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Amber Oct 2015
A  true realization
maybe an imagination
ore a speculation?
Perhaps even just an experince
but the samples are as thick as your tissue
the  memories  flowly as the tears
we  all  let  escape from our body
from time to time
Fake  friends  the hollow
people that  desire you
but at the same time envy and despise you
Making it look like you´re paranoid
when you  like a crow  spread your wings
around them
Reminding them at any moment
you to  can cut  them as deep
as they  wish to  bleed you out
Lily Karter Mar 2013
It's the feeling that
you aren't just sad about one thing.
You are sad about everything.
Little things.
Big things.
Everything makes you upset.
You end up crying,
And don't really know why.

You can't go to school.
You can't pursue a job.
Not because you are lazy.
Not because you're worthless
Simply the fact that
You can't handle the stress,
Or you're scared of failing.
It makes you scared to do anything,
Really.

You just stay cooped up in your room.
You sleep.
You eat,
on a good day.
You take your meds.
And you just sit.

You lose your social life.
You lose your love.
You lose your passions.
You start to believe dreams are completely
unattainable.
You eventually lose your feelings.

It just makes you feel like
You're going insane.
It's literally the most painful thing in the world to experince.

You want to think better.
Act better.
Be better.

The horrible part is,
You know how to fix it all.
But no one seems to be able to help.

It's really simple things
That would make you happy.
It really is.
But it's like those things are miles away.

Then the vicious cycle begins again.
Akira Chinen Jun 2016
Love and *** and lust, sometimes acting together, sometimes acting apart and seperate.  Entities of themselves.  When all working together though, let us pause and remember the beautiful people and moments when we have been so lucky, it is a wonder and magic we can find no where else in the time we spend breathing and walking through our lives.  It is a pure delight and beauty all hearts and souls and bodies deserve to experince... it is not by any means an easy moment to find yourself in, it is not something everyone will be lucky enough to experince.  For those who have experinced it, stop and remember it.  Let it crawl under the surface of your skin and consume you in this moment.  Get hard or wer or both if capable.  And those who haven't... imagine it, fantasize about it, let it crawl into your bones and blood and let nature take its course and your body feel its power.

And now things become ugly... ugly and uncomfortable and unpleasant.
For this moment is far too often taken away by force and far too often the victims are blamed and the criminals set free with little or no punishment.  Read on if you are willing, but know it is unpleasant and remember for those who have gone through it, far, far worse than we can conceive.

Now come down but remember the bliss of that moment.  
And if you can, many won't be able to, some will have unfortunately already experienced this horrible thing I am about to ask of you...
Imagine a monster, a beast, another living creature, a person... another thing in human disguise... Imagine them taking by force your ability to ever experience it.  To take away one of the purest moments and gifts we should all have the right to.  The moment when love and *** and lust all breath in harmony and unison.  A moment that no devil or god ever dreamed up would dare take away from us.  A moment when love is at its peak of truth and beauty and ectasy.  

There are however, monsters walking amongst us in plain sight and view, who have taken this away from our daughters, sisters, mothers, aunts, wives, friends and even at times, our sons and brothers.
Some dress as the criminals they are, others as promising students from families of wealth, or politicians or preachers or officers of peace and law or the friendly neighbor next door.  There is no way to tell from looking at them, there is no warning sign.  We only find out after it is to late to stop them.  After they have penetrated our childrens vulnerability and forever robbed them of being able to share in that moment and that gift we all have the right to give and share.  It is an act that is outrageous and criminal  and vile and under every instance that it happens should always be punished to the full extreme and ability of justice.  
Unfortunately it is not always so, money and family heritage and name have the disgusting ability to influnce our so called legal system.  Some going to the severe extent of claiming their monstrous spawn were the real victims.  That the momentary lapse of good moral judgment was forced on them by "her" short skirt or flirtatious eyes or drunk behavior.  That "she" was nothing more than a "*****" that was asking for it... begging for it.  And now because of "her" their poor son may never become the billionaire they had always hoped for.  That now he may have to suffer the poor life only millions can provide.  These families of wealth and name and privilege are the villans that live under the guise of good moral and strong faith.  When they make such excuses for their sons, they should be stripped of everything they hold dear, their privilege, their money, their name.
Monsters living in plain sight should not be allowed any excuses for an inexcusable act in any circumstance.  
The term "**** culture" shows us nothing other than how disgusting  we have let our world become.   That as a whole, we worry more about the ink on the dollar bill than we do about the blood coursing through our sisters hearts.  
Somewhere, at both the time I'm writing this and the time you are reading this, someone is either being ***** or someone is being excused for ****** someone.  And once again I must ask, Isn't enough, enough?  When will we stand and unite against greed and give ourselves back to the gift of love?  Let it be soon... let it be today
gautam sagar Mar 2014
What is  the use of living measure by measure...
That should be some difference between life and dry goods store...
Life is like a flowing stream,
why breathe as if we're frozen in an icecream..,,
life is not lived stuck in narrow alleys..,
we need to spread our wings in open fields..,
why can't just a smile be d answer to life.??
Why can't love be the ultimate goals.??
Experince each day like its a precious gift..
What is the use of living measure by measure...
That should be some differnce between life and a dry goods store......
Liz Alvarez Caba Mar 2019
Reality is a blur, a foggy consistant blur.
Everyday is the same melancholic routine.
10 on the dot.
One sunnyside up egg with a toasted sourdough slice.
Citrus tea with honey and an amusing podcast to prepare.
Slap on foundation and eyeliner, to look somewhat "happy" for a straining workday to come.
Thank god for the coming 4 hours there, my mind is of spotless.  
Not a thought of you comes inching in my deserted cold mind in those 4 hours.
As soon as I punch out and put away the fake smiles of the workday, you pop right up.
This in general is not bad in a way that I loathe you, the memory of you,
But bad in a way that I miss you.
Enormously.
The old routine was much more methodically medicore but it was pure *******, beyond happiness.
Up at 9, waffles with milk, with tv in the background.  
As I can not fathom the desire to be at work already.
Walking in, I longed to see your deep icy blues that just melted me instantly as soon as I saw them,
Into a puddle, there I go.  
Their target are aimed towards my ungraceful demeanor, it still shocks me through out my whole body.  
Tingling, Inviting and Warm.
Feelings I felt everytime you nearby, I instantly knew it was you.
Present day.
As I drive towards what seems to be another morrow towards the vapid and grave, I look for you.
I felt those blues that day of a party.
I felt them as I walked away from a group conversation.
I felt them as I mourned the loss of someone.
I felt those blues that first night.
The night we met.
Vanilla ice cream, in the cold air and a life changing experince we both intuned.
Instinctively, I trust its profoundly there to you too.
Even now and till your departing day.
I felt those blue eyes.
As much sorrow and grief it brings me always, and probably will be till my final and sweet death,
I dream back to the days I would walk in, and melt in my puddle, as I felt and longed for those icy blues.
I cant tell if your haunting me. Why cant this go away? Its been a couple of years since. And yet, there you are, always.
Experience is an unlimited teacher a teacher with no limits is brutal because the lessens are a river of emotions that spin your heart in every direction a world without experience is a never ending circle of nothing we all have to face experience if we don't we will all be the same experince builds us up to who we are today.
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they say “griefing is part of life that heals you”
but if its apart of yourself that you want to ****?
because you are filled with so much guilt.
but you want to rebuild, yet feel so unfulfilled
wanting  the experince for the thrill
while being still and stagnant
forming detachments
Chloe London Dec 2012
My feelings for you started when i first saw you. From day one I wanted you to be mine. Whenever I'm with you, my heart wont stop beating so fast. You are my FIRST love.

Because of the way you make me feel. Because no one has ever been so special to me before. Because you'll truely never understand the way I feel about you. Because just seeing you, makes me the happiest girl alive. Because you got that girl you've been trying to get. Because there are so many signs that show us that were made for eachother. Because i can't get over the fact that you're mine. Because I gave up alot to be with you and it was worth it. Because of your smile, personality, laugh, your eyes, your nose — you're literally the definition of the perfect person. You make me laugh all the time when i just want to cry. You make me feel like i'm on top of the world

I love how you're here for me, but most importantly I love the fact that you made me fall deeply in love with you at such a young age, were not meant to know what love is or experince it yet but i have with you. You make me feel like noone even can. I love you baby

Thank you for giving me the most precious opportunity.
A write up of emotions :)
jeffrey conyers Jul 2012
The world is a tough place to manuever.
But it's worth it.
The knowledge and experince you gain proves it.

When you personally feel you can't go on.
Realize you serve no one by ending it quick.

Sure.
It's not easy.
If your inner strength is weak.
But prove to those you feel don't understand you.
That you understand you.

When anything concerning life is done quick.
You leave many wondering and pondering.
It's not easy.

You are love.
Truly love.
Even by those you never knew.

Accept, you thought the world is against you.
eve espinoza Oct 2012
Want, is not strong enough
Lust, is not strong enough
Hate, is not strong enough
Frustration, is not strong enough
Perhaps nothing will console the coals in my soul,
Help me experince the things that will make me whole.
Kaze Poitier Jun 2018
Final Letter
When you look at me what do you see
Are my eyes like the surface to something as deep as the open sea
Am I a head full of dreams unable to face reality
A writer who turns his demons into a plot
Am I a crazy person crying for help
A suicidal individual trying to find to death?

Am I an empty hollow with nothing left, a shell of my former self
Or was I always empty and kept the façade so we could remain friends
You say I'm going through the motions I wish that’s how you can describe my emotions
Slow death and I still can’t get grasp for why awoken,
Waste of space I tell you lies just to save face
But under surface I am in an abyss
I use to wish my existence wouldn’t be missed
I could disappear
Without care
With no one I love having to shed a tear
Or wish I was still there
Ending it feels like my only escape

Or thats how I use to think before I became selfless
Spread the dream
To taste love and pain
To live long enough to eventually experince it again
To Become Significant Once Again
William Solomon Jan 2019
Rainclouds,
They always seem to block the way.
The rain was cold,
My mind hurt and ached.
Life was in turmoil,
And I hated myself more everyday.

Then I let go to experince a new day.
I began to sing, play, forget,
And try to live for my own sake.
It all felt hopeless,
I ran as far as I could,
But never got away.

I thought of a beach,
A mistake that made me pay.
It hurt more and more,
As the clouds turned into a hurricane.
Everything began to break,
My will to live away.

Then one day,
A ray of sunshine,
Broke through my pain.
No longer the same pattern,
Damaged my brain.

I began to live life in a new way.
I wanted to live.
I wanted to make all the rain clouds go away.
This is just a random poem, this site limits the lines so it always seems to mess up my stanzas and actually takes away from the poem, but oh well it's there.
Maximilian Oct 2018
It is not crash, it's simple motive
Tobacco burns and seen an hour
River waters and the syllable hurts
Space measure inside itself
Leashes of knowledge of love and recreation
Turn a soul of thought of last to the corn now
So experince of memory, ideas, consciousness are attached
Finding as a greater than just a power to the interior
Illustration of scene, end of the issue
Here is a term, but a verge it is easy, it is existence(Dasein).
I have looked up my eyes to branches of oak and in process of learning book
Choosing the way for everybody and nobody
Thus bearing of absence
I learned of grass, opening a copybook.
Overview shooting of completeness of world
The son and the father - the way to Tarkovsky
Opening I have absorbed system halls
I waited so much and decided, that i will create from myself in out of
What was apropriated to God as a purpose.
It is important to say - the new subject
This is the world in which i could believe myself(Inside world).

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