CorneredWhen blood is shed so needlesslyCornered2 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
over who we choose to follow.
Where will the anger end-
in who's tears, will we wallow?
Who are you to tell us off?
Who are you, to put us in the wrong?
What do you hope to achieve-
by becoming who you've hated for so long?
Like snarling wolves you corner us-
you pick us off one by one.
Until we meet a bitter end-
but this horrors just begun.
Seek us out and spew your hate-
demand we end our lives.
Become the man you despise so-
become your own demise.
Prove only that you cannot think-
prove only that you seek to hate.
Bask in all the rumors now-
take all the given bait.
For now, I'll wait. For now, I'll hope
the blood you've shed was minor.
Should proof of death lead back to you-
in the dark I hope I'll find her.
I've lost my hope in man today-
I've lost my faith in light.
I pray to all, you understand-
the things I say tonight.
There is no hope to turn back now.
The damage has long been done.
No matter how this case may end-
the pain has ju
my waysI'm too fucking wastedmy ways7 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Caught in this haze
But it's still far better
Than earlier days
At least I'm not violent
At least I'm myself
At least I'm surviving
All of this hell
A changing of worlds
Out of these problems
I can't seem to solve
Than what came before
Bit by bit I give in
To a life such a chore
But still I maintain
A sense of myself
What resembles my hell
A deeper layer
But I know I can win
Though I'm not a player
I want to love
I want to live
But wonder how much
I can possibly give
I know I can do this
It's ever so hard
Yet though I've been shattered
I pick up the shards
TegmarkJe suis une équation dans ce morceau de vide,Tegmark7 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Un nœud dans l'univers et parfois moins que rien,
Où chaque jour je vois filer le quotidien
Sur le papier terni de mon éphéméride.
Je rame l'air béat dans mon milieu sordide
Plutôt indifférent au mouvement brownien
Sous la coupe d'un Dieu, froid Mathématicien,
Qui a théorisé notre monde insipide.
Si, perdus quelque part, il y a d'autres Moi,
Où sied le multivers qui m'affecte un emploi ?
Qui me dispense enfin de fouiller les poubelles...
Où est donc cachée mon histoire d'amour ?
Cette corde à mon cou que j'attends sans détour
Qui, plus que l'infini, fait nos vies éternelles !
This Is How You Break My HeartI want to tell you a secret and trust me it's a big one.This Is How You Break My Heart7 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The way you can break my heart; so don't do it for fun.
You can be very thoughtful; it doesn't hurt to be kind.
Text me at every hour; say only I am on your mind.
Next make me laugh; I'm a sucker for someone funny.
Say I'm all you want, you don't care for jobs or money.
Make me feel pretty; say you love my smile, and eyes.
Look deep into my soul and promise never tell me lies.
Now I tell you the info, the news that I hold so dear.
This is how you break my heart; written here so clear.
Begin by not returning my calls; my smiles or my looks.
Tell me what I thought we had is only found in books.
Say that you no longer have time for me.
You have more important people and places to see.
When you look at me; it's only just a glance.
Not the intense, loving gaze that held me in a trance.
You still want to be friends and nothing more.
Ask me my opinion of the girl who walked in the door.
This is how you break my heart; shatter it to piec
Chemical ImbalanceI'm not sure I know what to say,Chemical Imbalance7 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And I can't find the words to take it away.
I'm lost within my every thought,
Impulses, and chemicals, all shot.
Trying to find a remedy: a cure,
To return to a mindset that once was pure.
I'm lost within the misery,
Bereft of pleasant memory,
Enslaved to my own anxiety,
All that's left: insanity.
SinnnerWhat a terrible man I am!Sinnner2 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Going about life as if I just ran.
Showing everybody the embarrassment that is me.
Growing my eyes larger so I can finally see.
How can I cure my mental disease?
It’s like asking the seas, “ Please stop and freeze.”
Or maybe asking the winds to stop blowing
Yet the wind has no way of knowing.
Knowing any of my pleas
When down on bloody knees.
The dirt digs into them.
I am infected and never able to mend.
My extended selves worship me.
Irony! And all I want to do is to flee.
Sand tears my eyes and the swell.
It may be better to go through hell.
A mass diaspora of my thoughts!
FansMy legs scream at meFans4 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I hear them but I won't give in
i keep running till they make me stop or I'm coughing for air
my arms go limp as I shoot a basket
as I jam my fingers and wince in pain
but I keep going
knowing that if I sop they won't get better
i won't get better
you watch me, and all the other athletes going through this
you don't care as you eat popcorn and drink your pop
you just want to watch us
it gives you adrenaline to watch us race up and down the court
your a fan, you cheer for us but you don't care