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Sophia 6h
I ooze despair
I leak despiration
it pools at my feet
warns others of the misery
till me soal does leave
my lifeless shell
my sagging skin

I watch you
you leave slowly
inching away
does guilt wrap you?
tether you still
close to me
the pool does drift you anyway
and away you go.
Osaro is in iron prison,
Drowning in deep river of pain,
Seeking for an escape route,
None found.
Can't speak.
But painfully cries at heart,
Thinking of the glue joining him to hot ***.
His sugar cause him this bitter moment.
His joy makes him cry all day.
He gives her milk.
She demands for honey,
Directly from bee,
Good for her system.
He gives her honey.
She demands for sugar,
Sweeter than honey.
Sugary river expands love,
So her love will flow like sweet river.
He gives her sugar.
"No," she says,
She wants the provisions of fruits, juice and food,
So she can be a leaf.
He makes these ready.
She then demands for mansion,
Containing meal and fun.
That will suffice her.
He bond himself (in debt),
And hands her the key
To her mansion,
Beautiful like the garden of Eden.
She says, "No! Why will I be among the least?
I want an estate,
Not small,
But vaster than an empire."
He bonds himself,
Sells his siblings,
Robs,
And sells all his acquaintances.
And buys an estate for her.
Still yet, she envies,
Jealous all day.
Listens to air.
Sees the world (on Instagram).
Though among the top,
She wants to be the very top.
She then demands for the whole world.
Perplexed and Overwhelmed.
Frustrated and swimming in a pool of thought.
Osaro doesn't know what to do.
He is now a bondman.
He gained nothing in all,
And he had lost all.
All works on woman.
No reward, no profit.
His loss is her gain.
In frustration, he brings out a knife,
And hands it to his delight:
"Since I can't satisfy you,
I present my head
As a living sacrifice.
Take it,
And have the whole world."
A powerful narrative poem exploring the destructive cycle of endless desire and self-sacrifice in relationships.

"MR. OSARO" tells the tragic story of a man trapped in an ever-escalating cycle of giving, where no gesture of love is ever enough. Through vivid metaphors and progressive imagery, the poem chronicles Osaro's journey from simple acts of care—offering milk, honey, and sugar—to increasingly desperate sacrifices that consume his entire existence.

The poem serves as a cautionary tale about toxic relationship dynamics, examining themes of:
- Insatiable desire and the impossibility of fulfilling endless demands
- Self-destruction through excessive giving and people-pleasing
- Modern materialism and social media-driven comparisons
- The cost of unconditional sacrifice without reciprocation
- Identity loss in the pursuit of another's happiness

Written in free verse with a haunting progression, the poem builds tension through its escalating demands—from simple provisions to mansions, estates, and ultimately "the whole world." The biblical undertones and sacrificial imagery create a powerful commentary on love, loss, and the human condition.

This piece will resonate with readers who have experienced or witnessed relationships where giving becomes a prison, and love transforms into a burden that ultimately destroys rather than nurtures.

Genre: Contemporary Poetry, Social Commentary, Relationship Drama  
Themes: Love, Sacrifice, Materialism, Identity, Self-Destruction  
Tone: Melancholic, Cautionary, Tragic
Tell me your biggest fears.
I can’t fix them anyway.
Sleep with the lights on,
break the mirror.

Don’t be afraid.
Scars — they don’t fade,
but somehow,
you always look the same.

Tell me to leave,
then pull me back in.

I won’t look back.
Don’t ask me again.
I don’t fetch.
I won’t chase.
Tell me to clean up —
don’t ask me to change.

Haunted by ghosts —
maybe they’ll leave.
The demons ring,
answer the door.
Still cutting up
the line that we walk.

And when you break,
down on the ground,
I’ll stay barefoot
on the cold, messy ground.
Waiting for you.
I’ll pick up the rest.

Leave it right there.
Don’t beg for it back.
Looking for cover
under this glass.

Don’t say it’s alright

when you smile like that.

yeah, I break

just seeing your face.
B
I never wanted to give up on you,
And it was not my plan to be the one who leaves, too.
Months passed, the only dream I hold onto:
That we both chose to change for each other as our invisible string was not meant to snap in two.

To be very well aware of the signs, from the first second,
Convinced myself you were the one, or that was what my thirst reckoned.
My soul still craves for watching eyes made by weeping cherry blossom.
I want us to sit in that park bench we kissed instead of exploding the nuclear weapon.

Yearning for being able to kiss camellia flowers of you made by twain leaves
You said it would be hard for you to leave,
Well, cutting the wire to leave you was also not with ease.
I wonder if you still keep that little keychain bear and my grey beanie,
As I am still dreaming of you, oh why to be two abandonees?
Artis 3d
The same eyes that cry for you,

They lie to you. 💔
Jean 3d
As much as I tried to erase you from my world
Faint marks of you still remain
Maybe it was someone eating your favorite meal
Or someone wearing your backpack
Maybe it was the ticks I developed
From watching you remain broken
Sometimes I am reminded of the season that was us,
And wish it had passed sooner

Maybe it was the words I used to say to you
Or the floor upon which our bodies aligned
The glint of you lip piercing,
The coldness of metal upon my tongue,
Remains as I gaze down
At the sight of the crime

Because it was a crime
What you did to me
Addiction was inevitable
You kissed me in doses,
Satiated me,
Gave me just enough for the moment
Yet not enough to last

I pray that the next time I
Listen to a song
Eat a meal
Or entangle my body with someone else
That you never appear in my mind

Cause if I see you again,
In mind, spirit, or body,
I will be reminded of the remainder of your wreckage
I may have removed the bullets,
But the shrapnel still remains
Limes Carma Apr 29
When you’ve done enough
The sorrow will fade in the lack of clear thoughts and the beats of a broken heart will eventually stop
© Copyright 2025 - Limes Carma
Andrew 5d
Always dream that I’m yours
And I’ll dream
your mine
Great lyrics
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