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devinetheory-2 · 4 months

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Because I have preached this

Unholy mantra

on the days that you

didn't want to continue.

I have practiced this

Honor

in the face of uncertainty

I have given up everything

in the service of others,

when they only had intentions

of hurting me....

I've been in search of myself

in places that I would have never,

could have never been.

I have lost myself

found myself

And lost myself again.

I have paid the cost

for the company I've kept

And been left in the company

of some strange

And intense friends

Once upon a time,

the means

were justified by the ends

I have sacrificed mine,

to save a life....

Only for theirs to just end..

I have sought truth where it didn't exist

and searched the infinite abyss within

until I found conviction.

Cloudy intentions

all on this quest to be happy.

In the end,

please don't be mad at me

As this shell fades

from this matrix place

And startes to atrophy

My habits and addictions to this life,

fear of the sun

and creatures of the night

have captured me,

They say it sad to see

How I seemingly gave up

with no strength left to fight this gravity,

ignite the savagry,

hoping I will submit and die rapidly

Through these tragedies

Midnight blasphemy,

My pen writes with blood

from the wounds in my soul

To craft this masterpiece

where my walls seem to be

closing in on me

Broken grin on me

I tell them try catching me

as I run through the smoke and mirrored halls

of their lie factory

The mad hatter

laughing back at her

my head still detached from me

until while looking in the mirror

for the answers

to the questions

I keep asking me

And my reflection pointed back at me.

I think my struggles sometimes

were joined at the knee

soulless lack of loyalties

relationships spoiled

over so called royalty

cashed $80k checks

and made makeshift beds

on the floor to sleep

out of breath

after narrowly avoiding arrest

having to steal from stores to eat.

I've held them until their last breath

and the light that used to inspire my life

was drained from their eyes.

I've fallen in and out of love

so many times

with the same God I once despised.

My tongue has killed

and saved lives over time

as the tongue speaks

death and life

and I've watched

powerless

praying with everything inside

God's breath will make her chest rise...

and I could feel the warmth of her touch

and hear her voice

just one more time.

I've tried to rise and fell

But I've always tried.

I've fought the devil for my soul,

jury's still out

But I don't give up

and I don't die well.

It ain't hard to tell

that if anything in this world could kill me.

It would only be myself.

Because I've survived everything else.

- Devine Theory

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daytim-e · 1 year

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Salt Disney Whirl

Reckless repeats

of rocks on your window.

Retrace the cracks

of before you were known to me.

With water rising,

the leaks refuse to relent,

so we bail out.

The carpet sulks,

still soaked with salted moments and broken cassettes.

It’s better to swim forward

than continue treading water.

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mararev · 2 years

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Knock Knock

I will put you between the folds

of the pages of my life

Where you will lay in every

chapter of my untold story

Take my hand and we shall begin

to dance along with the songs

That resonate from my soul

Hoping you will surrender to the music

I have found the missing pieces

of a heart once torn into shreds

Let me love you with all of me,

let me rekindle the passion within you

I beg you

Open the door to your heart

And let me in to do my part

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anarchistpoet · 2 months

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the end must die, eternally spent and

just there. nothing, just ... there.

the landscape shifts and changes but

those don't matter. it too shall change.

the inside is withdrawn and hope is the illusion of being

always fresh with new things coming and going and coming.

but that death is always there. always waiting and

never giving an inch.

the respite that comes with it, may yet be a pause

in the long conversations that i must have

with myself

as we sit together.

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mesmerizing-words · 3 years

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Do not, I say Do not settle for a love that doesn’t treasure you.

~treasure

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charliewykes · 2 years

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control’s contradictions

Some people believe In conspiracy theories Out of sheer comfort. Because the idea Of randomly horrible Events are coordinated By unsavory forces Is more reassuring Than to acknowledge An inherently chaotic world No person could ever control

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poeticjustic · 3 years

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I guess this is part of saving myself.

I tell myself the distance helps,

but it’s a knife straight through the center of my heart.

We both stand back,

Look on from afar, like strangers tend to do sometimes.

Baby steps in this lesson of losing and letting go.

Idon’t always know and as much as I try to do it with grace,

I am aware it’s anything but pretty.

Is it supposed to be?

I don’t think so.

Because it mattered,

So the graceful walk away…

Well, that’s for the mild hearted I guess.

I am too passionate to tread lightly away from the view of that sky,

even when it covered me as it fell like a storm that took my heart and smashed it to pieces with your name still inside.

What can I say?

I never did see a storm that made me run the other way.

I’m the one who’s always running towards it,

Like a storm chaser risking it all just for one glimpse of the beauty,

Even when the edges are rough.

Even when there’s a little dirt around the picture perfect sky.

I will go stand under the same sky that fell,

hold my hands out with a welcome,

knowing it will fall again with the same ending.

I will never weaken myself by toning down my heart enough to pretend the thunder was too scary to ever call the storm by name again,

Ilike it never happened at all.

I guess I care too much sometimes.

Mark myself with every piece,

Not only the good parts, but all of it.

It’s a slow process to hold on to everything,

Feel it as much as I can until I don’t need to anymore and finally let it go.

It kills me to watch it fly away.

Maybe it always will.

Maybe it already flew away a long time ago,

But I’ve been holding it this whole time,

So close to my heart,

until I was ready to watch it fly into that same sky.

Im not ready for that just yet.

Not this time, but one day…

one day, I might be okay with looking into your eyes,

like the storm itself, without wanting to run or hide or die…

or cry.

Maybe that’s when the lessons will hit me and I’ll know what the pain was meant to teach me…

and I hope it leads to me saving myself.

Whatever happens,

I know this is always going to hurt.

So be it.

I will still hold the hand of that pain with good memories.

I remember the colors in the sky before it fell and the shades it became after.

In some strange way,

there’s comfort in the memory of both.

And even though it still covers me with the pain of how it fell when I wasn’t looking,

I still see you flying.

Piecing the sky back together just right,

so you can watch those sunsets you love.

I have seen the only sunset I ever need to see,

still hold it like it’s the one thing saving me,

and maybe I’ll hold it until I’m me again.

Then let it go and save myself by shining like that moment before the sky fell on me to set you free,

so you could fly away to where you need to be.

I hope you fly straight into the eye of your dreams,

touch each one with all of your heart,

And never let go........

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madelinescatharsis · 4 years

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here are some random facts about me:

the first time i ever wrote anything, i was seven

and i changed the lyrics of the hyms they taught

in my catholic school.

this was also the year i had my first ever crush;

he was a boy who sat

on the desk behind me.

on my ninth birthday i went to school

wearing a pair of pretty white heels

that were too small for me and when a

teacher noticed me walking painfully,

i said i was okay.

that was also the year i finished most

of dickens’ work and subsequently got

sick of his characters forever.

i was twelve the first time i really

got obsessed with a book

and wondered if it would be a good idea

to kill myself;

thirteen when i first cried

over a boy.

i had seen him with another girl

and i also had a sprained ankle

but one clearly hurt more than the other.

i was fourteen when i had my first kiss

which was truly nothing special

and sixteen when i was told for the first time

that my poetry was too painful and

much older than i was.

that was also the age when i thought

about what it would be like to kill myself

for the second, third and the

five hundreth time.

now, at seventeen, sometimes

i still find myself forcing out laughter

and excitement at some things

my friends say and i still

wish i didn’t cry so easily

and stopped thinking in philosophy

that is beyond my years.

but i no longer reply to

“how are you?” with “good”

when i’m not and i’ve

learnt to stop carrying burdens

that are not mine and i

try to be grateful and keep faith in

my god and i now know that

arguments can end with

“i respect your opinion even

if it’s not mine”

but above all, i have learnt this:

the universe is always watching

and i am in good hands.

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dreams-reality-life · 3 years

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Grown-ups

Homesickness doesn't bother me now

The way it used to before,

The waves have gone far

far away from the shore.

My Home, I still miss you,

So I do miss everyone,

Someone to be there always, a comfort zone.

But I don't yearn to be there anymore,

Unlike the few months I've known.

Must be the time, I think

Or the wind or the weather?

Who am I kidding,

Home is always better.

Those I left behind, still wait

For a phone call everyday;

One visit a year.

It's a new life here,

But not better than when all were together.

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in-my-thinking · 4 years

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you never said any words

but everything I still heard

there were no vowels spoken

just vows silently broken

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404writewords · 4 years

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Suffering Majority

Our leaders bent the knee to industry Intent to forgive the debtor's due Pursuing profits viciously While the workers languish in a queue Do blue-collars not deserve security? Must the fortunate ceaselessly accrue? We labored with no warranty Just servants toiling to produce their revenue The rentier class commands priority While our many are neglected by their few Members of a long-suffering majority A tinderbox to spark the rebel flame anew

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devinetheory-2 · 1 year

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Watching you slip away

So many times

A slow death to my soul

Like a cancer to my mind

The remedy to my pain

If I was only blind

The memory of your face

Takes me …….

Lately

And I miss your warmth

Baby…

So tired of trying…

And maybe

Someday

In some way

someone will save me

from my crazy…

…and I guess

More or less

Im more fucked up

Than I thought…

And I cant find the receipt

To take back

The lies

That ive bought

And theres no safe place

For me to hide

From my thoughts

Hoping desperately to find

Someone with

a heart like mine

that can pick

My locks

Make the lies stop

On the edge

Thinking fuck life

Right before I fly off

At the same time

Trying not to be an outline

In white chaulk

the cradle to the grave

Is like Rooftops to sidewalks

Nobody left alive

You can find

Cut from my cloth

Unrefined thought

Try to sign off

Why not

Anything to shut

the lights off

In my box...

- Devine Theory

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daytim-e · 2 years

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I wouldn’t lose sleep if Mitch McConnell choked on a chicken wing

Children burn baseball cards on the sidewalk,

their smoke like wildfires screaming out.

And teenagers watch executions online,

to assure themselves that there is something out there

more evil than the men that lock them in their classrooms

on silver platters for incel soldiers

to relieve them of their mortal coil.

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mararev · 4 years

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The Beautiful Opposite

I have never understood

the beauty of the unexpected

until I met you.

That different look in your eyes -

a blend of inherent gentleness

with the right amount of grit.

It has made me abandon my norm,

ignore a number of my preferences

and love the mystery of the unknown.

I have kept my heart safe,

but the risk of your temptation,

it was so hard to break.

In that moment, I knew -

you will never leave me in this lifetime

and the next.

Because I know I will never stop searching,

I will never stop searching

for my beautiful opposite that is you.

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veracerisola · 4 years

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It’s okay

I have artificial tears

For when I can’t find any real reason to cry

Está bien

Tengo lágrimas artificiales

Para cuando no encuentre ningún motivo real por que llorar

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mesmerizing-words · 3 years

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I think we’ve reached a stage in our lives when the things we say, the promises we make and the people we call our friends mean absolutely nothing.

~adulthood

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