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God vs Satan

*I AM NOT IN ANY WAY SUPPORTING THE IDEA OF SATAN I AM SIMPLY QUESTIONING BELIEFS IVE BEEN RAISED WITH*

*TW: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE*

If God is real he is the enemy

Destroyer of many

Why is satan always seen badly

For questioning authority

for now he just does his job, doesn't he?

And why do we blame him?

When God gave him, the power

That lets him tower

And satan did one ...

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'it'

Sometimes i cant take it

I want to break it

What is it 

Well i bet most of you would know it

You always want to throw it

I havent found a name for it

But let me explain it

Its that feeling of being numb

Its that feeling when you want to run

When death seems so close

When death seems so far

When life is not as fun

When you feel worthless

Then suddenly powerful

...

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Lost

The light, so fierce and bright,

The glow like warm embers of a fire.

Attracting, magnetic, drawing you in,

Even more obvious from the shadows,

Looking in from the cold darkness

Where the fire once burned

And the warm hand of comfort used to rest.

 

It's cold out here away from the fireplace,

On the wrong side of the lighthouse,

With a perfectly illuminated view of th...

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Lock Down Bank Holiday Let Down

The bank holiday, just like any other it would seem

People lined up for burgers, queued for ice cream

Traffic jams and chaos, they raced to beauty spots

Roads filled with cars and bikes, so few parking slots

 

They parked on pavements, blocking walkers' way

Locals wished the tourists had not visited that day

Was it too much to hope, common sense would prevail

I wish that th...

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disappointmenthopesad

I'm sorry.

Broken

It’s a weird feeling. 

Hating yourself.  

Always. 

I try so hard to put on a show

Always

To all of my friends

And my family 

I need to be strong.

I don't want pity 

I don't want to be a charity case

I’ve always been the person people come to for advice 

And I’ve always been there for all my friends 

And goddammit, I wish they were there for me 

I me...

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gran.

I'm missing my gran
She's my number one fan
I'm missing her chain smoking
The golden oldies she hums to herself so sweet
I'm missing the family anecdotes that make my day complete

I miss her asking me how I'm doing
And is the poetry going alright
I miss her telling me how she won at bingo at the social club
Every Sunday night

I'm missing the person that taught me about Albert and that...

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depressiongrandparentssad

The flower in my hand

I hold this flower
In my hand.
Yellow and perfect.
Like European star.
Like my heart
Is bound to this place.
My ear used to different languages,
My nose used to all these smells,
Smells of freedom.
In a continent of so many colours,
Blossoming friendships
And beautiful memories.
I keep this flower alive
As long as I can.
I know it will die
Like the freedom
That leaves us.

 

E...

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Do You Ever Also?

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Do you ever feel like you're the protagonist of a book?

Where the ending is constantly being rewritten and you're just waiting for the day that it's finally gone through all the edits and gets published?

But what happens if it's a novel that has 7 parts?

You might never even get to read the last written words or get to the final chapter of what you thought was your

"perfect ending."

...

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Relapse

Broken in tiny pieces
Shattered metaphorical and literally shattered
My soul feels bruised and battered
Years of lost trust finally found over almost a year
Gained in time but lost again through fear
Warned stay clear
All things toxic drugs and beer
Disappointment unspoken but visual
Her eyes are sad she looks miserable
She blames her self they all do
The handful of people who got me thr...

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Addictionrecoverysadsickness

The Moribund Poinciana

She was a spectacular tree.
People called her the flame of the forest,
for she was obviously striking, vivid and classy.

I need not narrate the superlative majesty
of the flame – tree, for one time or the other
we have all been breath-taken by her peerless glamor.

What matchless artistry!

I am here to quickly share
my ruminative gloom for that lovely assembly
of flower, leaf and wood, which grandly stood
in...

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disintegrationlosssad

She woke up dead

She woke up dead, yes dead in her heart 
She thought they would never ever part 
The Wicked man of stone ruined her life 
Why did he ask her to be his wife 

He knew he already had one tucked away 
She tries to cry but she woke up dead today 
A bigamist and a sweet girl of twenty three 
Signs where there she just didn't want to see 

Three week into the marriage a knock on the door 
His rea...

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hurtLovesad

It’s All Gone

Its All Gone - Poem by Marie 

There was a time when she lay on the settee legs slightly parted it turned him on 
Now at fifty two it does nothing, her magnetic sex appeals gone 
There was a time she would look in the mirror and see a sex goddess 
Those day are Dead her beauty no more a subject to address 

There was a time when wolf whistles made her blush when out in the street 
The world ...

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