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ThePoet Jan 2015
You'll never remember
the bad when
you're in the
good

But you'll always
remember the good
when you're in
the bad

Pain is the
greatest necessity
of pleasure

©
ThePoet Jan 2015
They say those with knowledge are
those with power,
yet most with power have no
knowledge.

©
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

©
ThePoet Jul 2024
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

©
ThePoet Oct 2015
The innocence in your
nature robbed you 
of all that you ever had

Your pure intentions 
always left you lost
and misunderstood

You used to be a good 
person afraid of all
that was deemed bad

But now you’re a bad
person afraid of all
that was deemed good

©
ThePoet Mar 2015
Remember that the person you're putting up with is putting up with
more.

©
ThePoet Apr 2024
They play tricks
to enslave me,
and seize me
by their vanity

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

©
ThePoet May 2024
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

©
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
ThePoet Jul 2015
Her bed was
fashioned
into a grave

Her blanket
was fabricated
out of dirt

And now her
sleep is calm
as a wave

She rests in a
place where she’ll
never be hurt

©
ThePoet May 2024
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

©
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

©
ThePoet Apr 2024
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

©
ThePoet Apr 2024
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

©
ThePoet Sep 2014
I'd rather be a poor shepherd

than a rich sheep.

©
ThePoet Jun 2015
I'm silent,

because I have the world to say.

©
ThePoet Dec 2014
The system is to blame the next,

society blames society.

©
ThePoet Sep 2015
I had more love for the
reflection of your shadow,
than you had ever had
for the entirety of my soul

©
ThePoet Oct 2015
Trust is heavy
in weight and it
is too great a mass,
it is the foundation
of love and yet
as fragile as glass

Trust is easy
at loss but so hard
to be regained,
because once it is
broken it will
forever be stained

©
ThePoet Sep 2015
I looked at 
you close, 
to find you a 
stranger now
I looked at 
you closer, 
to find you 
always were 
somehow

©
ThePoet Apr 2024
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

©
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

©
ThePoet May 2024
Your heart
is the gun

Your love
is the bullet

Your touch
is the trigger

And I continue 
to pull it

©
ThePoet Oct 2015
I would dry your eyes if it
meant drowning in your tears

I would calm your demons if it
meant falling with your fears

I would fight your struggles if it
meant suffering your strife

I would trade your death if it
meant giving you my life

©
ThePoet Jan 2015
Breaking trust is
like breaking glass,
it could never be
put back the same.

©
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

©
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

©
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

©
ThePoet Apr 2015
I told you I would
leave, but I never
said goodbye

I told you it
would end, but I
never said it'd die

I deleted you out
of my life, but I
never had you blocked

I closed the door
to you, but I
never had it locked

©
ThePoet May 2017
My desire
of wanting you
was greater
than my
pleasure of
having you

©
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

©
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?

©
ThePoet Aug 2015
It is not the
existence of God
in which I find
myself a doubt,
but the existence
of my own in
which I find
myself without

©
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...

©
ThePoet Sep 2015
I live in my own world
Inside of this cruel world
Awaiting the next world

©
ThePoet Oct 2015
Let me take your heart
to where it should lie,
in a place that consists
of only you and I

Let me take your heart 
to where it should be,
in a world that exists
for only you and me

©

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