LIES
I grabbed my pen
And started scribbling,
Doodling a scythe and
a Grim Reaper,
I turned to words
Expressing anger,
I twisted; I turned
And then fuck it,
I ripped the paper
Into a million pieces,
I took my lighter
And lit the ghost,
I fed my desire
Into the fire,
I chanted the words
So long forgotten,
Of revenge and
Butchering Barbie’s babies,
The bell tolled thrice
A death-knell sighing,
Sigh…
Sigh…
Sigh…
Forgetting this I can not do,
Forgiving this I will not do,
Yesterday’s Lie becomes
Today my sorrow,
Forlorn my life – foregone
Tomorrow
note to self: do you remember that feeling of despair you had a long time ago, the tight knot in the stomach and the darkness in your chest? Well, do come and greet its big brother! It was not anything you did in particular but I would suggest reading up on the module description before signing up the next time (if there will be a next time that is…). you fool. how could you not see the issues that group work would cause. mandatory forum participation with assessment of posting quality and level of interaction using suitable language. I mean it was meant as trap and you fell right in. you fool. so what are you going to do next? quit your studies of module 2? module 1 is almost at an end, only 2000 words left. You wonโt receive a distinction but there was hope, at one point there was hope for a future. With all light bulbs blown, that future is gone; gone with the wind – a wind of change // no longer present
can I claim sadness without tears
Can I claim sadness without tears // my youthful years so swiftly came and went // awaiting now the one swallow to make my day // before autumn winds fill my sail // before the leaves of yesteryear // unshaven falls; unshaven falls; unshaven - falls //ย beside me
a fistful of ugly
and there I was - thinking I could not go wrong again; but life waved its ugly hand: gloveless /// a two finger salute; a fist-full of ugly ?ยฟ? no longer in pursuit of my made-up dreams, the keeper of doors laughing; shut in face - in disgrace; my mirror cracked, and so my story ends.
all and nothing
All is good,
All is fair,
I swim downstream,
I laugh through prayer
All [โฆ] good,
All [โฆ] fair,
[โฆ] broken,
[โฆ] pray
,
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,
I embrace my punishment; without a crime,
I bleed vividly; without a heart,
I stand tall; kneeling small
I am
,
no more
using only four-letter words
Today I will remain shallow,
Using only four-letter words,
Like okay,
Like fine,
Like sure,
Not to express truths,
Like lies,
Like fuck
You;
Me,
Keeping things safe,
Keeping things real,
Keeping things tidy,
,
,
Like snow; only more dear,
,
Like door bell: ding dong,
,
Like beat,
Like,
Beat,
,
Only; less fear,
,
full stop ends this shit: here.
unmarried
There are days when everything flows, when the dark and gloomy thoughts of [โฆ] feels like; creative writing. Other days such thoughts; and perhaps rightly so, are the cause for serious worry. I think too much, I drink too much, and never will they marry.