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Jay Jimenez Nov 2010
intricate little robots



running around filling the void of existince



selling your souls away



buying into the next big thing



no matter the price



you take over like little ants



slowly marching over the land







The owl is waiting



to swoop and catch you



while you sit around and wait



your like bait



sitting on the hook



for every fish to fall onto



your tangeled



lost







I wish the world was one



where unity strived



but we all have learned just to fall into the trend of society



being just another number in this forsaken wasteland







but the sun bleeds for us every day



purple



yellow



orange and reds



and this is one thing that we can still hold



in your calaysed hands
Copyright JaMRock
Cassien May 2021
Walk away, I will pretend I haven't seen you grow in front of my eyes,
In my dreams you were the shadow on the wooden hill,
I kept missing every chances to be where you were,
You passed by me, but I was the only recognizing.

Your eyes, color of ***** moon, your hair, like ashes after the fire,
Your face appeared before me like white-blue flashes in the pitch-dark night.
So how have you been, my dear friend? Have you discovered a purpose of life?
Or are you still a nihilist who denies the very existince?

Grey is your color, of your morals and beliefs, I knew our party was over,
Our time have never come to light, you are my missed chance,
You were so lovely, so glorious a bet that failed,
But I still wonder why did you leave me behind.

I still wonder if, probably, I am better off without you,
My sealed sins, you are gonna walk away with them in hands,
My fate is to be searching for the one I could never get close to,
You are a cold-hearted creature whose mind wanders in icy lands.
Gr8Ryzyngz Oct 2020
I  cannot keep lying to myself
I have been behaving like a fool
For far too long of a time now
None of this stress serves a purpose
To my health or my life
And since the enemy of my soul
Seeks to have me **** myself
To an eternal hell of many regrets
I have to do better than continue
To allow myself to be a volunteer
Of a bitter existince.
While hating anyone
There is no energy left to
Love myself, because negativity
Is so very draining.  I choose to
Let go of hating you,  while I start
Allowing myself to love who God
Knows I'm created to be...

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