Flawsome_poetry, [7/30/2020 9:11 PM]
Blissful eid Al-Adaha to all our muslim siblings and sisters?? ...
Flawsome_poetry, [7/31/2020 6:12 AM]
Loopholes?
Like runnin in escape clauses
Walkin through z same entryway
I wind up in this circle
For not an obvious explanation
Like never changin seasons
I think of myself as stuck
Examining on wt I need
Find myself packin nd unpackin
Bringing my contemplations loadin n dumping
Until I decided
To abandon that circle
To stir things up around town ahead
To satisfy z decisions I made
@anonymousme
@flawsome_poetry
Flawsome_poetry, [7/31/2020 10:14 PM]
Solo creatures?
There are broken pieces
that don't fit in all spots
pieces not fixable
patches not sewable
Those well-suited to remain all alone
Intended to ride wide oceans alone???
Who don't re-think isolation
Society calls them "wild monsters"
the benevolent recognized by grit
keepin interactive abilities in any event
all around intended to exclusively abide
a craftsmanship just few appear to be 2 master?
however named by mass as "forlorn"
for mass this sounds a catastrophe
Abilities to remain cutoff
Earphones on ?
world turned off?
scarcely adhering to the group
are solo animals with tranquility
isolation is their stone
their foundation to uprightness
There are broken pieces
That Don't fit in all spots
@anonymousme
@flawsome_poetry
Flawsome_poetry, [8/1/2020 3:24 PM]
I grin
I grin when I'm even miserable
cause no one considerations of the aggravation I had
so in the event that the veil am putting is a grin or tear
truly why does it matter on the off chance that I am solitary here
Flawsome_poetry, [8/1/2020 3:39 PM]
Promise?
Valuable words we say
A pledge never to slow down
Murmurs that our lips can't phony
An uneven way we take
With fire a perilous game we play
A vow to satisfy
To make the portend genuine
An agreement with their confident eyes we seal
Their trust inside their warm touch we feel
Causing them to accept
Any aggravation they will not imagine
In any case, when Our commitment aren't upheld with activity
They are simply unimportant words like immaterial part
Dreams that make daydream
A work of art of wonderful deception
Eventually with the truth would make plot
Un-breaking of unspeakable injury
An injury that would take such a long time to repair
Guarantees were very much like that tear
Reality turns out to be difficult to cover
The dark voice radiates so chime
At a few expense we begin to recuperate
Leaving a few pieces away
Furthermore, that is the cost we pay
So satisfy Your statement
Cause it's mightier than blade
Yet, assuming you're some defeatist
Try not to give guarantees that you won't keep
Cause you don't have the foggiest idea how assumptions cut profound
#ŠK
Flawsome_poetry, [8/2/2020 9:20 AM]
Blankness
Like a blindman terrified of dull
We live in anxiety toward blankness
Rather than expecting a flash
We keep away from the ceaseless realities
Rather than living the present
We consider a future with dislike
Yet, anything tomorrow holds
Anything turns life unfurls
There's an irrefutable hypothesis
That we ain't creators of our own story
However we battle to set our inheritance
In any case, our trepidation and the truth are in falacy
We dread not being recollected
Much to our dismay what will be
That none will recall wt used to be "me"
Like how could it matter?
For what reason do we try and trouble?
To be recollected where we wear exist any longer
To squander a lifetime when we're intended to take off
Intended to carry on with life with no guarantees
To immerse life for what it is
Pursuing tomorrow we losin' today
Simply experience the second live in the day
??
@anonymousme
@flawsome_poetry
Flawsome_poetry, [8/3/2020 10:12 AM]
artists know wt it seems like to b
cheerful
discouraged
project out
celebrated
forlorn
self-destructive
ethusiastic
euphoric ? hypomanic
bipolar
Sleep deprived person
Well
name it
From
malancholia
to elation
hypomania
to despondency
this perpetual rundown
they know cuz
they let their spirit
walk through
dark
what's more,
dim
shadows
of agony
they know
each
piece
of detail
like they
lived
in your
heads
bcuz of
their
close to home
insight ? ??
they let
themselves
go through
your
close to home
languishing
to get you
recuperating
they
Share
your
load
like
its
theirs
feel
ur torment
like
they are
dying
they are
the voice
of those
who
feel
as well
tired
to talk
they r
the as it were
ones ?
who
walk
in your
shoes
indeed
when
life is
tossing
its time limitation
at them
I
just
love ?
writers
@anonymousme
@flawsome_poetry
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