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Lake Mar 2019
everybody wants to feel good
everybody says that they would
but sometimes life just doesn't play nice
and all they do is complain they don't get treated right
what happens when you run out of people to blame
what happens when you run out of hearts in this game
hate to be caught in a hall of mirrors
hate to be caught where your exterior is inferior
when you know your interior is superior
or to be more exact, you think that you're better than this
you think that you're worth it, you think you deserve it
but do you really if you don't work for it
not everyone understands what it is to feel like you can't
to feel like everything in the world is out of your hands
feeling like whatever you do won't amount to anything
when all you have to lose is everything
what's the goal? a wedding ring or a home?
or a six figure job? would that make you feel whole?
guess you'll never know. you'll never realize until you grow old.
David Bojay Mar 2019
my youth
            ending very soon
sinking in my head

  seeing through a tube

(let go)

with nothing to lose
your soul
beaten and bruised
you wander with no clue

I examine all your shades of hue
you
see me as a fool
but darling of HIS, I'm just way too cool
Shea Mar 2019
Yes but you are merely
A glass of water to an ocean
That's already full
And doesn't need your help
And I am the carrier of viruses
And mindfulness
That spread like a rumor
In a schoolgirl clique
These voices growing louder
As I give in to them
And create new characters that
Tell me just to do it
Like CB
They tell me
In my head
Just do it
And I shiver and growl
Cause once you go insane
There is no coming down
I'm about to break and two people are fighting over my body
btp Mar 2019
I hate people that are fake
I stake those people and throw them in a lake
I'll pop their eyeballs with some darts
I smoke another spliff with some lofi and Mozart
I choke once again on your empty-*** platitudes
I see you think you're all high but you're on low altitude
I notice you think you're so great but I hate your attitude
I despise the fact that you'll probably call me crude
I laugh at the idea that you won't make it, dude
Julian Delia Mar 2019
The world’s first, major corporation,
Architects of the enslavement of entire nations.
Shedding blood in the name of God;
Never has there been a greater fraud.

The Catholic church in Malta has held hegemony for more than 2,000 years.
They have nurtured moral subjugation in my country,
Even though the end of their shabby, crumbling reign nears.
Like us, there were many others;
Global sisters, brothers, fathers and mothers,
Ripped apart from each other and forced to suffer.

Who knows how many brilliant minds sizzled at a stake?
Who knows how many resilient cultures fizzled away?
Eradicated, dissolved like a stain –
The house of God, built on a sacrificial altar of pain.

Hidden hands seizing lands,
Forbidden acts, thieving bands,
Bands of God-awful sacks of ****,
The kind with souls so blackened with grit,
They wouldn’t even burn in their own version of Hell,
Mostly because Satan wouldn’t want to deal with that awful smell.

I hope you’re resting well,
Living swell in the Vatican –
We are going to burn it down,
Vengeful like an enslaved African.
I dare you to change my mind about them. Do you need proof?
https://edition.cnn.com/2019/03/12/australia/cardinal-george-pell-sentencing-intl/index.html
ecruz Mar 2019
minimal effort as I watch you leave, my arms cold from the selfish diseases, wrapped tight in comfort you had me under your sleeved, tucked in shadows no one will see..

pressed in books I couldn't be let breath as I crawled from anguish to a sunlight dream, basked in smiles from friends who wanted the best for me which motivated me to scream. old letters to ****** i drew that admire your form burn in fire to release my suffocating love.

yet I broke at every moments end, a image who was sparking as the sun stroked her face so genitally in pictures i adored, deleted forever they kept me in my wishful dream.

I loved for thousands suns, for the winter springs and august screams til the endless nights which kept me up as our bodies held together in naked sheets which you used to drain seed, with curling of feet within moaning kisses in between ******* energies we beat for our souls danced and heart beats in sync as i release..

you were the one, the pressing mornings and numbing nights. the lift of love, and lacking dream.
note: ive been reading books :////
bathed myself in bleach
and scrubbed my skin with rubbing alcohol
when i light myself on fire
i feel somewhat better
and i have swept the kitchen floor a lot
almost obsessively
but when i walk around i still feel dirt on the bottom of my feet
i am surprised i still have the ability to feel anything
i tried drinking gasoline and licking flames

i am a freak
a coward
so things didn't work out
still,
i am used to disappointment
and,
i am used to hating myself
I'm a monster, I'm a Pig, I'm Dirt, I'm nothing. How can I make anyone happy
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