Oct 9, 2019
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I wrote this "slam poetry" for my toxic trait. You see ,i have this bad habit where i compare my life with everyone and it just frustrating. Im not a good poet and i rarely post my poems because ideas always came late or sometime i delay my thoughts because life is so exhausting.
save your soul
There’s nothing I can do to save your soul
You sold it to the devil long ago
Your principles, your conscience
So steadfast and so guarded
But you flushed it all away
You never stopped to think and say
Where am I going?
Where will this lead me?
Should I be the bigger man?
Should I stop the bloody massacre and take this into my own hands?
There’s nothing you can do to save your soul
It’s over now
Maybe there was once a heart inside that calloused chest
I wouldn’t know
How can you look at your own family history and claim that this is right
Do unto others what you don’t want done to you
You’re full of hate and you’re full of lies
Your blackened heart and soulless eyes
All those years ago I thought I saw humanity but it’s gone
You killed it.
I dare you to ask:
Where am I going?
Where will this lead me?
Should I be the bigger man?
Should I stop the bloody massacre and take this into my own hands?
There’s nothing you can do to save your soul
It’s over now
You’re worth nothing
Not even a tombstone when you die
I hope you’re fucking happy
This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?
The boy I thought I knew back then never existed
He was always a conspirator with the wicked
Party over country, you pledged allegiance to your god
I hope you’re happy
A Faustian bargain never tasted so sweet
And you won’t ask:
Where am I going?
Where will this lead me?
Should I be the bigger man?
Should I stop the bloody massacre and take this into my own hands?
There’s nothing you can do to save your soul It’s over now.
- @notarapture
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He told me I reminded him of night that every look at the moon was like being enveloped in my smile He said the stars reminded him of my ingenious bright eyes A constant reminder of my purity and how I shine just for him The darkness parallel to my everlasting mystery Shadows that strike no fear in hearts only enveloping in a sweet sparkling twilight A comfort completely indescribable The cool calm after the storm of the sun and all it’s obligations A beautiful silence that somehow finds a way to make your heart speak He tells me I am the night A daughter of the moon a soft exhale of relief the love of his life
from my, 2 am journal passage.
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