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Born Apr 2014
Am I true to myself or do I live for the expectations of others
I got lost in this world and forgot who I am.
But still held captive by my own conscious

A reign of tyranny has began.
I armour myself with their fear.
With love trying to illuminate my heart,

I seek console in ******, that way I maintain my sanity.

With my unending quest to escape the drudgery of my leadership,

My journey as a cynic  has just started.
Born Apr 2014
my life has been scripted in weird  ways

Just woke up in the most magnificent of rooms.

barely feel alive

already reminded of my suffering ,the royal kind.

I didn't ask for any of this.

An  empire,gold,women,slaves—my demise

Life can change in a jiffy!!!


dreamers dream,but I don't

expressing my imaginations in an optical way

Acting out my frustrations

Trying to remove this monster in me


Gold never gave me a smile
wait for part2
Born Apr 2014
A cold drink?

A cold drink so that I can't think anymore.

A cold drink just to forget.

A cold drink with a smile,a dimple some joy in it.

A cold drink!drink!drunk!
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Why!why still cling to this fragile life

My wishes have fade away

My sorrow of pretending!no more

My hate reborn

Deeply rooted,no storm can uproot it.
Sydney Marie Apr 2014
My throat closes and my eyes water.
My legs can't hold my body and my hands tremble.
My mind scatters and the only thing that's clear is how sharp the knife is and how cold it is against my skin.
The darkness overwhelms me as the ruby red line runs down my leg, down my arm, down my stomach.
The silence drowns out the music and puts much more emphasis on how fast and hard my heart pumps blood through my body.
My fingers go numb as the knife falls from my hand and as my limp body falls to the river below.
Carsten Tice Mar 2014
Someone should invent
mechanisms for opening and closing
the best parts of ourselves
so we don't have any destructive contraptions
interfering anymore.

We could also really use
subtle reminders to
make eye contact with ourselves in mirrors
and dance to the sound of our own heartbeats
at times when we can't hear the music.

— The End —