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"bordem" poems
Where did we go Wrong, Perhaps we weren't meant to BE, Illusion of our Minds, made to be Taught, for  what it Means, we both don't Know, in Time, we thought it was Best, Best for what, to be Married or to be Part, a Part from each other, not knowing where we will BE, the Facts are there, there is no Truth or Honesty, we both thought, it was good, but at the End, a Story became Real, Real to each other, but then, things Happen, we Forgotten who we are, Times that went ON, no one new, it would Happen, Life was Real, knowing each other for so Long, Going to School, Dating High School, Dancing in the Wind, Party all Night Long, but Look at now, we thought it was Good, we thought Marriage was the Answer, to be Together, but it became Real, we didn't know, what we wanted in Life, Mistake came, Hurt Feels came, Dishonesty and Trust is Lost, what went Wrong, we both don't Know, the Answers were there, we just Lost each other in Time, Bordem was there, Life of Love, where did it go, Thank God, Children weren't involve, but it all Happen so Fast, we both went to Fast, Love was in the Air, but not in Marriage, our Distance went further, we both went Further, we forgotten each other, Love was there, but in Marriage, we weren't Ready to be, Thank God, Children weren't involved, Perhaps this was meant to be, we still can be Friends, but then again, we both don't know, would we Find each other, Once again, begin a new Chapter in Life, Let the Love begin again, Perhaps we would know then, not now, Long Love Lasted for a while, but in Life, Marriage wasn't the Answer, to us Both, Lets Part away, Until then, lets not say Good-Bye forever, it's just Fear, to what went Wrong, but in Life, it was Real, when we were both Young and Wild, Love was there, Marriage wasn't, we both weren't Ready, to be, Man or Wife, Life was Good, but now, Lets Fade away, In the Mist of Dust, the Light of the Dark, lets not make anymore Mistakes, will see each other in another Time, who knows when, if it would Happen, but now, Distance between us, is knowing, we were Wild and Free, but Love was there, but not in Marriage.
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Apr 10, 2012
Apr 10, 2012 at 4:35 PM UTC
Where Did We Go Wrong
Where did we go Wrong, Perhaps we weren't meant to BE, Illusion of our Minds, made to be Taught, for  what it Means, we both don't Know, in Time, we thought it was Best, Best for what, to be Married or to be Part, a Part from each other, not knowing where we will BE, the Facts are there, there is no Truth or Honesty, we both thought, it was good, but at the End, a Story became Real, Real to each other, but then, things Happen, we Forgotten who we are, Times that went ON, no one new, it would Happen, Life was Real, knowing each other for so Long, Going to School, Dating High School, Dancing in the Wind, Party all Night Long, but Look at now, we thought it was Good, we thought Marriage was the Answer, to be Together, but it became Real, we didn't know, what we wanted in Life, Mistake came, Hurt Feels came, Dishonesty and Trust is Lost, what went Wrong, we both don't Know, the Answers were there, we just Lost each other in Time, Bordem was there, Life of Love, where did it go, Thank God, Children weren't involve, but it all Happen so Fast, we both went to Fast, Love was in the Air, but not in Marriage, our Distance went further, we both went Further, we forgotten each other, Love was there, but in Marriage, we weren't Ready to be, Thank God, Children weren't involved, Perhaps this was meant to be, we still can be Friends, but then again, we both don't know, would we Find each other, Once again, begin a new Chapter in Life, Let the Love begin again, Perhaps we would know then, not now, Long Love Lasted for a while, but in Life, Marriage wasn't the Answer, to us Both, Lets Part away, Until then, lets not say Good-Bye forever, it's just Fear, to what went Wrong, but in Life, it was Real, when we were both Young and Wild, Love was there, Marriage wasn't, we both weren't Ready, to be, Man or Wife, Life was Good, but now, Lets Fade away, In the Mist of Dust, the Light of the Dark, lets not make anymore Mistakes, will see each other in another Time, who knows when, if it would Happen, but now, Distance between us, is knowing, we were Wild and Free, but Love was there, but not in Marriage.
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I can't even focus My thoughts are so cluttered Merged with my emotions Makes me irrational Paranoia chokes me Apathy chains me down Memory’s dark I can't see You lying little ***** It's all in my head Do as the voices say It's All in my head Hallucinations and accusations All in my head Not sure what to believe My anger, my love and lust Triggered by loneliness On my own and lost Maybe over-thinking Nervous twitches won't leave ***** headaches,depression Nothing's wrong with me A soap opera in my mind Alone with my thoughts This happens a lot Don’t know what to do But I'm blaming it on you It's all in my head My doubt and disbelief It's all in my head My hands shake as my mentality breaks All in my head Not sure what I see Exile lead to anger Anger went to sadness Sadness turned to bordem Bordem morphed to WAKE UP It's all in my head That means I'm in control It's all in my head Clean this mess, burn my empty stress All in my head I will succeed
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 8:44 PM UTC
All In My Head
if time went into storage wouldn’t that be great all those moments that went adrift just waiting to be claimed like a ‘lost and found’ for time sounds quite bizarre it must be at its brim by now bending out the walls i must admit most of that time is all because of me those 10 minutes that I fell asleep just because of bordem queues I had endured loitering through the streets tangled between the sheets lying down watching the fan making patterns on my hand doodling the armegoden simple things, useless things   but most in vain the time I spent waiting for true love pursuing those who’d disregard someone like me someone not worth their time i suppose I wish there was a way to get back all that time all that time I could’ve used to waste another way.
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Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 12:37 AM UTC
.lost & found time
I can feel you from here. I can sense sadness, anger, lust, and fear. Sensing the atmosphere. Do we all share one consciousness? Like the internet exchanging information? Where has all the magic gone? These modern times are killing us all. Or is it just me?
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 3:18 AM UTC
Psychic bordem
Cursing the crap cluttered coats hanging in their rigor-mortis regiments only to fall to the floor again and again. I cannot speak to insufferable sirens but suffer alone instead Crying into the soft white bread and texting tormentedly Lost is everything insignificant that I desperately require Gone is the fear of Sugared words: 'you're fired' Leaving for more clustered, flustering days that fade to an unreachable haze I sit inside time, it taunts my heart flashing past in joy and in bordem refusing to part Decisions must be decided and lessons must be learnt as I shall push myself, but this should hurt more, More shoved into my core which trembles flabbily inches from the floor. Do not question me Do not inquire Just provide me with the life i desire. Forgive my childishness and ranting scrawl. But i'm tired, and I only see days before a fall
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Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 2:50 PM UTC
Clearance
Just the same old feeling of bordem of nothing Everything drained by life by you pushed out over and over until there's nothing left except old feelings I still have for you
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May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 5:51 AM UTC
Old Feelings
Is my cause to live the cause for eternal death? Is my cause for death my cause for eternal life? As I have mentioned in my other writings, nothing ever dies. The physical form diminishes into thin air and rots, and the soul, the spirit, the ghost, takes on a new form. This bordem got me feelin' weak. Hearing other peoples thoughts, conversations, am I being tested to immoral justice? Am I being tested to focus on the subconscious, even though it hurts more than the conscious. It hurts, to have a gift of such empathy and unconditional love. I feel 100 knives stab me all at once. It twists through the knots of my intestines It rips my skin off and allows my blood to pour It pulls my heart out and has me aching in misery BETRAYAL It's something I've experienced but still experiencing. It HURTS. So bad, my mind has me in sorrowful loneliness. "Cannot trust anybody" She says a million times, and that voice, that voice is right. They smile to your face but whisper unwanted words to your back. The wonder of who's real has me whimpering in weakness. I have become weak and it is my thoughts to blame. I fear them... Nobody to trust but my unwanted pain.
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Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 7:27 AM UTC
Betrayal
My Madeline, my dear. Forever was made inn the image of us. I love you. Your everything. Sinners and saints. Bad and good. Were leaning more towards the worst side of things. But it suits us. We are each other. Your me and im you. No plain days. No bordem. Nothings ever dull. But the truth is i hate you. I hate you so much for being so much better then me. At everything. I love it though. I love the fact i know i'll never live up to ever be as good as you. I might be telling lies. But i do love you. Darling i love you.
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Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 11:22 PM UTC
My Madeline.
I spend far too many nights sleeping with empty bottles That once held the liquor I drown my sorrows in I sleep far too little The baggage under my eyes is so apparent That a permanent shadow resides beneath my hollow eyes I spend too much time loving all the wrong people And loving nobody at all I stay out till 5am with people I don't care much for Just because I know they can offer me everything I want; Drugs and alcohol. I wake up with cuts and bruises, And sometimes with no recollection of my past night I slit my flesh open out of bordem And I kiss my whiskey bottle more than any boy or girl I have ever dated I am in love with freeing myself from my mind With the high liquor and drugs offer But when I am awake and sober I always realize that I'm never really "free" 'Life'... it's a trap And no amount of ***** and drugs will set you free Well, that is as long as breath is still willing itself In and out of your pathetic body
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Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 4:09 AM UTC
Life
The thrill, the ride, the joy of the scare The flash, the tide The heat of being there The love in which you never did fall The smiles, the laughs, The act too fool us all The silence, the awkward between the two The wave, the goodbye As bordem does as its supposed to The anger the clash, the need to always fight The hate, the fear The straying from the light The names, the fingers pointed across the hall The blood, the stain As you watch the world fall down
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 9:41 PM UTC
Act 1 curtains drawn
i wake up every morning longing for more sleep i look at the clock im already behind schedule i leave my my room to see my family my biggest bullies i go through the motions of getting ready for the day i look in the mirror and im unsatisfied with what i see but i feel hopeless about being able to change it i go through my day experiencing small bits of joy but mainly bordem, lonlieness, and unluckieness i get home on whatever time depending on the day and i go to my room then i see and hear you through my laptop and tablet and i realize its not so bad thankyou for being my source of joy i love you liam james payne
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Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
Untitled
By Arcassin Burnham Glad to be saying I don't like it here, problems come and problems go, just to grow up in a town where they hang you and they laugh at you and leave to wither. Pushing daisies over here , bordem strikes me everyday, I want excitement in a life worth living to potray and away in a haze. Nothing left for me here, I need to get away from here, because lies won't stop and the people want vengeance in world where they just take and take. My skin is always a problem, Thats why I always stay at home, I feel disgusted at a country that is built using slaves and its own propaganda. Sick and tired of fake people, And women that just want your money, cause they will use and abuse and accuse you of anything they want it to be. And I think love is joke, I tell them what they wanna hear, because I've been hurt so many times to the point where love is a unimaginable fear. Theres no doubt in my mind, That being a loner suits me, it was all about me and no one else in the world full of Cruelty, Thats why I Got a Hole in my heart.
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Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 12:07 AM UTC
Hole
The thing I've learned about demons inside that you can't seem to ward off, is that you shouldn't waste any more time trying to fight them or banish them. They are quite stubborn and ruthless. Instead, you should be aware that they exist, and learn to accept them as a part of you. Give them a small corner in your mind to live in, know where they sit, but ignore them. Let them sit alone in their dark room. Eventually, they go pretty silent out of bordem. Other times, they break through... & when they start to come out, just yell: "Go back to your room!" This usually works for me. :) Other times, I just exercise or write. ---------------------------------------------- DISCLAIMER: this does not mean ignore all your negative thoughts and bottle them up. Self-growth is one of the most powerful and enjoyable things in life; it's also very stressful. But sometimes there are things about ourselves we just have to accept. I have to accept that I have an addictive personality and that I sometimes make too many assumptions with my wild imagination. Whenever I get the urge to overuse, I say no, or I go hoop. Whenever I create scenarios in my head, I say nope, it's not true until I see it.
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Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 2:19 PM UTC
Demons
A LITTLE BORDEM CAN BE A DANGEROUS THING
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May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 9:56 PM UTC
DANGEROUS
In a haze... Saddened, bored, in isolation. Dealing with all the pain, loss and hurt in the silence. Dealing with Bordem and hidden feelings coming to the surface of me. 20 breakdowns, and still managing to smile. Tired, brain dead My persona may show differently , but I'm private and hiding in my curtains When will I see the light of day? Intense, emotional, transparent An Awakening through the darkness. Forced to deal with the feelings I kept myself detached from for so long 🙃 Sleeping all day all night 🌙
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Nov 17, 2024
Nov 17, 2024 at 4:33 AM UTC
Awakening
Where is the divide between what we owe people and what we owe ourselves? My conscience say no, my beliefs say yes, my mouth says no, you say yes. My body is undecided. I listen to the people in my mind and they tell me everything I already know... Because despite years of living with myself I still am unsure and hesitant. Don't misunderstand me; the affection I hold for you is far too great for me to contain, but it is also not enough to make this easy for me. The women inside me are bickering and loving and protective and supportive. But I don't know how to encompass them all. They are erratic and silent and when they look through my eyes, all that people see is the confusion and the fear Sometimes they mistake it for bordem and I don't know why. How can anyone be bored with all these footsteps walking through my memories? Through my thoughts, through my fears; the emotions sticking like sap to their barefoot soles. I am no more than these whispers and screams inside my mind, but these girls and women are strong and vulnerable and ready to give themselves up while holding their own forms with white knuckles and bleeding crescent moons dug into purple veined skin. The cages that we build for ourselves are made of fear. The cage I have constructed for myself grows smaller and larger with every shuddering breath I take, it's form is about as consistent as my wavering beliefs and foregoing decisions. My shaking hands trace unfamiliar planes and I don't want to close my eyes just yet. The room is dark There is no ticking clock; the silence breathes life into those whispers on the other side of my ear drums, they bang tunes upon the stretched skin and howl at the moon like men not yet born anew. The cage collapses inwards as the darkness under my eyes drags towards my feet, the tiredness leaking into my bones through my porous skin.
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Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 2:44 PM UTC
Ambivalence
Where is the divide between what we owe people and what we owe ourselves? My conscience say no, my beliefs say yes, my mouth says no, you say yes. My body is undecided. I listen to the people in my mind and they tell me everything I already know... Because despite years of living with myself I still am unsure and hesitant. Don't misunderstand me; the affection I hold for you is far too great for me to contain, but it is also not enough to make this easy for me. The women inside me are bickering and loving and protective and supportive. But I don't know how to encompass them all. They are erratic and silent and when they look through my eyes, all that people see is the confusion and the fear Sometimes they mistake it for bordem and I don't know why. How can anyone be bored with all these footsteps walking through my memories? Through my thoughts, through my fears; the emotions sticking like sap to their barefoot soles. I am no more than these whispers and screams inside my mind, but these girls and women are strong and vulnerable and ready to give themselves up while holding their own forms with white knuckles and bleeding crescent moons dug into purple veined skin. The cages that we build for ourselves are made of fear. The cage I have constructed for myself grows smaller and larger with every shuddering breath I take, it's form is about as consistent as my wavering beliefs and foregoing decisions. My shaking hands trace unfamiliar planes and I don't want to close my eyes just yet. The room is dark There is no ticking clock; the silence breathes life into those whispers on the other side of my ear drums, they bang tunes upon the stretched skin and howl at the moon like men not yet born anew. The cage collapses inwards as the darkness under my eyes drags towards my feet, the tiredness leaking into my bones through my porous skin.
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Freedom is illusion, We have become dissolution-ed to that notion. The definition of freedom, you may think me a madman, Let me alleviate bordem, With this wisdom. A sip of water, before we begin. "The power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants" Is this really the case? Can we use words as we please? Has it been structured to be used only as they feel? There is being  insensitive, then there is being just mean. What if we rough around the edges? don't say what I mean? We guided by signals, life is controlled by media, worlds thoughts through a little big screen. Their twisted agendas silently pushed through, a constant reel. By showing lying images that makes your heart feel. Bombarded constantly with same concept Until your thoughts are numb, and it can no longer heal. You cant  think anymore, truths getting blurred. The facts was airtight. You thought you 100 percent sure As they whisper all around you That lines starts slowly to blur Your resolve has dissolved With the truth getting blurred. Your stance on this subject has been slowly reversed, without leaving your home, your soul have been cursed. Now we in confinement There's nowhere to escape So it's going to get worse. Am I just clutching at straws? Have we built up a tolerance Have we become uncursed They have been telling so many lies, what they now say, do we switfly disperse Don't pretend you do not know where I'm coming from This must hit a nerve, it's the truth within a plea This message diverse.
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May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 11:10 AM UTC
Illusion
Freedom is illusion, We have become dissolution-ed to that notion. The definition of freedom, you may think me a madman, Let me alleviate bordem, With this wisdom. A sip of water, before we begin. "The power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants" Is this really the case? Can we use words as we please? Has it been structured to be used only as they feel? There is being  insensitive, then there is being just mean. What if we rough around the edges? don't say what I mean? We guided by signals, life is controlled by media, worlds thoughts through a little big screen. Their twisted agendas silently pushed through, a constant reel. By showing lying images that makes your heart feel. Bombarded constantly with same concept Until your thoughts are numb, and it can no longer heal. You cant  think anymore, truths getting blurred. The facts was airtight. You thought you 100 percent sure As they whisper all around you That lines starts slowly to blur Your resolve has dissolved With the truth getting blurred. Your stance on this subject has been slowly reversed, without leaving your home, your soul have been cursed. Now we in confinement There's nowhere to escape So it's going to get worse. Am I just clutching at straws? Have we built up a tolerance Have we become uncursed They have been telling so many lies, what they now say, do we switfly disperse Don't pretend you do not know where I'm coming from This must hit a nerve, it's the truth within a plea This message diverse.
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Empty wine bottles Boardgames Makeup stained sheets Give it a few weeks Our periods sync our hair clogs together in the shower drain We lose track of who's is whos And share laughter clothes and virtue DIY haircuts Phobias Leftovers Milk carton sniffing Living with women We scrape around Recycling Tuesdays Two pound for the bus to town But I like to walk around rents gone up So has life Overpriced Cod and chips Read my lips Pre-drinks so we can afford to go out on the **** Self diagnosis No sleep Sore feet Feed the cat Call me back Borrowed socks All I've got Something always missing Living with women Gratitude expired **** Deliveroo No looroll mid poo Overjoyed Underpaid Petty fights Pilau rice Love of my life what's should we watch tonight? Deadlines Parking fines 2 sugars please Mind at ease But eek those shoes don't go with these Panic attack Midnight snack Summers gone just like that Stick and pokes Just for jokes Long weekends Best friends Manic episode Girl code Sound proof Shortbread Bed head Bad breath Razor blades Lucazade Feng shui Hungover for days Like we're running out of ways keeping entertained for free Bordem beginning Monotonous misery Fomo Comrodory Unnecessary jealously But you bring out the best in me Sloppy secrets Morning mindgames patrol Toilet bowl throw up goal Empowered After hours Talking till it's all said twice 247 advice Ready salted luck you've been given The days you thank **** To know these women
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Feb 22, 2024
Feb 22, 2024 at 2:41 PM UTC
Living with women