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Temitope Popoola Oct 2013
It's been a long time I've felt this way, hopeless.
I feel like my life's a total mess. And there's this desire to cry out my pains and rejection,
Something's wrong somewhere but I can't place it

I feel funny and don't know why!
It couldn't be that this would be the last poem I'll write? I'm not suicidal and there's a thought somewhere that I'm not gonna last.
Maybe being successful is just a facade after all

There's something I crave for, something beautiful and I don't have it.

Moments like this make me realize how empty I am
There's not a single soul I could call that'll make me feel better,
Have I finally hidden myself and this seclusion is destroying me?

I'm afraid of being intimate with anyone because I feel they'll always leave,
Am I being crazy? I mean who decides his or her own fate?

I don't even have the right to. But there's this emptiness that is quietly crushing me and being subjective to loneliness.
I wanna cry, I wanna let the tears flow
Maybe it'll make me feel better you know?

And if you call it moodswing nothing has triggered this mood
My mouth is so bitter I can't take in any food.
I don't want to be this bitter person, I don't want to be empty within.
...
..
.
what mood swung
on bended knee
what has I
to offer
thee

my mind
from this shell
pretenders gone
to
mock me

watch thier
limp babies frail
my motion
gets
sick
here
am
I
made made

my spirit cried out to you
here
am
I

found bleeding
that my heart be capitalized
that they try to find meaning
beyond you
what form
have they
speak
to me
in
this silence

shred from me
all that they have known
blend my mind with
thier trees
here
am
I
used

from what scorn have I been pulled
teach me hear under your crown
let me bleed here with you
my arms have never spread that far
tears have never burned my cheeks
nor have they stained
my shame

here
am
I
found

in this shell
oceans over oceans
stars
in
be
tween

why is it
all they ever do
is
try
to read
me

understand what
moodswing
?












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..
.
two words
of
one
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AJ Farruco  Dec 2018
Simon.
AJ Farruco Dec 2018
Stomping on eggshells/ Cracked hardware, & crushed soul/ Laughing manically at all the misery you cause/ Sadclown with a crown made of black mirror/ Married to an angry headless chicken/ Trapped in a ****** birdcage with herds of woolly mammoth/ Stomping on eggshells; crackbabies crushed heavenly/ What the hell?!! Still... could be worse/ My nose could be gushing blood!! And then everybody laughs/ Haha, mouthful of cartilage... ****; facebite strictly psychological/ Moodswing kaleidoscope: Ice King with burning eyes/ Hammerhead battleram cracking skulls/ And yolk spills everywhere - I'm ******* sorry/ Don't wanna have jazzhands, but... we gotta let this die/ Euthanasia; old dog, new rabies/ Life is a chewtoy full of rat poison & used razors/ Biting criticism in the twofaces/ Shattered psyche in the mouth of madness/ Tastes like porcelain.../ Dollhouse on fire; bleeding gums & split forehead/ You amplify my cray-cray, boiling crackpot/ Deactivate my ultraviolent tenancies/ Rotten eggmen getting stomped out in the multifacet./
29/11/2018.

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