LARKSUN

[bobbyyusuf]

Their Family Issues

by Bobby Yusuf

I'm just a structured flesh with an adjustable voice That every man wants, And many men would skip me If I didn't come with this naive hole underneath.

Give me a skirt! I'll hide three or four men between my thighs. Make me a woman! I'll be a machine with a high rate. I'll give birth so humanity will never go extinct. We can undo doomsday.

I'm coughing, knowing Being Judas is the newest, highest dream Of literally almost everyone. They said it's their family issues, But they just leave them unresolved.

I had enough of their family issues. Mentally captivated, you gotta know You're not mentally broken, For tradition sometimes leads us Closer to doomsday. And when it finally happens, We'll see torture preparing itself, Guillotines on open streets again.

You gotta see your father Marrying someone more amusing. You gotta see your mother leave it healed By keeping it silenced. You gotta spend it in incognito And find your kind of fantasy. You gotta have thoughts of playing around And find out this society does the same or worse. Stories modified out of your imagination. Everyone here never really grows into their age!

I'm coughing, knowing Being Judas is the newest, highest dream Of literally almost everyone. They said it's their family issues, But they just leave them unresolved.

I had enough of their family issues. Mentally captivated, you gotta know You're not mentally broken, For tradition sometimes leads us Closer to doomsday. And when it finally happens, We'll see torture preparing itself, Guillotines on open streets again.

Demons know my sad, sad story, And all they do is clap and chant. Fuck! What a Zeus this bussy can do!

People keep pretending, faking. No living thing can truly live out of it, But living things just do it here.

Demons know these fucked-up chains, And all they do is clap and chant. Fuck! No change can ever affect it.

Change is a fashion, But really, what they bring through all their lives, Confidently, are their family issues.

[larksun]

[larksun]

[larksun]

[sherrypoetry]

The ache of everything unsaid.

[larksun]

the ache of lost promises, words and goodbyes. All the while holding on to the shredded glass like a precious diamond. not knowing bleeding will stop when you let go.

[sherrypoetry]

The ache of everything unsaid.

[larksun]

Parents who sees you as currency are the real hell.

[reeces--pieces]

bring me home, goddess

i wish i was the clay in your hands i need you shape me over a thousand years give me wings so i can finally be free and lungs that'll never run out of air

give me shoulders broad and built built to bear everything the world has an empty face no one can criticize and big enough eyes to see it coming

give me a heart that loves silently for every day the world has for us give me a mind that can handle this that won't lose its touch halfway in

i just need the world to be free for me to feed on the children of the trees to break out of this routine and find myself in you

[ashesinverses]

You Should Be the One

If I ever fall in love again,

I swear it will be with you.

You are what everyone longs for

on lonely days,

when only shadows remain

and emptiness

stretching to the horizon.

On crowded buses

you give me the last seat—

a small gesture,

yet greater than you know.

You wake me softly

when sleep overtakes me,

your hand stroking lightly

across my head.

You are the one

who calls me closer

at a busy bus stop,

making sure I’m never left behind—

a gentleman,

with the heart of a golden retriever.

Your smile makes flowers bloom

in the richest colors:

a lake of lilies and poppies,

where crimson and violet

kiss the shore.

You may not match

the world’s hollow idea of beauty,

yet your soul lights your face,

and my eyes

will always find you in a crowd.

I don’t want to fall.

But if I do—

it will only ever be

for you.

[estranged-sky-deactivated202510]

Loneliness is a sin, but it's what you'll find underneath my skin

The way you think disgusts me

Repulses every part of me

You say you're not looking for love, just part of it

The part that speaks carnally

Women think different than men

We've been taught this for years

It's adapted into school books, novels, and tears

But why do you adhere?

You make no attempt to promise me you're different

you just laugh it off

You speak of desires with a thick tongue

But worst of all

You don't try to change

Am I not worthy of a range?

Necessity comes first, is what you say

So I avoid your type like the plague

But it's branded into the name

I'd be foolish to make any exchange

when I know the outcome will be the same

What happened to the holding of hair?

Silences that stretch longer than words shared?

What happened to growth,

and the comfort of another's arms when in despair?

Did we dream it all, just to come to bear?

If I have to stay hidden for the rest of my days,

just to avoid lust's sickness like the plague

Then my room is where I'll stay

I'll make no attempt to understand your ways

My own company, can be a resting place

I just hope to eventually find someone who feels the same

Loneliness brings decay

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— via @juneacademia

[larksun]

Thought of, as if foreign concept.

Love, it's rare. I know.

So simple like potatoes and bananas,

So ordinary,

So cheap to feel when not received.

[adimusings]

I've met people who loved the way I burn, but none who stayed to tend the fire.

[larksun]

The story untold,

They crave warmth,

No one cares for left ashes,

Hot charcoal left behind.

Unattended, used.

Lesser value, more craving.

People left, travellers survived,

They ate and kept on their journey.

While coal drowned and cooled down with no one around but rain and dirt.