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Satvik gupta Mar 2020
We are humans ! right  ?

A **** sapien to say but extremely  diversified

We are humans ! right ?

pursuing vast knowledge but  still lagging in the fight

We are humans ! right ?

no claws , no horns , no fangs but  still we bite

We are humans ! right ?

possessing more colours than a  rainbow   leaving the chameleons behind

We are humans ! right ?

a good runner in all circumstances , in fact better than animals , (fear)

W are  humans ! right ?

languages to communicate , but never ever  understood one

We are humans ! right ?

Brother in arms with Brothers in arms .

We are humans ! right ?

technically advanced ,  organically receded

We are humans ! right  ?

A **** sapien to say but extremely  diversified
Where should I build my mansion !
Got it! On the graves of trees
Clay Face Mar 2020
If you have nothing new to say.
Nothing true to say.

Shut the **** up.

Stop feeding off of others words.
They got them from someone else’s plate.

We’ve all had a taste of them, they’re on the ******* dollar menu.

I can’t stand hearing cheap ****,
shut up and go take a hit.
Maybe in your daze,
you’ll find something amaze.

Then write about that.
Not something run over on the road.
Love’s practically flat.

I want to see a flash from a barrel,
and hear a bang from a muzzle.
Every ******* time I read a pseudo-love poem.

Put down the pen on love.
I’m ashamed of the poems I’ve writ about it.
Thinking I had knowledge of something so powerful.

If it’s real, you can’t put it into words.
Let it stay that way.
Indescribable.
Don’t let a pen astray,
on something in an ashtray.

This bridge has been burned for too long.
Broken Pieces Mar 2020
Secrets
Secrets
Secrets
Secrets.....
Why do these exist?
They tear me apart bit by bit.
I'm so tired of all these lines,
"You can't know now just wait a bit."
Please either tell me everything or leave.
I'm done with secrets.
Marymay21 Mar 2020
Some people die without wanting to
Thinking they haven't been through much
Haven't done anything they wished to do

Some people live without wanting to
Thinking they have been through too much
Have done things they wish they hadn't
Everything in the world is meant to be. Treasure the life you have!
Broken Pieces Mar 2020
Its funny just when you thought someone cared,
They sure prove you wrong.
They left and you just stared,
I don't want to have to be strong.

Is there anyway I could be changed?
I want to be someone better,
Can't my molecules just be rearranged?
I don't want people to just forget her.

When I finally show you I'm not okay,
You just look at me and laugh.
You get up and decide to walk away.
It feels as if I lost my other half.

I wish I could beg you to stay,
But I know that would just be rude.
So I try to go out and seize the day,
even though I'm not in the mood.
Broken Pieces Mar 2020
Inside my mind is a battle,
I'm not okay,
They didn't stay.
I'm broken,
My words remain unspoken.
I kinda want to die,
But all I do is cry.
The fights grow,
But I don't let it show.
I'm not perfect like I should be,
I'm drowning in a sea.
I no longer want to fight,
I'll just give up the light.
Everything is ending,
But I'll keep pretending.
I'm sure I'll be okay,
Just not today.
We stretch out our hands,
Waiting for salvation.

We watch the dripping sands
Of the hourglass with poignant resignation.

Our society demands
Of us to disregard those in isolation.

But the isolation is the only thing that understands
That this life is really nothing but eternal damnation.
This week has been nothing but stressful, and I'm on the edge of losing my ******* mind.
I've been told to trust time
Like somehow it would save me from the night
When my dreams threaten to eat me alive
Like festering rot
That continued to develop over trusted time

When I was told to trust in time
I took his advice
I truly thought that everything
Would simply be alright
But time started to devour my bones
Leaving me without a soul

I've been trusting time
For a while now
Waiting for it to save me
But maybe time
Is what was wrong with me to begin with

My march towards a place without time
Is growing increasingly fast
As I sit on my bed, I wonder
How long I will last
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