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it whispers small realities
in the quiet pauses for breath
you take every time you lie
it crawls out from the noisy
raspy sound of heartbeats
speeding up to match
the falseness of your words
it's the message read
in between the lines
and all along the margins
that your unblinking eyes
refuse to be able to see
it runs it's dirty claws
along the bottom of your soul
digging up insecurities
and doubt and vulnerability
and it leaves you in a crumbled heat
alone on your bathroom floor
disturbed by the pain of truth
in the quiet pauses for breath
you take every time you lie
it crawls out from the noisy
raspy sound of heartbeats
speeding up to match
the falseness of your words
it's the message read
in between the lines
and all along the margins
that your unblinking eyes
refuse to be able to see
it runs it's dirty claws
along the bottom of your soul
digging up insecurities
and doubt and vulnerability
and it leaves you in a crumbled heat
alone on your bathroom floor
disturbed by the pain of truth
Literature
Recipe for Bad Poetry
How to Write Bad Poetry:
Start with: SCISSORS
Scissors are very good cutting your prose
into pieces (as well as fending off mobs of real poets).
It works better if you start with
Literature
I'm Gone.
Good luck was never a choice,
Especially when you've absolutely nobody that could hear your inner sad voice.
It's just that I'm fed up,
That I can't even find the cup,
To be able to see it half empty or half full,
Or to catch one single dream that I can't pull.
I've been waiting for so, so long,
Till I figured out lately, I already lost my theme song.
Oh, not again. It's weirdly humiliating.
It's so sad, knowing I am no more waiting.
But, luckily, I've been used to dealing with humiliation,
However was or is the situation.
Yes, this is really happening,
It's crazy, but it's also happening.
Actually, I no more belong to you,
Literature
Sacrfices Made for Perfection
Every person who wakes up in the morning, every person who breathes air, every person who laughs and cries, they all strive for the same thing. Some are conscious of this longing, others are not. It doesn't matter which, but deep down every human being strives for perfection.
Wishes float in purples skies of brilliance. These wishes are for abilities far beyond those of anyone living. Athletes want to run like cheetahs and have the strength of bears. Singers cry themselves to sleep at night, yearning for the talent of angels. Mothers want to love and always be loved in return, whilst carpenters want their work to be as intricate as
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This piece is beautiful! The imagery is perfect and you've portrayed your message wonderfully. There's real emotion in this piece. Great work! 