Mission 93

I am writing this just to keep sane
Stop switching lanes and deal with the pain
I'm going to stay same and never give in to shame
I don't see this as a game, what I'm saying is real
That's why you feel every line that I spill
Every emotion comes from the notion
That we are the panacea for the poison
Explosion of our hearts started with the sparks
That ignited our greed amidst the dark
So now we find ourselves led by the misled
Bred like a hoard of cattle waiting to be shred
We focus on materials and ignore the cries
'Cause it's easier to watch from an iPad, as a baby dies
We work, struggle, and beg for a promotion
Instead of pouring our hearts into a positive devotion
Every person fueled by their own ambition
And integrity is at loss on our way to this mission

Coping 23

I write words on this paper with hopes to make 'em sell
But what good does that do if I'm still going to hell
Come home high but ma can't tell
I am slowly falling into a bottomless well
Going down down and down
And never coming up
Maybe I should just say "fuck my life"
I'm too fed up
Tired of being shitted on
And never the "shitee"
Maybe that's why I smoke 'till I'm gone
And even if it's wrong, I'm still going strong
But I'm mentally weak
Got a lonely tear running down this cheek
Got no friends, no weed
I won't make it through the week
Life would be easier if I was a natural loner
Instead of trying to be a social stoner
And these are my real problems no one cares to know
cause ya'll are busy beating me down, 'till I'm down so low
Below the ground so far my head won't even show

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Blame 26

Blame it all on me
If your blind, I'm the reason you can't see
If you got a STD, I'm the reason it hurts to pee
If you're losing, I'm the reason you're not in the lead
Blame it all on me

I'm the fault you lost your job
I'm the fault you got robbed
I'm the fault your job is to mop
Getting paid minimum wage
Still by yourself, at your age
I guess I'm the source of all your rage
Blame it all on me

'Cause I'll just sit here and take it
I don't give a fuck, no need to fake it
And if I'm the reason you didn't make it
Blame it all on me

Even if I'm half way cross the world
It's still my fault
That you're broken and missing a bolt
Or that you're lovely relationship came to a holt
Blame it all on me

But while I'm steady being the blame
I stare at your life, head down in shame
'Cause while you're blaming me for losing the game
I take responsibility for what I do
If I fuck up, I'll be the last one to blame you

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Another Untitled User Submission by D.M.C.B

Exhausted, I lie in bed at the end of the day

knowing that I have achieved nothing

but miss you more than I did yesterday.

Is it lonely there in my dreams?

I should only hope

that the memories in my mind

are enough to keep you company –

heaven knows they aren’t for me.

By d.m.c.b
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Gods and Creatures

Sometimes insecurity and doubt course through my veins like a paralysis leaving me unable to move like a vacuum they consume my insides until I am nothing but an abandoned whole truth or a beautiful shadow of Icarus who flew too close to the sun and melted his wings.Read more »

Starlet

The starlet sits
At the edge of her bed
Thinking back to simpler
And much less wealthy,
Corrupt times.Read more »

Taking Back the Night

We soldiered on,in cropped tops and torn jeans,
wielding soggy cigarettes
and shooting thin wisps of smoke in the dark.
Exposed are the small of our backs,
the length of our arms,
the sides of our breasts
to the passionate lover that is the night.
The rain is kissing and biting,fast and hard
while the cold leave sweet painful lashes
on our bare pale skin.
They do not bother us anymore,
we are used to the endless list of lovers
who has made their mark on our skin
but are gone before they could even fade.
There is nothing to do except bow our heads
and shake them off hoping that our mascara won’t smear.

By crazycutlady

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Untitled 93

I give a f**k about your decision
Indecision narrowing my vision
Fusion tearing apart my mission
Soul lost and never knew the reason
Treason comes with sadness,
changes sooner that seasons
Meanings are forgotten and beaten 'till we aren't breathing
Leaning on the stronger one but he's depending on the weaker
Had a beaker full of hopes, now it's so much bleaker
Feeling sicker than a killer and Jack the Ripper
Narrow minded 'cause my whole life I've been sleeping deeper
Weeping from a life that has no meaning
Fiending for a breath of cancer and the skill to come out winning.

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Special Needs School Bus Driver Poem

I see your pain through your sadden eyes
Your disability I reconize

You cannot speak but i know what you say
Because I am with you everyday
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September 24th 1945

The most beautiful sea:
                   hasn't been crossed yet.
The most beautiful child:
                   hasn't grown up yet.
Our most beautiful days:
                   we haven't seen yet.
And the most beautiful words I wanted to tell you
                   I haven't said yet...

by Nâzım Hikmet Ran

This Life That I Live

Why can't I do what I want to?
I've tried but I doubt I'll make it through
I want to exterminate myself 'till I'm cold and blue
Give me a rope and I'll make it true
Ending this understated life
To depart to my personal high-rise
That's waiting for me like a couple of spies.

No more having to deal with being alone
Or always annoying people and being wrong
Being dead is my destiny and I knew it all along
Only time I feel real is when I'm writing this poem
I'm tired of trying to be your illusion of satisfaction
I just want to kill myself to avoid further interaction
With people like you, who make death my fatal attraction
I'm on the "highway to hell" and my tires lost traction
I can't stop writing this because this pen is my heart
It's been fueling my rage from the very first start
But this is my way to try to not fall apart
And it's helping me, at least for the most part.

This poem is so real to me, it's my personal masterpiece
Dedicated to all the people who want to rest in peace
Because we are tired of people saying we are dried up grease
That's why I'm going to be in bliss when I cease to exist
Don't want to take part in your daily routine
I don't want to so rich I drive in a limousine
Don't want to so poor I eat nothing but saltines
Want to be in a world where there's no money and all hands are clean
Where time is an illusion that's known to everyone as obscene
Where every single day could be Halloween.

I guess that's just my own personal Shangri-La
Like waking up early and going fishing with my grand-pa
Or swinging on a swing he made with only wood and a handsaw
I feel trapped in these memories but they are so raw
And I can't escape them because that's the only time I felt loved
I actually had a family that I was a part of
But my mom decided for us to give up love for success
And now she wonders why I'm always depressed
Maybe it's because when we moved, my heart got compressed
Ever thought I needed my family instead of being alone in the U.S?
But it is too late, the damage is done
And now I won't be satisfied until I'm gone
I would stab myself in the heart but I have none
And now these sleeping pills are making me yawn
I hope that I don't make it until dawn.



I wrote this poem about 3 years ago when I was still attending high-school. I hope you liked this poem. More to come soon. Thank you for reading

Infernus Part I

There was a land of gray and a sea of red

Painted by the blood that we have shed

If you got called, it is your turn to die

You don’t think but just comply

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A Poem by Mikel Jabbary Mayers

Your Seed
Like a seed blowing across the wind
In many directions it may go;
Give it time, give it time
Let it sprout, let it sprout;

Step back, keep watch
Let it amaze you;
But don't go too far
Because it needs you;

Give it solid ground to stand upon
Water it with tears of happiness
Shine upon it with rays of love.

-Mikel Jabbary Mayers

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