My ears are jaded from the words you put on the street,
And your petulance is exhausting to the candid you mistreat.
My feet hurt from egg shells and your mouth litters hypocracy,
And you deprive yourself of righteous validity by taking pride in fallacious exalting.
You drain life from good people and are a thief of their vitality,
And you pursue an egocentric facade and wed a victim's mentality.
I don't seek a good name, nor do I value a worldly reputation,
But you deceive your circles with yellow journalism and I averse exploitative falsism.
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I never knew someone could lie quite like this
Fake the warmth, the passion, the smile, the words
Words you have now rendered meaningless for all those to whom you opened that big phony mouth.
Winter
"Love is the chief means of escape from the loneliness which afflicts most men and women throughout the greater part of their lives."
— Bertrand Russell
To escape: the void within devours the soul,
In pleasures, in wealth, in love cold and constrained.
For love, fleeting warmth, cannot make one whole,
It stirs frozen blood, but leaves hearts chained.
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Till today I don’t understand Love, I really don’t get it.
Like how does it work?
You meet someone and you just... ”Fall In Love” ?
Sounds like make believe
Oh the Relieve,
To fall and not care,
Moving, not knowing what’s there.
These days people give so little and get so much,
Well I’ve never felt such,
And I hope I’ll never.
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I don't have time to wait for the ether to solidify....
So please leave the buzz for the bees and the fluff for dandelions.
I want action, I want reality.
Not pretty sounds suspended momentarily in between us.
There's no meaning in the road pavement leading to the same handbasket they say some go away forever in.
......
Winter
"Love is the chief means of escape from the loneliness which afflicts most men and women throughout the greater part of their lives."
— Bertrand Russell
To escape: the void within devours the soul,
In pleasures, in wealth, in love cold and constrained.
For love, fleeting warmth, cannot make one whole,
It stirs frozen blood, but leaves hearts chained.
......
They tell me I can be whatever I choose
That a man can become a woman,
That flesh can defy the hands of its Maker,
That truth is no longer truth but mere opinion.
Lies! Deception! Blasphemy!
Has the creation risen above the Creator?
Shall the clay rebuke the Potter,
Claiming He has made a mistake?
Oh, foolish generation, drowning in pride,
You shake your fists at heaven,
......
My ears are jaded from the words you put on the street,
And your petulance is exhausting to the candid you mistreat.
My feet hurt from egg shells and your mouth litters hypocracy,
And you deprive yourself of righteous validity by taking pride in fallacious exalting.
You drain life from good people and are a thief of their vitality,
And you pursue an egocentric facade and wed a victim's mentality.
I don't seek a good name, nor do I value a worldly reputation,
But you deceive your circles with yellow journalism and I averse exploitative falsism.
......
Temper is temperance, and your tantrum is distasteful.
You are wasteful with words, and your tongue is disgraceful.
Your antagonizing diction may indoctrinate neutral dispositions,
But you're stripped of sacred freedom while you veto His convictions.
My temple is flooding with thoughts— brooding and erosive,
Yet withheld by the virtue of my wisdom and endeavored devotion.
......
Something must be wrong with me
To make me care about a man
Who can't take the time to reply to me
Or simply give a damn
I can only make assumptions
At this point I'm less upset
That he only wanted to fuck me
But too bad for him, I'm not done yet
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