would still want more
We claim we care for the ones in need
When all of our riches feed off the poor

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May 2016 · 4.0k
• Contrast •
ThePoet May 2016
The dusk made up of darkness
The dawn contained of light
As you were the break of day
I was the shadow of night

The bad made up of blackness
The good contained of white
As I was everything wrong 
You were everything right

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Apr 2016 · 8.4k
• Bipolar •
ThePoet Apr 2016
Rushing ecstasy
Intensive flow
Rising high
Crashing low
Raging apathy
Falling apart
Chaotic outbreak
Back to the start

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Mar 2016 · 9.1k
• Who Are We To Judge? •
ThePoet Mar 2016
Who are we to say
that a love is not to be?
That a love does not belong
and can never be set free?

Who are we to think
that a kind is not our people?
That a kind is far beneath us
and will never be as equal?

Who are we to feel
that a face can look unusual?
That a face must be a canvas
and be painted to be beautiful?

Who are we to judge?
To say love is prohibited?
To think below of others?  
To feel minds can be limited?

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Mar 2016 · 943
• Love •
ThePoet Mar 2016
What is it like to be touched
by the touch,

of the one
you have dreamed
of and longed for so much?

What is it like to be loved
by the love,

of the one
you have begged
for to the heavens above?

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Mar 2016 · 2.0k
• Inspiration •
ThePoet Mar 2016
Inspiration was never
derived from what I saw
and admired, never
from what I felt
and desired. I found
it in a place where
I was weak and prone,
with broken bones,
unknown to the world
and alone on my own

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Feb 2016 · 3.3k
• Nothingness •
ThePoet Feb 2016
You gave

strength to my

weaknesses

Power to my

helplessness

Purpose to my

lifelessness

Something to my

nothingness

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Dec 2015 · 2.7k
• Human Shield •
ThePoet Dec 2015
I try to protect your
heart from what I never
could endure or take

I try to fix your mess
while I make the
same repeated mistake

I try to fight your war
but can't stand on
my own battlefield

I could never protect
myself and instead
I became a human shield

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Dec 2015 · 4.3k
• Nostalgia •
ThePoet Dec 2015
We reminisce

each passing year

and forget what

is already here

We only live the

moments and await

for another sad

and nostalgic state

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Dec 2015 · 4.7k
• Broken •
ThePoet Dec 2015
I could never be calmed
by one who's in control

I could never be taught
by one who has it all

I could never be filled
by one whose heart is whole

But I could only be healed
by another broken soul

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Nov 2015 · 32.2k
• Depression •
ThePoet Nov 2015
They don't know how it feels

to awake every morning,
and all they can wonder is
why they had even awoken

They don't know how it feels

to pick up all of their pieces,
and put them back together
but still feel like they're broken

They don't know how it feels

to say all that they can say,
and still feel like there's more
but every word has been spoken

They don't know how it feels

to go to sleep every night,
and the only hope they have
is that their eyes will not open

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Nov 2015 · 2.5k
• Confined •
ThePoet Nov 2015
There is a world of blessing  
that is awaiting to surround me,
but piles of dust and ashes
are the only things around me

There is a world of beauty
that is awaiting to find me,
but this prison of darkness 
has locked and confined me

©
Nov 2015 · 1.7k
• Two •
ThePoet Nov 2015
There is no you
and there is no me
There is only us
and there is only we
There is no letting
go of me and you
When life was only
made for just us two

©
Nov 2015 · 7.1k
• Imagination •
ThePoet Nov 2015
There are no limits within a dream
Insanity at its most extreme
Imagination aged the child
It made me strong, it made me wild

I have ocean secrets growing deep
They're mine to ponder, mine to keep
Creativity taught and raised the kid
It gave me hopes in the places I hid

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Nov 2015 · 1.5k
• Autumn •
ThePoet Nov 2015
Like autumn leaves, our love
begins to beautifully grow
into a vibrant, colourful, 
radiant, and vivid glow

And just when love becomes
the most exotic and bright, 
it withers away and dies 
until the next autumn sight
Nov 2015 · 3.0k
• Pretend •
ThePoet Nov 2015
A sadness I had

created for myself

that killed my

heart in the end,

was I never had you

to have lost you

and I can't blame you

for my pretend

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Oct 2015 · 5.2k
• Reverse •
ThePoet Oct 2015
If only I had erased my thoughts 
before I could think,

and suffocated myself 
before I could sink

If only I had undone my knots 
before I was twisted,

and ended my existence 
before I existed

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