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Reece Nov 2024
I’ve got a few things I want to say,
A few thoughts rattling around in my brain,
And though it may seem impolite,
I’m going to give you a piece of my mind.

I know I haven’t been around a long time,
Just a decade and a half.
However, I’ve still learned a thing or two,
About this world filled with gaffes.

This world’s a scary place,
Full of scary people,
And if you’re not careful,
They’ll eat you alive,
Chew you up, and spit you out,
With no regard for your life or your health.
We’re dancing in a fire,
Of our own making,
As people continue whining and complaining.
We need saving,
Oh, how we need saving.

It’s ironic,
How our greatest foe is ourselves,
So much petty bickering,
Chastises the thinking,
Until we’re at a point where we can’t do anything.

Who can you trust?
Your neighbor could be just,
Or a sociopath,
Hiding behind a mask.
Is everyone a friend?
Or is everyone a foe?
Or is there more nuance?
How are we to know?
Till it’s too late,
And we’re beaten down,
Lost everything,
To a monster.

Highschool’s a mess,
No finesse,
Filled with stress,
And depression.
On a quest,
To reassess,
And to suppress,
All unnecessary emotions.
Don’t want to sound too forlorn,
But is it too much to ask to live in a world,
Where everyday doesn’t feel like a chore,
Just to push through?
So much strife,
All through life.
Is it right,
Or wrong?
When does life,
Become less about surviving,
And more about living,
In this crazy time?

Seven hours,
Seven different subjects,
Piled onto a developing mind.
Some unnecessary,
Others are vital,
Few are a waste of time.
While everyone discovers their niche,
A fight for survival,
Some parts are primal,
Survival of the fittest they say,
It’s a shame that not everyone makes it out,
To fight another day.

To quote one of my favorite songs,
By a man named Alec Benjamin,
Titled “Gotta Be A Reason.”
“There’s gotta be a reason that I’m here on Earth,
Gotta be a reason for the dust and the dirt.
Oh, the changing of the seasons never changed my hurt.
So what’s it worth, what’s it worth?”
I believe that things happen for a reason,
Good or bad,
Then you have to question,
What the reason truly is?

This world’s a crazy place,
Full of crazy people,
And if you’re not careful,
They’ll eat you alive,
Chew you up, and spit you out,
With no regard for your life or your health.
We’re dancing in a fire,
Of our own making,
And no amount of raining,
Can drown out the whining and complaining.
We need saving,
Oh, how we need saving.

So there you go,
I opened up the vault,
And gave you a sample,
Of what’s inside my heart.
Take it as you’d like,
There’s not much more to say,
That’s just how I feel,
This specific day.
I have a feeling of dread,
As this year approaches its end.
2025.
By mid-March, I’ll be able to drive.
God, how time flies…
David Oct 2024
Why do you look sad?
Staring with quiet eyes and
expressionless face.
Robert McQuate Sep 2024
Oh how I wonder,
How Napoleon felt on that ship,
Seeing the coast of his beloved France recede into the distance,
Never to be seen again?

How did it feel,
When the Emperor stared out,
Upon the ocean and horizon
The salted spray that kissed St Helena,
Also kissing his brow?

In those last days,
Did he recall his beloved France?
Did he visit his men and subjects,
Did he see it in his mind?

In those final hours,
Did he hear the people chant,
Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité!
Did he hear his army sing Le Chant du Départ one final time?

Upon the arrival of that grande finale,
The final moment,
The End,
Did he think of François and Léon as much as Josephine?
Did he feel that laurel-wreath upon his head one last time?

Was he scared?
James Sep 2024
Dig
On a night real late
I took a shovel and a *****
And I dug
Dig dig dig
Dug
Dig dig dig

Dug a deep hole
Six by three
Dug it nice and deep
Deep enough for me

And I dug
Dig dig dig
Dug
Dig dig dig

I uncovered bones from times long gone
Memories under the dead oak tree
I found skeletons still dripping with sin
I found myself smiling back at me

As I dug
Dig dig dig
I dug
Dig dig dig

Before I knew it I'd dug my own grave
Before I knew night turned to day
My hands were covered in blood and grit
But still I dug
Dig dig dig
Dug
Dig dig dig
James Sep 2024
There's rain over Vegas
Thunder crashing, lightning flashing
The wind whispering in sin
The people duck, the hookers ****
In Vegas, a storm's blowing in

In the casinos
You can hear the weather, every bettor
Praying to the gods they know
Every deck slice and roll of the dice
Creates another lost soul

On the streets
Fat cold drops soak thieves and cops
Will the rain ever cease?
But it's a desert town with a greedy ground
In a city that swallows everything
A city that never sleeps
Lucas Grant Aug 2024
Midnight conversations just don't seem to be enough
To be talking to someone but not so much so to call it love
Too scared to ask, too nervous to let it go
Not knowing how you feel creates the cracks between my nose
Gone was the sense to sniff out danger
So now I'm surprised when you go
But it's the way you talk so smoothly
Leaving me and my morals in your haze
Its just I don't know if Midnight conversations are enough to make me stay.
anonymous Aug 2024
"i am a forest fire
and i am the fire and i am the forest
and i am the witness watching it
i stand in a valley watching it
and you are not there at all"
- 'a burning hill' - Mitski
guys im not taking credit for this i just rlly like this passage of the song and id reccomend giving it a listen (https://open.spotify.com/track/6gz3orrUlKresI8GShSkdq?si=0e810336eb54426a)
I imagine ghosts exist, if only to float and dance through the mist.
Not remembering who or what they are.
They don't speak, they don't weep
Instead they howl, gut-wrenching
Echoing down emptied halls.

They pass through spiders spinning webs
brushing the dust off statue heads
Forgetting names, or important places
They don't speak, they don't weep
Instead they wander, broken
Peering through ***** windows.

I imagine they prefer to haunt empty homes
Places like them, left alone
Gutted hollow, naked rooms
They don't speak, they don't weep
Instead they haunt, barley noticed
Wailing for their names
Has anyone else been bingeing ghost stories on tiktok? cause...
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